That’s the most interesting question in the world. How big is big enough? The Amish pretty much have solved it. Industrialism doesn’t propose a limit. David Kline, my friend, went to a Mennonite meeting. They were asking what community meant. And he said, “When my son and I are plowing in the spring, we rest […]
These are thoughts that I put down as I sat with my Grandma and other family members near the end of my Grandma’s life. She was in her own bedroom and surrounded by loved ones: My body holds me closer hourly It will have me know it fully before I’m fully known Jacob wrestled the […]
“Neither do I understand you; I can read neither your heart nor your face. When my wife and I do not understand our children, it is because there is not enough of them to be understood. God alone can understand foolishness.” “…Then,” I said, feeling naked and very worthless, “will you be so good as […]
“If I know nothing of my own garret,” I thought, “what is there to secure me against my own brain? Can I tell what it is even now generating?—what thought it may present me the next moment, the next month, or a year away? What is at the heart of my brain? What is behind […]
“You know nothing about whereness. The only way to come to know where you are is to begin to make yourself at home.” “How am I to begin that where everything is so strange?” “By doing something.” From Lilith: A Romance by George MacDonald.
From G.K. Chesterton’s “Turning Inside Out” in Fancies vs. Fads, 1923: The passage from private life to public life … is always of necessity a passage from a greater work to a smaller one, and from a harder work to an easier one. And that is why most of the moderns do wish to pass […]
When you have gone too far, as I think he did, the only mending is to come home. Whether he is equal to it or not, this is his chance. From Hannah Coulter by Wendell Berry (184).
Poem by by Emily Dickinson. THE RETURN. Though I get home how late, how late! So I get home, ‘t will compensate. Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me, When, night descending, dumb and dark, They hear my unexpected knock. Transporting must the moment be, Brewed from decades of agony! To […]
This passage from Swallows and Amazons by Arthur Ransome expresses the same insight as the passage below from G.K. Chesterton (about the joy of rediscovering our own homes): Only three days before Roger, being a sailing ship, had tacked up the field against the wind to find his mother at the gate by Holly Howe […]
From “Uneducating the Educated” in Common Sense 101: Lessons from G. K. Chesterton by Dale Ahlquist (103-107): “The purpose of Compulsory Education is to deprive the common people of their common sense” [Illustrated London News, September 7, 1929]. What common sense tells us is that most people have this simple basic desire: to have a […]