It occurs to me that I will not survive purgatory. I realize, all too painfully, that I also have a...
The sculpture of the Representative of Humanity, known as the “Group,” invites an inner conversation, a search for its center—“in...
For a generation now, the voices that come to the druid beneath the cromlech have been changing. The Sun-Word, around which the fixed and wandering stars danced their mathematics and sang the mysteries of day and month and year, has grown more insistent yet more faint; for the last three...
How does the egg feel when its interior has become so different that it no longer needs the outer form?...
Like the continual formation of the earth itself, the emergent reality of thinking is rooted in will. The thinking process...
You approach the canvas—it is still virgin white and untouched. What a decision to touch it with paint … The first delicate pink, then a hint of yellow, perhaps a fresh spring green. The colors begin to speak to each other, to resonate, delicate and subtle … It goes back...
Being able to let go means being able to resist the will, being able to expose oneself to the unknown....
A friend’s gaze cannot be compared to any other. It accepts us as we are, in our entirety, in our...
I tap, tap, tap an egg with the tip of a pin, slowly, breaking through the hardened shell, creating a tiny hole at the top and bottom. I press my lips to the top of the egg, covering the opening, and blow until my face is red, until the sturdy...
For many years, we have read the Michael Letters as a foundation for our Agriculture Conference. Now, we are finding...
I remember clearly the first page of the first lecture series by Rudolf Steiner that I ever read. I was...
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