The soil in which we grow and its condition dictates our experience

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Reflections From the Hermit’s Porch

  • On the Slow, Still Rise of Meaning

    Meaning rises quietly, like a deer appearing at the edge of the woods when we’re still enough to notice. All we need to do is watch. The more we stay with it, the more we learn to tell the difference…

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  • Unlearning the System’s Story

    For years I tried to fit myself into systems built for certainty and control. They offered benefits, but they also took more than they gave. Even after leaving them physically, I found I was still attached interiorly—still chasing worth outside…

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  • Practices for Late Summer #2

    At Wayward Haven, we savor this late‑summer pause — the quiet space between harvest and the slow turn toward fall. Nature shifts gradually, but our human systems push us from task to task without rest. This week’s practice is simple:…

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  • Practices for Late Summer I

    “Rest: as beautiful a task as any. how else can we remember to breathe? to think? to regain the strength to take on the world with all our senses? to dream?” — Shellen Lubin This week’s practices for Living Well…

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  • On Living Through a Mad World

    It’s a mad world right now — not just in the headlines, but in the grocery aisles, the rent payments, and the quiet fear of not being able to keep up. When the outer world grows louder and more chaotic,…

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  • Standing in the Truth of Our Needs

    Our needs don’t vanish when we silence them; they simply wait for us to become steady enough to hear them. In a world that keeps us bracing, regulation becomes the doorway back to ourselves. Only when the body settles can…

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