“You cannot command the oceans, nor can you dictate the trajectory of the winds. But the mastery of the helm—the art of adjusting the sails—is, and forever remains, your sovereign right.”
“Much of what has the most meaning relates to small stories and moments. This isn’t all there is to it, but recognizing beauty is really a big part of that too, especially if it can be highlighted in places that are unexpected or overlooked.”
A collection of all the articles we’ve published over the past month, for those who like to savor their Magpies’ tidings as an issue.
Springtime ramblings.
It’s a strange but probably not-so-strange thing that a beautifully-written account of the baking of bread, of illness and worry, of the beauty of the light on flying crows, the wind on the water, the glow through the mountains, would have such an enduring power to move us.
“In a prose style that is accessible and credible, it dissects with scalpel-like precision all the hypocrisy of the totalitarian mindset and sounds a clear and timeless warning to us all about the dangers of placing ideology before humanity.”
A collection of all the articles we’ve published over the past month, for those who like to savor their Magpies’ tidings as an issue.
his boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom …
I myself have been tempted for a long time by the cloud-moving wind — filled with a strong desire to wander.
“I am not a hero. I am not a special person, because no one should ever think you have to be special to help others. I did what any decent person would have done.”
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