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Mary Oliver and her dog, Perry. Photograph by Rachel Brown.

Joy Before Death: Following the Path of Mary Oliver

From Buddhism to science to the end of life.

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Born Again Rural

How to get found in the woods.

Richard Smith as Henry David Thoreau. Photograph by Maria Lewis.

Becoming Thoreau

A living historian’s peculiar communion at Walden Pond.

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When Gods Disappear

The brothers were racing for the sun. What brothers don’t create such fantastic games of competition and daring, even when they are gods? Especially if they are gods. Jatayu and Sampati were the vulture gods, soaring upon seven-foot wings higher and higher. Jatayu was winning. But the sun was hot, and Jatayu too determined to…

Killing the Buddha

Thanks, Blue Mountain Center!

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Flood

An illicit afternoon hike on a sunny day. What could go wrong? A short story from KtB’s new contributing editor.

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Transient Vapors

When I got home, when I got the camera, when I jumped out onto the fire escape to take a picture, it looked like this. This is all that was left. But only minutes before, as I rode along Wythe Avenue from Williamsburg to Clinton Hill, Brooklyn, and then most of all just after turning…

All photos by Katherine Wright.

Why We Hunt

Lost in the crosshairs, the gun was a little too big and the hunter a little too small.

Noemi Vagus, an Ashaninka shaman, standing in front of an Ayahuasca vine in the Peruvian Amazon

Meeting the Madre

A night high on ayahuasca with the Ashaninka of the Peruvian Amazon.

Photo by James Johnston

Church of the Holy Firs

A beet seed. A tiny world. A sphere of possibilities.

A bushel and a peck.

Apples

Chew on this. How do we keep our faith when the sun, like love, abandons us?

"And there appeared to them tongues as of fire..." The Acts of the Apostles 2:3

Fire from Heaven

Burn, baby, burn. Two new books explore the holiness of flames.

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Entrance Wound

We believe in cells and protoplasm and sex, and stench and dirt and slime
and screams in the night.

The Origin of the World Gustave Coubert, 1866 (detail)

Raptures

Art that redeems the world appears at first ugly. But look. Look again.

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Seeing Things

Love incites our imaginations, the sky demands our projections, and yet we’re still blind. Can desire alone make us see?