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Stability as Spiritual Formation
“They see us as deeply lonely people,” Barry told Fred, “and one of the reasons we’re lonely is that we’ve cut ourselves off from the nonhuman world and have called…
Winter Rabbits
And so the shotgun sits in our home like a quiet benediction. It dreams—as I do—of long walks in the valleys of my youth and whispers of future pastures that…
Democracy Against Localism
That’s the great cultural task now: to relearn this old language, to keep it from dying out, to nurture it and refine and expand it, to develop new idioms and…
Wandering in Solitude
But there is something more going on. We also face a new “transcendent reality,” as Klass puts it, in which we see the spiritual world with new eyes. This may…
Toward a Politics of Beauty
This talk was delivered earlier this year at a conference on wellbeing held at the Sorbonne.
Bjartur and Berry: Contrasting Visions of Community and Affection
Seen through his most redemptive lens, Bjartur stands as a cautionary tale for those who would pursue independence as an end in itself.
Modern Architecture: Designed to Demoralize?
Arched doorways, private courtyards, personal craftsmanship, a sense of place, and almost everything else we love about buildings has been taken away by the modernist ethos intent on depriving the…
A Passage to — and a Message from — India
What We Can Learn from a Society Where Community Still Matters
Allegories of Pruning: Cutting for Growth
Pruning is difficult because we are forced to make a conscious decision to remove something that has been part of a growing plant. But these cuts are necessary and even…
What’s In Your Garage?
No home but the Garden was there originally for man, once upon a very long time ago. No garage either was part of life before expulsion from Eden.
Travels in Exotic Nebraska: A Review of American Harvest
The book is at its best when it embraces a more generous spirit. If one wishes to learn about traveling grain harvesters and to follow a literary description of the…
Gadfly Graffiti
In a funk no more, I was prepared to meet the smile of my daughters with a genuine smile of my own as they came out of practice. The graffiti…
Is a Radioactive Trash Mountain Coming to Town?
Rather than seeking the elusive mirage of purity, we ought to undertake the contested work of breaking the body of creation respectfully and responsibly. As Nobel demonstrates, the oil industry…
“I Wouldn’t Take Nothing for It”: An Appreciation of Love for the Land
“Heeding lessons from farmers who persist in place, we can embrace these virtues. Rather than give up or get out, we can dig in. Rather than go big, we can…
Living With Risk: Vipers or Bleach?
I do not know where the future will take us. I’m not going to try and escape the risks in modern society, but I’m also not going to ignore them.…
The Work of Moss-Gathering
“By their fruits you will recognize them,” Jesus tells his disciples. If what appears is bad or worthless, you’ll have been made aware of what was there all along, incipient.…
The Long Row
So to all my friends in this haven, this meeting place, this village green—you lovers of federalism, distributism, neighbors, neighborhoods, regional accents, little platoons, and forty acres and a mule—happy…
Walk Boldly, Darlin’ Clementine
Walk boldly. Whistle not, but do keep walking. Keep walking right on by it and let the dead bury the dead.
It Started with a Dis…
The Empire did not fall the day Front Porch Republic rose. But in 15 years FPR has done much more than simply add weight to the human scale. It has…
FPR at 15: Friendship on the Porch
Friendship is, in fact, a vital key to any flourishing political order, for friendship is rooted in affection and a commitment to the good of the friend, which translates in…
Doppelganger: Me and George Monbiot in the Mirror World
Our modernist mindset too easily leads us to the comfortable notion that ‘they’–the government, the scientists, whoever–are going to save us with the latest whizz-bang techno-fix. They’re not. Nobody is…
Naming and Seeing our Neighbors
In these movements, we are but a speck of dust in the great desert. But here, where our feet are, we hold a power forgotten.
The Keeper, The Tiller, The Question
A Cain and Abel Story for Modern Man
Abandoned Altars
Here, in this shed’s unremarkable pool of silence, I am reminded of other places where silence stretched like an ocean. I happened upon one of those waning shores the previous…





















