The Moment After Section :: Page 2

• BLOG— One spot on the globe

  By Audrey HackettSeptember 26, 2017

  

  Home is home. When we return a person to the earth, we’re not just sealing them in our hearts, we’re committing them to a spot, one spot, on this great globe.

• BLOG— The ‘dogginess’ of poetry

  By Audrey HackettAugust 1, 2017

  

  With dogs, touch is talking, and talking is touch. Our voice tone is received as hard or soft hands, and we ourselves begin to feel our words, their hardness and their softness, tangibly in our mouths.

• BLOG— One Earth, one home

  By Audrey HackettJune 13, 2017

  

  Does it have to be said? There is only one way. Only one Earth, only one home. A blue-green marble spinning in space. A reclaimed farm, a re-meandered stream. A deeply grooved old cottonwood growing up from the middle of a marsh.

• BLOG— Pleasure of simply looking

  By Audrey HackettApril 11, 2017

  

  We took the long way around Ellis Pond, stopping to observe a kingfisher pair. Big dark heads, a call like a rattle and wings that opened smartly as scissors. We looked for the Great Blue Heron, but didn’t see him — or her — solitary dweller in the stream and weeds.

• BLOG— Spring, and the tiny shift

  By Audrey HackettMarch 21, 2017

  

  In any life, there are things that require healing. Often this healing happens in secret, the way winter turns into spring (and sometimes back again).

• BLOG— World of upside down

  By Audrey HackettMarch 14, 2017

  

  Paradoxically, imagination grounds us in the world. It takes us out of the world, and out of ourselves, only to locate us more deeply there, with greater awareness and greater capacity for awareness.

• BLOG— An older, deeper story

  By Audrey HackettFebruary 21, 2017

  

  Sycamore thoughts are exquisite, beginning in the mud and branching into higher math. And sycamore hearts beat with reverential slowness in their capacious woody chests, one beat per human lifetime.

• BLOG— The shape of one life

  By Audrey HackettFebruary 7, 2017

  

  Each of us has one life. It flows into us at birth and out of us at death. Life keeps on flowing, of course, but the particularity and shape of our one life is gone.

• BLOG— Infinite cathedral

  By Audrey HackettDecember 6, 2016

  

  There’s no problem the wind and rain can’t solve, even the November wind and rain. The wind and rain can’t name the problem, can’t diagnose it, can’t prescribe, yet they can, shall we say, dissolve it.

• BLOG— Get brave and speak

  By Audrey HackettNovember 22, 2016

  

  Trembling in my car as I was ordered to leave the Speedway campus on the night after an upsetting, disorienting and momentous election, I realized: I am afraid, so afraid, to speak up, not just to the man in the fluorescent vest, but really to anyone who may not like what I have to say.