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I spend a great deal of time reflecting upon trivial things. In this, I must confess I am entirely unapologetic.

Go back four years ago, my friend Mary and I were driving back to school from Portland. 433 more words


Walt Whitman

I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,
The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, 29 more words


Integrity of the Mind

(A sermon delivered at Throop Unitarian Universalist Church in Pasadena, California on 8 January 2017. Copyright 2017 by Everett Howe.)

As many of you know, I was raised unchurched. 2,168 more words


Last Thursday, James Sullivan wrote a lovely article in the Boston Globe about how Henry David Thoreau’s idealism and belief in the inherent goodness of nature and human beings may resonate anew in a contentious age.


Walt Whitman

I Saw in Louisiana A Live-Oak Growing

I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches, 165 more words



The mountains
Jumped and pulled
Clouds to Blanket peaks and feet.

A shy reply to the lines of suitors
Offering praise and adoration
To beauty. 343 more words

Henry David Thoreau

A lake is a landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. 21 more words