Podcasts about Old Road

Henry Shukman is a poet and Zen master. Henry is the Guiding Teacher of Mountain Cloud Zen Center in Santa Fe, New Mexico, which is part of the Sanbo Zen lineage. He is the author of One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart, a Zen Memoir, and, most recently, Original Love: The Four Inns on the Path of Awakening. Today we discuss Zen and our own paths of awakening.

Brothers Jeff, Luke and Trent try to once again find The Old Road.

Send us a textA savage green-eyed killer is riding the rails, leaving a trail  of mangled hobo corpses in his wake. Young traveler Junior Washington has been tasked with an important by the high council of hobos, but has no idea how much danger he is about to face.Written by Brett JarboeAfter this, I encourage you to listen toThicker Than Water, a new audio novel by yours truly. 11 hours of crime noir goodness, a savage tale of revenge, and family. I will be releasing the first couple of chapters right here, very soon. Its available for free on the patreon, but its also for sale! 10 bucks, no membership required. The amazing music was performed by John Bartmann, with Background Scan, Old Road to Town, Goosebumps, and Dark HighwayAnd Lobo Loco with Wild West Ruction You can find them on freemusicarchive.orgPlease subscribe through Buzzsprout, Stitcher, Spotify, Podchaser, or iTunesFind me on social media on Instagram Facebook and Twitter, or email me direct at AScaryHomeCompanion@gmail.comSupport our PATREON page! And check out the Redbubble merch shop. Support the show

Police have backtracked on replacing their old road spikes - despite injuries and despite testing new ones that are safer. Phil Pennington spoke to Ingrid Hipkiss.

Henry Shukman talks about the old way of the heart, which we can discover through meditation. It is a path that leads us into a deeper connection with the world. He shares his experiences on the Zen path, including his early awakening experience and what it meant for his journey moving forward. Why do we practice at all? We practice to let go of suffering, to untangle the knots in our psyche, and to experience the profound healing of realizing we are part of everything. This deep sense of love and belonging lies at the core of being human. Meditation practice plays a central role in this process—not simply to reduce stress or improve functionality, but to cultivate a loving presence and a deep connection with the world. About Henry: https://henryshukman.com https://www.thewayapp.com https://www.instagram.com/henryshukman/   About Usha: https://ushaswamy.de  

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Tonight, we'll read a chapter titled “An Old Road.” from “A Rambler's Lease” by Bradford Torrey, published in 1892. Torrey was an American ornithologist who wrote many stories about his experiences walking through woods while bird watching.  The preface he wrote to tonight's book is paraphrased as follows: “The writer of this little book has found so much pleasure in other men's woods and fields that he has come to look upon himself as in some sort the owner of them. Their lawful possessors will not begrudge him this feeling, he believes, nor take it amiss if he assumes, even in this public way, to hold a rambler's lease of their property. His private opinion is that the world belongs to those who enjoy it.” — read by 'N' — Sign up for Snoozecast+ to get expanded, ad-free access by going to snoozecast.com/plus! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

19. oktobrī Latvijas Universitātes Lielajā aulā Rīgas kamerkoris “Ave Sol”, Imanta Kokara 1969. gadā dibinātais leģendārais kolektīvs, atzīmēs savas pastāvēšanas 55. gadskārtu ar žilbinoši spilgtu koncertprogrammu. Tajā kamerkoris sola ne vien stāties līdzās savam saules vārdam, bet pat ar to spēkoties virtuozā kormūzikas programmā. Lai uzzinātu vairāk, uz studiju aicinājām kamerkora "Ave Sol" māksliniecisko vadītāju Andri Veismani. Mūsu sarunā par to, kādas pārmaiņas skārušas kori pēdējo piecu gadu laikā kopš iepriekšējās vērienīgās jubilejas; par jaunām iniciatīvām, pie kurām pieder arī pavasarī iedibinātais koncertcikls "Kora laboratorija" (to ievadīja Anastasija Kildiša, kura nu pošas uz Stokholmu, lai piedalītos Erika Eriksona diriģentu konkursā). Andris Veismanis jūsmīgi runā arī par saviem audzēkņiem, no kuriem liela daļa pievērsušies komponēšanai, piemēram, Jēkabs Bernāts. Kopīgi atceramies Andra paša gaitas korī "Ave Sol" kā dziedātājam un diriģentam. Un, protams, pievēršamies kora 55. jubilejas programmai, kuru nosacīti var iedalīt divās daļās – darbi, kuri pasūtīti tieši šim koncertam, un darbi, kuri skanējuši pasaulē, bet tagad atgriezīsies mājās. * Nu jau būs pagājuši teju 15 gadi kopš Latvijā pēdējoreiz koncertizpildījumā skanēja komponista Uģa Prauliņa “Grammy” balvai nominētais koncerts korim “The Nightingale” (“Lakstīgala”), kuru atzītajā ierakstā ieskaņoja Dāņu Nacionālais vokālais ansamblis. Koncerta pirmajā daļā daiļās putnu un cilvēku balsīs ietērpto Hansa Kristiana Andersena pasaku pirmoreiz gaismā cels latviešu mākslinieki – “Ave Sol”, diriģents Jurģis Cābulis un blokflautiste Ieva Nīmane, kura iejutīsies skanīgās lakstīgalas lomā. Pēc ilgākas pauzes Latvijas kormūzikas krastā pērn uzmirdzēja no “Ave Sol” senlaiku pūra Andra Veismaņa izsmeltā Ādolfa Skultes bangojošā poēma “Jūrai” – arī tā jubilejas koncertā izstaros saules gaismu “Ave Sol” dziedātāju balsīs. Putekļus gan nenāksies notraukt no pavisam svaigā Ērika Ešenvalda opusa “I Travelled the Old Road”, kurš “Ave Sol” jubilejas koncertā piedzīvos Latvijas pirmatskaņojumu. Tāpat Latvijas pirmatskaņojumu piedzīvot būs darbam, kurš tapa pērnruden, jaunajam komponistam Jēkabam Bernātam atnesot uzreiz divas uzvaras. Bernāta jaundarbs “Historia von D. Johann Fausten”, kas apcer pirmo Fausta tēla parādīšanos pasaules literatūras apvārsnī, uzvarēja gan 3. Starptautisko Eduarda Balša jauno komponistu konkursu Viļņā, gan šoziem pašu mājās ieguva 2023. gada Kormūzikas balvu nominācijā “Gada jaunrade kormūzikā”. Koncertam īpašus jaundarbus par saules tēmu radījuši trīs komponisti – Gundega Šmite, Krists Auznieks un arī Rīgas kamerkora “Ave Sol” mākslinieciskais vadītājs Andris Veismanis. Gundega Šmite lūko pēc konsonanses starp Latvijas un civilizācijas šūpuļa Grieķijas saulēm, skanot divām līdzīgām, bet atšķirīgām nepārtrauktām, vizuļojošām elpām diptihā “Saules dziesmas” korim un ērģelēm, kuras spēlēs izcilais meistars un ilgstošais kora “Ave Sol” muzikālais cīņu biedrs Aigars Reinis. Turpretim Kristu Auznieku saistījis stīgu instrumentu dzidrais dzintartonis jaundarbā “Endless Blossoms” (“Bezgalīgie ziedi”), kuru pirmatskaņos divi kolektīvi, kuru vadītājs pats radījis jaundarbu šim koncertam. Runa, protams, ir par Andri Veismani, viņa jaundarbu “Cilvēki laivās” un viņa vadīto Vidzemes kamerorķestri, kas pievienosies Rīgas kamerkorim “Ave Sol” gan Auznieka, gan paša Veismaņa skaņdarbu pasaules pirmatskaņojumos. Rīgas kamerkoris “Ave Sol” kopš dibināšanas 1969. gadā vienmēr ir bijusi jaunu skaņu meklējumu laboratorija. Imants Kokars bija personība, kuras pārraudzībā attīstījās jaunais folkloras vilnis, kā arī daudzskaitlīgs laikmetīgo kordarbu klāsts latviešu mūzikā. Arī šodien Andris Veismanis tur rūpi par nepārtrauktu jaunas mūzikas izskanēšanu “Ave Sol” repertuārā, un 55. jubilejas koncerts šogad iezīmē nogriezni atskatam uz jau paveikto, bet visnotaļ ir arī spēcīgs atspēriena punkts jaunradei un laikmetīgās latviešu kormūzikas turpinātībai, kuplinot komponistu loku arī “Ave Sol” dziedātāju rindās.

