Have you ever read Michael Pollan's book A Place Of My Own: The Architecture of Daydreams? I'm a big Michael Pollan fan, having been introduced to him through The Omnivore's Dilemma— a tremendous read, and the book that launched him into the public consciousness. I've made my way through a number of his books since that first introduction, including this, his second book, written in the mid-nineties about how he built a tiny writing hut for himself in the woods behind his Connecticut house. More
are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
And for this reason, some old things are lovely
warm still with the life of forgotten men who made them.
See it for the fathomless mystery it is.
In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness:
touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it
because in the last analysis all moments are key moments,
and life itself is grace.
When I did the Meet the Re-Nest Team series a few months ago, one of the questions I asked the writers was to describe their ideal Saturday morning. I find that when I don't know someone very well, discovering how they like to spend a Saturday morning gives me an insightful glance into who they are. Why is that? Maybe it's because Saturday morning imparts a sense of freedom and opportunity (no school, no work); it recalls feelings of relaxation, enjoyment, and play. It's how we choose to spend our time when we're not fighting the daily grind, which in turn tells us what we really value. So I'm wondering: do you have a Saturday morning ritual? More
Forget yourself."
With a certain awareness or enlightenment often comes a sense of urgency to tell other people what you've learned. As men and women who are environmentally conscious (as I believe you are, if you're reading this site) and who believe in the importance of educating both themselves and others in lighter, cleaner living for both the good of the earth and of humanity, I have to wonder: when does a healthy sense of obligation turn into an unhealthy sense of entitlement? More








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