
If persons are patterns, then patterns repeat. Through their actions and interactions in life, people are like the butterfly that can affect the course of a hurricane. Our loved ones create causes and effects which ripple outward in uncountable and unimaginable ways that cannot be contained. Just one of those ways is in their impressions upon us, which recreate similar patterns in our minds through communication and our deep knowledge of them. Thus, it is true our loved ones are not in the grave. We, quite literally, carry a part of them within us, and so on to others. If that is so then, in many important ways they did not die.
Read More26 days left for you to help HP place an ad at The Wild Hunt. Go to HP’s Indiegogo campaign to contribute. The theme for the early autumn at HP is “Finding Meaning”. Editor’s note: The following meditation is…
Read MoreThis week we feature the photography of Bryan Beard, who also happens to be the artist who drew our tree logo. A long-time photographer of mushrooms, Beard captures the beauty of the ubiquitous but virtually unnoticed.
Read More– by B. T. Newberg The focus of HP is community. Why? Though this website started as an outlet for one guy’s thoughts (mine), it soon became clear that there were many others of like mind out there. Pretty quickly,…
Read MoreThe following is an article excavated from the Druidic Order of Naturalists, which is unfortunately now defunct (though its website is still accessible). While the Order may no longer operate, its legacy remains instructive for naturalists of all stripes. This…
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