Some volunteers in the St. Ann's Bay area are on the path to creating a new hiking trail from an old road. We get the details on the Rear Barrachois Trail. 

The works road is closed, the faith road is open | Romans 10:5-13

Gary introduces more top drawer music of the bagpipe as he looks ahead to some of the live piping events which can be heard across Scotland in the weeks ahead as we move towards a new season.TracksFraser Fifield with The Old Road o Lumphanan from One Great CircleDrums and Pipes and Regimental Band of the Gordon Highlanders with Highland Troop from Cock o the North Willie McCallum with Dora Macleod, Caledonian Society of London, Roddy MacDonald's Fancy, Fiona MacLeod, Dr MacPhail's Reel, The Cockerel in the Creel from the Royal Scottish Pipers' Society Recital, St Cecelia's HallMacKenzie Caledonian Pipe Band with Pipe Sergeant John Barclay, Ben Gullion, Dr Ross's 50th Welcome to the Argyllshire Gathering from A Big Step ForwardPipe Major Donald MacLeod with Wee Highland Laddie, Meeting of the Waters, Hen's March and Glasgow Police Pipers from The New York RecordingsCristina Pato with Fandango, Prueba de Fuego from LatinaMartyn Bennett with Mary Kelly's, Glesga Tabla and Belle's Fancy from The Grand Concert of  Scottish Piping Support the show

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Old Road in Dorchester will now be closed off on weekends in the wake of a deadly shooting earlier this month and illegal street parties.

Phillip Aijian reads his poems, "Jurisdiction," "Why Do You Ask My Name?" and "The Old Road to Garry." Phillip Aijian holds a PhD in Renaissance drama and theology from UC Irvine, as well as an MA in poetry from the University of Missouri. He teaches literature and religious studies and has published in journals like ZYZZYVA, Heron Tree, Poor Yorick, and Zocalo Public Square. He lives in California with his wife and children. His poetry and art can be found at www.phillipaijian.com. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/vita-poetica/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/vita-poetica/support

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Karis Tressel was naturopathic doctor, but felt compelled to reconnect with nature and her family, so she ditched the office life and became a farmer! Karis is the owner of the Old Farm Road located in Washington PA. In this episode Karis shared the details about switching careers, how she manages the farm and keeps up with her family. Karis is an awesome person, follow her story below.    https://www.instagram.com/theoldroadfarm/ https://theoldroadfarm.com/ Follow me on Insta: https://www.instagram.com/jalba/ Podcast Insta: https://www.instagram.com/oursocietywithjonalba/

Welcome to the inaugural episode for the new season! Our first guest is an extremely special one. We go right into the deep end of our spiritual journeys and meditation practices, as we speak with a renowned Zen master - Henry Shukman. Henry teaches meditation, mindfulness and awakening practices to a wide range of students from all traditions and walks of life. He is a Zen Master in the Sanbo Zen lineage. He has an MA from Cambridge and an MLitt from St Andrews and has written several award-winning books of poetry and fiction. He has written of his own journey in his memoir One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart, a Zen Memoir. Henry has recently created a new meditation program, Original Love, which aims to provide a broad, inclusive path of growth through meditation. In the episode, we learn Henry's own spiritual hurdles how he stumbled upon the practice, experiencing oneness with the world, the fundamentals of Zen meditation and power of Koans - or anecdotes and statements that provoke enlightenment. He teaches us how to practice mindfulness and gives us the most unique Philosophy of Now yet! Wait till the end for that mind-blowing mantra. This is an extremely personal, thought-provoking and inspirational conversation for us to all find and improve our purpose and practices. We recommend being full present as if meditating when you listen to this. We're excited for this one! Let's listen, learn and reflect together!

