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A Zen monk and a Catholic priest were walking along a road. They came to a baby crying by the side of the road. The monk did nothing. The priest picked up the baby and held it in his arms. The baby stopped crying, and soon the mother came and took it from the priest.

People, Land, And Community

During the last eighteen years, for example, I have been working at the restoration of a once exhausted hillside. Its scars are now healed over, though still visible, and this year it has provided abundant pasture, more than in any year since we have owned it. But to make it as good as it is now has taken eighteen years. If I had been a millionaire or if my family had been starving, it would still have taken eighteen years.

Editor’s Note

In A Room Of Night

Joe

Goodbye, Farmers

The money saved by corporations from producing food on cheap foreign lands, with cheap labor, and with pesticides banned for use in this country, is not passed along to the consumer. It simply serves to increase the profits of the corporations.

Food First — Beyond The Myth Of Scarcity

Book Excerpt

The world’s hungry people are being thrown into ever more direct competition with the well-fed and the over-fed. The fact that something is grown near your home in abundance, or that your country’s natural and financial resources were consumed in producing it, or even that you yourself toiled to grow it will no longer mean that you will be likely to eat it.

Notes On The Lecture On Findhorn

There was no despair in these people. There was none of the grasping idealism about them which has characterized other groups pointing to change in our culture. There was only peace and a simple acceptance of the rightness of each moment spent in attunement with God.

Growing People — The Findhorn Experience

Follow that intuition, that still small voice, that flash, that prompting. Don’t listen to that lower mind, that will give you all the reasons why you shouldn’t follow it there. So, it’s immediate action. Try it out. At first there are two voices — a higher voice and a lower voice. Keep on until there’s only one voice.

Tobacco Town: Durham’s Beginnings

The rising lust for smoking tobacco made Durham and Duke. In 1870, a year after it was incorporated, the one-square mile village had a population of 256. There were 3,000 residents by 1884, 6,679 by 1900, and an estimated 18,000 by 1907.