All of a sudden this blog has a new title and a new look.  (The old title was “On the Way to Cushendall,” and all of the posts are still there. Click on “About” on the top bar for the story of my blog.)

As usual, when I follow a flash of insight, I doubted myself; I questioned the new title. It seemed like such an abrupt shift. It is about where I wish to be heading without knowing how it will all pan out. In the midst of my doubts, I picked up The Grapes of Wrath and read in the introduction something which resonates with what I am feeling my way into, and the new title. Synchronicity strikes again!

Whatever considerable ends it achieves, Casey’s sojourn brings him to an understanding of “deep ecology,” an egalitarian, biocentric, nonsectarian view in which all things are related and equally valued: “There was the hills, an’ there was me, an’ we wasn’t separate no more. We was one thing. ‘An that one thing was holy,” he tells Tom Joad (emphasis added).

— Robert DeMott in the Introduction to John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath

Thanks to my son Ben for finding the “new look!”