En JazzX5 #582 escuchamos la versión de “When The Elephant Walks” (Kahil El Zabar) que abre la nueva grabación de la nueva configuración de Roots Magic Sextet,, Long Old Road (Clean Feed, 2023). JazzX5 es un podcast de Pachi Tapiz.

The gang continue on down the Old Road but with danger looming once more tension is building and it turns out that not all of them are cut out for roughing it in the wild...Follow us on Twitter @D8DungeonJoin our Discord for more shenanigans!Are you following us on Twitch? Check out our other shows!We're a member of the Dakota Irish Guild; retailers of the finest dice and TTRPG accessories! Need new dice? Course you do... Check out their online store here!Dungeon Master - DeclanHephaesta Tinderson - AmberIvan of the Forgotten Vale - SamFia Izzidrim - LouiseCael Adorous - JamesAJ Steele - BenArt - RedactedRalphTheme song ‘Haunted” is by Ghost of Red MountainGet in touch with us: d8dungeon@gmail.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Back after ten days in New Zealand, Katie plays beautiful music from some of the albums she has enjoyed the most over the past couple of years – Bloom by... LEARN MORE The post Old road – Show #253 (part 1), 23 October 2022 appeared first on Miss Chatelaine.

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In this episode of Soul Curriculum, Rohan spends time with Henry Shukman, author and spiritual director of the Mountain Cloud Zen Center in Santa Fe. The two dive into the theme of deep listening and what it can open up in us; how to hone our ability to be present to the world around us and to each other; and the importance of finding mentors to guide us along the way. Join us to hear two soulful meditation practitioners in candid conversation. Listen to Henry Shukman's episode of Meditative Story, "What deep listening unlocks for me": https://listen.meditativestory.com/HenryShukmanWWHenry Shukman is a Zen Master in the Sanbo Zen lineage and is the Spiritual Director at Mountain Cloud Zen Center, and co-director of the Rio Grande Mindfulness Institute. Before this, he taught poetry at the Institute of American Indian Arts and Oxford Brookes University. He has written several award-winning books of poetry and fiction, including the memoir One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart. His new meditation program, Original Love, offers a broad, inclusive path of practice.Read the transcript for this story at www.meditativestory.comSign up for the Meditative Story weekly newsletter: http://eepurl.com/gyDGgDEach episode of Meditative Story combines the emotional pull of first-person storytelling with immersive music and gentle mindfulness prompts.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This week we caught up with Dr. Elijah Dixon, a liver and pancreas surgeon at the University of Calgary, to talk about mindfulness and meditation. Dr. Dixon really opened our eyes to how those practices might help us both inside and outside the operating room. We also asked Dr. Dixon about what it was like to be the president of the Americas Hepato-Pancreatico-Biliary Association as well as the Canadian Association of General Surgeons. Links: 1. Eckhart Tolle: https://eckharttolle.com/ 2. Waking Up app: https://www.wakingup.com/ 3. One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart, a Zen Memoir by Henry Shukman. https://www.amazon.ca/One-Blade-Grass-Finding-Memoir/dp/1640092625 4. Jillian Horton interview: https://soundcloud.com/cjs-podcast/e83-jillian-horton-on-writing-burnout-and-the-quest-for-a-better-culture-in-medicine 5. Stroke of Insight TED talk: https://www.ted.com/talks/jill_bolte_taylor_my_stroke_of_insight?language=en Bio (taken from https://cumming.ucalgary.ca/sites/default/files/teams/236/april-2016-newsletter.pdf): Dr. Dixon is a Professor of Surgery, Oncology and Community Health Sciences with the University of Calgary. He is a practicing General Surgeon at Foothills Hospital with a focus in Hepatobiliary/Pancreatic Surgery. Dr. Dixon completed his Undergrad in General Science and Medical School at the University of Manitoba, and then Surgical Residency at the University of Calgary. From there he went to the University of Toronto and did a Fellowship in Hepatobiliary/Pancreatic Surgery and GI Transplantation at the Toronto General Hospital. He then proceeded to the Harvard School ofPublic Health and did a Masters in Epidemiology. Dr. Dixon's research interests include the development of quality indicators of care for patients undergoing hepatic resection for metastatic colorectal cancer. He conducts clinical research, particularly in the area of hepato-pancreatico-biliary surgery.

