Berry’s poem distilled the meaning of those four summers into the clarity of spring water cupped in my hand, and elicited poignancy like the hotspots my palm had sensed hovering over ash.
by Liz Mitchell One of my favorite authors, Wendell Berry, said, “The impeded stream is the one that sings.” I’ve been thinking about the dimensions of such a statement. What are impediments? Failed relationships, unemployment, stilted finances, abuse, poverty in all its forms. The list goes on. Some impediments I know intimately. But how do … Continue reading Impeded Streams
by Liv Larson Andrews for Patty, with love and groaning Wendell Berry argues that only when we begin to do the necessary things for each other will we build true communities again. He means eating together and feeding each other, tending the land and making homes. Raising children. Birthing them in the first place. Giving … Continue reading Doulas of the Reign of God