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When All the Leaves Are Gone
“In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still.” ― Cynthia Rylant
Floral Deception
Artwork by: Arina Stetsiuk, age 14
Written by: Félix Delgado
In the forest of tangled dreams, where shadows whisper secrets unseen,
Becoming Beautiful
Native American Wisdom
Beauty, in our eyes, is always fresh and living, even as God, the Great Mystery, dresses the world anew at each season of the year.
— Ohiyesa in The Wisdom of the Nati…
Chilly Mornings, Warm Souls: Stories from the Prahran Winter Breakfast
Artwork by: Nikita Zinoviev
Written by: Vincent Chang
The dawn had barely broken.
"G" Is for Gratitude
"It is not joy that makes us grateful; it is gratitude that makes us joyful.”
— David Steindl-Rast
Say Thank You to a Tree
Here in the Midwest, mid-November is a season of rauco…
A Realization About the Nature of Truth
By Simone Britto
As I rode in the backseat of my cousin’s tiny yellow car through the bustling town of Panjim, India, to my uncle’s house, I gazed out the window and marveled at the differen…