Chapter SixA BobbinNow, there was a Little, or a Bobbin if you prefer, of, well… how should we say this? A Bobbin of a peculiar nature. That's how some folks in the district would have put it in an aside, behind the hand, whisper if you knew ‘em well enough. Especially down in the lowlands areas of the Gentle Lands where things were much more proper like.But up in Dry Hills and all the way out to Lost Valley, perhaps not so much. Not so formal. Things were stranger up there and those who raised olives up among the dry canyons and hillsides had a tendency to keep to themselves as did the small quiet villages of workers who tended those twisting pastel trees of soft green and washed out white or grey, trees[NC1]  and made the oils which were exported even to the court of the Elf King of Indolién himself.They were serious about their work up there and tended to stick to their own business and shutter up quickly, sometimes even before dark. But it was pleasant enough up there, in a sort of hauntingly quiet way. Folk there referred to themselves properly as Bobbin and not the elvish phrasing of Littles.Nercë as it would be said in Indaarian. Or sometimes just, “the Ner.”Littles.As we were saying… there was one such Bobbin of a peculiar nature who lived up in Dry Hills and had inherited a modest estate of SalteBlock Olives from his rich uncle Guthbert MaCrow of the Wayside MaCrows before the big split in the family in which the respectables severed ways from… well, the peculiar branch.And it was on this night when the winds were wild and dark off the coast, that this particularly peculiar Bobbin who'd inherited his estate was on a late walkabout far from his orchards when he came upon the wounded stranger stumbling up the road with the bundle of the old ruck under his arm.And the hilt of a broken sword in the other.Tappert MaCrow saw the dark cloaked and hooded figure from afar off making his way along the winding Old Road up into the hills. Now… it must be said… most Bobbin[NC2] s would have seen such a sight on a windy spring night like this particular one well after midnight and approaching Last Snack, and thus promptly taken themselves off back home for a warm glass of milk and a dozen Oat Berry cookies to put themselves back to sleep and to forget all the nonsense of dark cloaked strangers stumbling about the lands in the middle of the night.That's what the average Bobbin would have done. No doubts about that. I can assure you of this. But as has been said, Tappert was not an average Little, or even Bobbin for that matter.He was in fact, quite peculiar for his kind.How peculiar, the reader of this tale might ask right about now.Let me explain.Tappert had been, from a very young age, his strange uncle's favorite young Bobbin, and thusly rewarded such by a sizeable and oft talked of inheritance. And Tappert, sometimes known as Tap Tap, or even Tapper among the small band of young friends he maintained, had the very un-Little trait, a nasty one at that, of being… curious. So of course, it wasn't any stretch for young Tappert to one day inherit the modest yet renown SalteBlock Farms of his weird uncle who'd been known to go off a'wanderin' at times and even once or twice for more than a year or so. All this happened not because Tappert was exceptionally good at the raising, pressing, and barreling of oils, but because, like his uncle, Tappert was peculiarly curious.We've used that word a lot. Curious.And to understand its context here we have to understand the Bobbins. An easy way to say what needs to be said next… is just to say it. So here it is. The Bobbins, Littles really, were a simple lot concerned with just their own daily business, and especially the business of other Bobbins, or the greater outside beyond their gentle lands. And very much not so much in the least[NC3]  concerned with the affairs of the world at large, though they would sit and listen to a little bit of gossip near the inn's hearth on any given night of the week. Or perhaps over a neighbor's fence if they were about some snack between chores. Perhaps even in the morning when the coffee was brewing, and it was just bacon. But by and large they tended to keep to themselves and be busy with the ordinary everyday business of their lives. Farm. Family. Flowers and gardens and such.To them, the Fall of Sirith Osildor ranked just a little bit lower than news of Goodie Tavish's prize peonies and the county faire of course this summer.That would be normal Little behavior. Nothing peculiar about that. And so, it was quite peculiar for Tappert McCrow to be out on such a night as this and going for a long walk as was his usual as the nights got less cold and the moon was out. He was, what the oldsters in the district would have said, young and restless at that age. And, according to them, all Little MaCrow needed was a nice Bobbin lass, round and happy, to a'settle him down a bit, ya hears me. That's all.And all this peculiarness could be forgiven by the locals if that were the grand extent of it. Late night walks deep into the less populated edges of the district. But such was not the case. For you see… Tappert McCrow, like his Grand old weird Uncle… [NC4] loved maps. Studying them. Making them. Finding them. Collecting them. Covering the walls of his old hill[NC5] , the one inherited from Uncle Guthbert, with them.Maps were Tappert's passion.His study, high in the old abbey tower around which a great oak had grown up alongside, atop the estate inside the hill below, the hill that was the center and life of SalteBlock Farms, was filled with maps. Desks, walls, chests, great drawers paid good money for in which to keep and lay them out. Maps old Guthbert had acquired in his many strange travels. Maps young Tappert had acquired in his long walks since. And not just maps. But also… bits and pieces of the past. Curiosities. Relics and artifacts from his walkabout tours every summer as close to the Barrow Valley, which some called the Lost Valley, as he dared. And where there were not maps and curiosities in his grand study, there were books. Many of them in fact.The collection of old dusty leatherbound collections of vellum and even papery papyrus lined the walls of his study and could be found often, open on every possible surface and space within the small tower while the latest acquisition was under months long inspection by Tappert.So this… is what made Tappert peculiar to the other Bobbins, or Littles if you prefer, far and wide about the Gentle Lands and caused them to roll their eyes or utter something about that McCrow curse that had made that branch of the ancient family daft. For it was the McCrows of long ago who'd gone off to battle in the southern waystes to help the elves in their long-ago wars against the Shadow.And it was the respectable branch that was greatly pleased by this history they claimed.Elves passing through was one thing. Elves were of course always putting on airs as was their wont and traipsing through the district on some mysterious business they preferred not share. But helping elves, in war no less, this was not done in current times and the MaCrows' long ago service, a captain among their ancestors in command of company of Bobbin spear and dagger[NC6] , could be laid as a source, or the source, of the curse that had plagued the McCrow family for three generations now as far as anyone was concerned.It was one thing to be polite to an elf passing through. A knight or lady journeying by with their entourage, or retinue, heading south to take a ship as had been done in the long ago. Perhaps even offer them an apple from your basket and never no mind the copper, m'lady. The Elves of Indolién were indeed fine and beautiful people to look at, but they was elves after all and elves was deadly peculiar and, as has been mentioned here in this part… not a favored Little trait. Their magical ways, the elves, and always up to intrigue and dark adventures, were considered nasty habits. Wars in the south, why? Wars in the east, well wasn't that a bit ago, times are different now. A lost fleet on the Western Sea, seems a bit irresponsible. And their tombs… the tombs of the old elves, the Eldaar, all those old grand barrows laid with many a curse up there in the hills just below the mountains, near the old haunted fortress, or so some said if any were to be believed, those were dark matters best not paid mind to for proper-like peoples as the Littles considered themselves to be.So, every Little purposed in their hearts to have as little as possible to do with elves, or strangers, beyond the required pleasantries of civilized persons encountering one another. Of course. This was how it was done.But such were never the ways of the Crazy Old Guthbert McCrow as had he been once known[NC7] , and still was in whisper and rumor and cautionary lesson. And it certainly was how Tappert seemed to be turning out if things continued the way they were going with these long summer hikes higher into the hills, and of course these late-night walks.And this was the greatest charge laid against him by the Littles down along the coast… He didn't manage his groves in the least. Left it all up to Ol' Ned Thom to[NC8]  the seein'.And of course, them queer maps. Always coming in special packages, creamy big envelopes straight from the sages and collectors of Indolién itself. Inked in gold, said Postman Symes when he stopped by your front post and had a cup of tea and perhaps a little bit of freshly baked lemon rosemary seedcake.Remember when I told you Littles aren't much interested in others' business? Well, that's just a lie they live. Inherently all Littles are madly interested in news, tales, and talk. But long ago they convinced themselves they shouldn't be and so, formally, they aren't.Now gossip on the quiet, a whisper behind the hand out[NC9]  by the post on a hot afternoon between chores, well that's just a tasty treat just as well savored as a slice of dark sugar pecan pie. No harm in that.“Nah one gettee a letter fine like that from Indolién[NC10] ,” Symes would tell one and all who'd listen each time a package came from Indolién for Saltblocke Farms. “Nah one a'tall.”So there on the late night on the verge of turning toward the witch hours was a small Bobbin about on the twisting roads deep in the district with his walking stick in hand, wrapped up in his tweed walking coat when he did indeed see the stumbling stranger making his way up the Old Road toward the High Hills. At first, he thought it might be one of those elven fortune hunters down lurking around the barrows and having gotten into a spot of trouble. The outcasts. And because Tappert was curious to see what was the matter he waited under the old lantern atop Smote Hill, which was one of the smaller hills before you reached the fork in the road that either led off toward Barrow Valley, or up into Dry Hills proper and the vast olive farms and the fine old homes that lay along the ancient cobblestone wall and road that was as old as time itself.Or so the oldsters say.Tappert was a keen observer. Had to be if one were to be a collector, was what Old Guthbert had always tried to teach him. And he was. As his Grand Uncle had been and as most McCrows were for no reason they could ever define. So, even now as he watched the stranger from under the lantern atop Old Smote Hill, he could see other bands of shadowy figures moving about down in the Hollows and even the occasional green-fire torch coming to life this way and that.And even though the wind had been up a while ago, he'd been sure he'd heard hunting horns like none other he'd ever heard, in the night.“Now that's a might strange,” murmured Tappert as he watched and waited for the elf to climb the hill. He was assuming it was an elf. And then perhaps once that happened, they might have a nice conversation as elves didn't mind the dark and the late and he'd had other conversations with some on late nights just like this. Tappert enjoyed spending a chat with elves when they were willing to. And the ones that came for the treasures of the barrows were more than like to talk, and want talk.In time the elf arrived, and it was clear, again because Tappert was a keen observer, that the stranger was indeed wounded or feeling ill, and was not an elf at all, but a man.Which was stranger still. Men were rare. Mostly all one ever saw of them were rumors and the much coveted Little gossip out by the post.“I say,” announced Tappert, for it was clear the elf who was not an elf but a man, was not aware of Tappert's presence as he made the top of Smote Hill. “You seem to be having a bit of a rough struggle.”The stranger stopped, swaying a bit, casting his gaze quickly over his shoulder and down into the hollows where the strange bands of dark figures had been roving about as though searching for something, or someone.Two things occurred to Tappert who as has been stated was a bit of a keen observer. A constant watcher. A collector, as it were.One. The man was holding a broken sword.Two. The bundle under the arm of the stranger was… smoking. Gray wisps drifted from its fatness. Curling and delicate, they climbed off into the night and drifted, deliberating[NC11]  it seemed, off toward the hollows. Drifting away and leaving a smell like… like Tappert would think later… burnt charcoal on the breeze. A not unpleasant smell. But very curious in that it was coming from inside an old and worn travelling pack where one usually did not keep fire. So of course, both were of interest to the peculiar Bobbin.“May I be of assistance?” asked Tappert. All Littles are always first kind.The stranger, muttering, came to himself at seeing the Little under the lantern's light atop the rise he'd come up with no little difficulty. There was a trail of blood droplets, dark in the night, behind him.“Who might you be, little one?” asked the stranger tiredly.Tappert planted his walking stick, stuck out his small hand and announced his name.“Allow me to introduce myself, stranger. Tappert Junctulius McCrow of the Wayside McCrows.”A long moment passed as the stranger continued to sway in his boots. Blood began to drip down onto the dirt of the road as he stood there, as though seeming to decide what to do next. This also, was not lost on Tappert.“Most just call me Tappert,” he continued friendly enough in the ensuing silence. “A few friends I have over in Ladybridge call me Tap Tap, but they are…”The Bobbin coughed.“Rascals but friends none the less.”“Ah,” said the stranger. Clearing his throat. His voice was odd, noted the Bobbin. Most elves had high almost musical sounding voices. Or like trumpets, especially if they were knights or noble family. But this one sounded like a highwayman or a drover. He had seldom talked with men, as men were not given to talk.“And…” began the Man. “Are you… uh… a relation of old Guthbert… McCrow,” he coughed at the last.Tapper was surprised and seemed to lean back at this.“I am indeed!” he exclaimed. “He was my good old grand uncle from way back. Gone now these five years.”The stranger looked over his shoulder and down in the vast zig zag of hollows he'd just climbed out of.“They're coming…” he seemed to mutter to himself, but Tappert caught this all the same.The Bobbin stepped closer, peering down into the darkness, and trying to see what the stranger saw. Though Bobbin eyes are good… they are not elf good. Still, he tried. The shadows were gone now.“Old Guthbert was known to Storytellers. We called on him in times of trouble,” rumbled the stranger.Tappert did not know this. In fact, this struck him as a very fantastic thing and yet one more interesting curiosity about his unbelievable uncle that was totally believable. He was still discovering secret rooms and passages and small treasures laid up through the Estate at Saltblocke Farms. And, as Tappert's quick little mind worked, the explanation of many mysteries he had often wondered about, unlocked, a little. Like some small number of tumblers in a difficult lock.“I say…” Tappert whispered to himself in the night as a few mysteries fell into place. The stranger stood silently as Tapper did the same, his mind roving over old memories.“I am badly wounded,” began the stranger and coughed a bit. “Waylaid along the roads.”“In a fight?” mouthed the Bobbin incredulously. Such things were unheard of here in the district mostly. Dreamt of maybe. As one dreams of adventures. But of course… Bobbins don't do adventures. That of course is well known, and a'wanderin' is nothing to be proud of.But there had been stories of dark figures on the roads of late. Tappert had heard such talk.“Set upon by dark forces from the South. Emissaries of the Doom Gate.”A small gasp escaped the Bobbin's mouth and Tappert felt himself tighten his grip on his old walking stick.“I would not presume on any of your fine folk unless the needs were dire,” continued the stranger, weaving slightly. “But I must ask for help now… I need to get off the road this night. Perhaps…”“A hiding place,” finished Tappert expectantly and knew not why he did so.The stranger grunted a bit as he took his hand away from his wound. Then… a soft almost quiet, “yes.”And without discussion or questions or even a nod to the worries that brought such evil mentioned as the Doom Gate and Dark Forces, Tappert was hustling the stranger along the road to Dry Hills and the old Abbey that was his home atop the hill.Not just because he was a good Bobbin, though peculiar Bobbin, who would render aid to a strange traveler in trouble on the road. But because this… smelled like… an adventure to him and he had the feeling he was caught up in something he'd been looking for in all those maps he loved so much.Please make sure to preorder the Audiook version of Strange Company2: Voodoo Warfare. It's available now here This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit nickcole.substack.com/subscribe

Chapter SixA BobbinNow, there was a Little, or a Bobbin if you prefer, of, well… how should we say this? A Bobbin of a peculiar nature. That's how some folks in the district would have put it in an aside, behind the hand, whisper if you knew ‘em well enough. Especially down in the lowlands areas of the Gentle Lands where things were much more proper like.But up in Dry Hills and all the way out to Lost Valley, perhaps not so much. Not so formal. Things were stranger up there and those who raised olives up among the dry canyons and hillsides had a tendency to keep to themselves as did the small quiet villages of workers who tended those twisting pastel trees of soft green and washed out white or grey, trees[NC1]  and made the oils which were exported even to the court of the Elf King of Indolién himself.They were serious about their work up there and tended to stick to their own business and shutter up quickly, sometimes even before dark. But it was pleasant enough up there, in a sort of hauntingly quiet way. Folk there referred to themselves properly as Bobbin and not the elvish phrasing of Littles.Nercë as it would be said in Indaarian. Or sometimes just, “the Ner.”Littles.As we were saying… there was one such Bobbin of a peculiar nature who lived up in Dry Hills and had inherited a modest estate of SalteBlock Olives from his rich uncle Guthbert MaCrow of the Wayside MaCrows before the big split in the family in which the respectables severed ways from… well, the peculiar branch.And it was on this night when the winds were wild and dark off the coast, that this particularly peculiar Bobbin who'd inherited his estate was on a late walkabout far from his orchards when he came upon the wounded stranger stumbling up the road with the bundle of the old ruck under his arm.And the hilt of a broken sword in the other.Tappert MaCrow saw the dark cloaked and hooded figure from afar off making his way along the winding Old Road up into the hills. Now… it must be said… most Bobbin[NC2] s would have seen such a sight on a windy spring night like this particular one well after midnight and approaching Last Snack, and thus promptly taken themselves off back home for a warm glass of milk and a dozen Oat Berry cookies to put themselves back to sleep and to forget all the nonsense of dark cloaked strangers stumbling about the lands in the middle of the night.That's what the average Bobbin would have done. No doubts about that. I can assure you of this. But as has been said, Tappert was not an average Little, or even Bobbin for that matter.He was in fact, quite peculiar for his kind.How peculiar, the reader of this tale might ask right about now.Let me explain.Tappert had been, from a very young age, his strange uncle's favorite young Bobbin, and thusly rewarded such by a sizeable and oft talked of inheritance. And Tappert, sometimes known as Tap Tap, or even Tapper among the small band of young friends he maintained, had the very un-Little trait, a nasty one at that, of being… curious. So of course, it wasn't any stretch for young Tappert to one day inherit the modest yet renown SalteBlock Farms of his weird uncle who'd been known to go off a'wanderin' at times and even once or twice for more than a year or so. All this happened not because Tappert was exceptionally good at the raising, pressing, and barreling of oils, but because, like his uncle, Tappert was peculiarly curious.We've used that word a lot. Curious.And to understand its context here we have to understand the Bobbins. An easy way to say what needs to be said next… is just to say it. So here it is. The Bobbins, Littles really, were a simple lot concerned with just their own daily business, and especially the business of other Bobbins, or the greater outside beyond their gentle lands. And very much not so much in the least[NC3]  concerned with the affairs of the world at large, though they would sit and listen to a little bit of gossip near the inn's hearth on any given night of the week. Or perhaps over a neighbor's fence if they were about some snack between chores. Perhaps even in the morning when the coffee was brewing, and it was just bacon. But by and large they tended to keep to themselves and be busy with the ordinary everyday business of their lives. Farm. Family. Flowers and gardens and such.To them, the Fall of Sirith Osildor ranked just a little bit lower than news of Goodie Tavish's prize peonies and the county faire of course this summer.That would be normal Little behavior. Nothing peculiar about that. And so, it was quite peculiar for Tappert McCrow to be out on such a night as this and going for a long walk as was his usual as the nights got less cold and the moon was out. He was, what the oldsters in the district would have said, young and restless at that age. And, according to them, all Little MaCrow needed was a nice Bobbin lass, round and happy, to a'settle him down a bit, ya hears me. That's all.And all this peculiarness could be forgiven by the locals if that were the grand extent of it. Late night walks deep into the less populated edges of the district. But such was not the case. For you see… Tappert McCrow, like his Grand old weird Uncle… [NC4] loved maps. Studying them. Making them. Finding them. Collecting them. Covering the walls of his old hill[NC5] , the one inherited from Uncle Guthbert, with them.Maps were Tappert's passion.His study, high in the old abbey tower around which a great oak had grown up alongside, atop the estate inside the hill below, the hill that was the center and life of SalteBlock Farms, was filled with maps. Desks, walls, chests, great drawers paid good money for in which to keep and lay them out. Maps old Guthbert had acquired in his many strange travels. Maps young Tappert had acquired in his long walks since. And not just maps. But also… bits and pieces of the past. Curiosities. Relics and artifacts from his walkabout tours every summer as close to the Barrow Valley, which some called the Lost Valley, as he dared. And where there were not maps and curiosities in his grand study, there were books. Many of them in fact.The collection of old dusty leatherbound collections of vellum and even papery papyrus lined the walls of his study and could be found often, open on every possible surface and space within the small tower while the latest acquisition was under months long inspection by Tappert.So this… is what made Tappert peculiar to the other Bobbins, or Littles if you prefer, far and wide about the Gentle Lands and caused them to roll their eyes or utter something about that McCrow curse that had made that branch of the ancient family daft. For it was the McCrows of long ago who'd gone off to battle in the southern waystes to help the elves in their long-ago wars against the Shadow.And it was the respectable branch that was greatly pleased by this history they claimed.Elves passing through was one thing. Elves were of course always putting on airs as was their wont and traipsing through the district on some mysterious business they preferred not share. But helping elves, in war no less, this was not done in current times and the MaCrows' long ago service, a captain among their ancestors in command of company of Bobbin spear and dagger[NC6] , could be laid as a source, or the source, of the curse that had plagued the McCrow family for three generations now as far as anyone was concerned.It was one thing to be polite to an elf passing through. A knight or lady journeying by with their entourage, or retinue, heading south to take a ship as had been done in the long ago. Perhaps even offer them an apple from your basket and never no mind the copper, m'lady. The Elves of Indolién were indeed fine and beautiful people to look at, but they was elves after all and elves was deadly peculiar and, as has been mentioned here in this part… not a favored Little trait. Their magical ways, the elves, and always up to intrigue and dark adventures, were considered nasty habits. Wars in the south, why? Wars in the east, well wasn't that a bit ago, times are different now. A lost fleet on the Western Sea, seems a bit irresponsible. And their tombs… the tombs of the old elves, the Eldaar, all those old grand barrows laid with many a curse up there in the hills just below the mountains, near the old haunted fortress, or so some said if any were to be believed, those were dark matters best not paid mind to for proper-like peoples as the Littles considered themselves to be.So, every Little purposed in their hearts to have as little as possible to do with elves, or strangers, beyond the required pleasantries of civilized persons encountering one another. Of course. This was how it was done.But such were never the ways of the Crazy Old Guthbert McCrow as had he been once known[NC7] , and still was in whisper and rumor and cautionary lesson. And it certainly was how Tappert seemed to be turning out if things continued the way they were going with these long summer hikes higher into the hills, and of course these late-night walks.And this was the greatest charge laid against him by the Littles down along the coast… He didn't manage his groves in the least. Left it all up to Ol' Ned Thom to[NC8]  the seein'.And of course, them queer maps. Always coming in special packages, creamy big envelopes straight from the sages and collectors of Indolién itself. Inked in gold, said Postman Symes when he stopped by your front post and had a cup of tea and perhaps a little bit of freshly baked lemon rosemary seedcake.Remember when I told you Littles aren't much interested in others' business? Well, that's just a lie they live. Inherently all Littles are madly interested in news, tales, and talk. But long ago they convinced themselves they shouldn't be and so, formally, they aren't.Now gossip on the quiet, a whisper behind the hand out[NC9]  by the post on a hot afternoon between chores, well that's just a tasty treat just as well savored as a slice of dark sugar pecan pie. No harm in that.“Nah one gettee a letter fine like that from Indolién[NC10] ,” Symes would tell one and all who'd listen each time a package came from Indolién for Saltblocke Farms. “Nah one a'tall.”So there on the late night on the verge of turning toward the witch hours was a small Bobbin about on the twisting roads deep in the district with his walking stick in hand, wrapped up in his tweed walking coat when he did indeed see the stumbling stranger making his way up the Old Road toward the High Hills. At first, he thought it might be one of those elven fortune hunters down lurking around the barrows and having gotten into a spot of trouble. The outcasts. And because Tappert was curious to see what was the matter he waited under the old lantern atop Smote Hill, which was one of the smaller hills before you reached the fork in the road that either led off toward Barrow Valley, or up into Dry Hills proper and the vast olive farms and the fine old homes that lay along the ancient cobblestone wall and road that was as old as time itself.Or so the oldsters say.Tappert was a keen observer. Had to be if one were to be a collector, was what Old Guthbert had always tried to teach him. And he was. As his Grand Uncle had been and as most McCrows were for no reason they could ever define. So, even now as he watched the stranger from under the lantern atop Old Smote Hill, he could see other bands of shadowy figures moving about down in the Hollows and even the occasional green-fire torch coming to life this way and that.And even though the wind had been up a while ago, he'd been sure he'd heard hunting horns like none other he'd ever heard, in the night.“Now that's a might strange,” murmured Tappert as he watched and waited for the elf to climb the hill. He was assuming it was an elf. And then perhaps once that happened, they might have a nice conversation as elves didn't mind the dark and the late and he'd had other conversations with some on late nights just like this. Tappert enjoyed spending a chat with elves when they were willing to. And the ones that came for the treasures of the barrows were more than like to talk, and want talk.In time the elf arrived, and it was clear, again because Tappert was a keen observer, that the stranger was indeed wounded or feeling ill, and was not an elf at all, but a man.Which was stranger still. Men were rare. Mostly all one ever saw of them were rumors and the much coveted Little gossip out by the post.“I say,” announced Tappert, for it was clear the elf who was not an elf but a man, was not aware of Tappert's presence as he made the top of Smote Hill. “You seem to be having a bit of a rough struggle.”The stranger stopped, swaying a bit, casting his gaze quickly over his shoulder and down into the hollows where the strange bands of dark figures had been roving about as though searching for something, or someone.Two things occurred to Tappert who as has been stated was a bit of a keen observer. A constant watcher. A collector, as it were.One. The man was holding a broken sword.Two. The bundle under the arm of the stranger was… smoking. Gray wisps drifted from its fatness. Curling and delicate, they climbed off into the night and drifted, deliberating[NC11]  it seemed, off toward the hollows. Drifting away and leaving a smell like… like Tappert would think later… burnt charcoal on the breeze. A not unpleasant smell. But very curious in that it was coming from inside an old and worn travelling pack where one usually did not keep fire. So of course, both were of interest to the peculiar Bobbin.“May I be of assistance?” asked Tappert. All Littles are always first kind.The stranger, muttering, came to himself at seeing the Little under the lantern's light atop the rise he'd come up with no little difficulty. There was a trail of blood droplets, dark in the night, behind him.“Who might you be, little one?” asked the stranger tiredly.Tappert planted his walking stick, stuck out his small hand and announced his name.“Allow me to introduce myself, stranger. Tappert Junctulius McCrow of the Wayside McCrows.”A long moment passed as the stranger continued to sway in his boots. Blood began to drip down onto the dirt of the road as he stood there, as though seeming to decide what to do next. This also, was not lost on Tappert.“Most just call me Tappert,” he continued friendly enough in the ensuing silence. “A few friends I have over in Ladybridge call me Tap Tap, but they are…”The Bobbin coughed.“Rascals but friends none the less.”“Ah,” said the stranger. Clearing his throat. His voice was odd, noted the Bobbin. Most elves had high almost musical sounding voices. Or like trumpets, especially if they were knights or noble family. But this one sounded like a highwayman or a drover. He had seldom talked with men, as men were not given to talk.“And…” began the Man. “Are you… uh… a relation of old Guthbert… McCrow,” he coughed at the last.Tapper was surprised and seemed to lean back at this.“I am indeed!” he exclaimed. “He was my good old grand uncle from way back. Gone now these five years.”The stranger looked over his shoulder and down in the vast zig zag of hollows he'd just climbed out of.“They're coming…” he seemed to mutter to himself, but Tappert caught this all the same.The Bobbin stepped closer, peering down into the darkness, and trying to see what the stranger saw. Though Bobbin eyes are good… they are not elf good. Still, he tried. The shadows were gone now.“Old Guthbert was known to Storytellers. We called on him in times of trouble,” rumbled the stranger.Tappert did not know this. In fact, this struck him as a very fantastic thing and yet one more interesting curiosity about his unbelievable uncle that was totally believable. He was still discovering secret rooms and passages and small treasures laid up through the Estate at Saltblocke Farms. And, as Tappert's quick little mind worked, the explanation of many mysteries he had often wondered about, unlocked, a little. Like some small number of tumblers in a difficult lock.“I say…” Tappert whispered to himself in the night as a few mysteries fell into place. The stranger stood silently as Tapper did the same, his mind roving over old memories.“I am badly wounded,” began the stranger and coughed a bit. “Waylaid along the roads.”“In a fight?” mouthed the Bobbin incredulously. Such things were unheard of here in the district mostly. Dreamt of maybe. As one dreams of adventures. But of course… Bobbins don't do adventures. That of course is well known, and a'wanderin' is nothing to be proud of.But there had been stories of dark figures on the roads of late. Tappert had heard such talk.“Set upon by dark forces from the South. Emissaries of the Doom Gate.”A small gasp escaped the Bobbin's mouth and Tappert felt himself tighten his grip on his old walking stick.“I would not presume on any of your fine folk unless the needs were dire,” continued the stranger, weaving slightly. “But I must ask for help now… I need to get off the road this night. Perhaps…”“A hiding place,” finished Tappert expectantly and knew not why he did so.The stranger grunted a bit as he took his hand away from his wound. Then… a soft almost quiet, “yes.”And without discussion or questions or even a nod to the worries that brought such evil mentioned as the Doom Gate and Dark Forces, Tappert was hustling the stranger along the road to Dry Hills and the old Abbey that was his home atop the hill.Not just because he was a good Bobbin, though peculiar Bobbin, who would render aid to a strange traveler in trouble on the road. But because this… smelled like… an adventure to him and he had the feeling he was caught up in something he'd been looking for in all those maps he loved so much.Please make sure to preorder the Audiook version of Strange Company2: Voodoo Warfare. It's available now here This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit nickcole.substack.com/subscribe

LINKS:https://bit.ly/AfterBookOrderhttps://www.wahoos.com/Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/ed-lee-73b55020/This is a vulnerable retelling of the tragic death of a son and a father's journey to integrate this heart-wrenching loss into his life. Through this relatable story, you will discover universal themes that are relevant to all kinds of grief, not just the loss of a child. Along the way, you will gain insight into what it looks like to learn how to live after a devastating loss and compassionately care for those who are grieving.Amidst the pain and sorrow of the loss of his son, Ed Lee, is forced to discover what moving forward looks like. He is open and honest about his experience, sharing his struggles and what he found helpful. This is not a story he ever wanted to tell, but knowing how difficult of a journey it has been, he presses past his resistance to talk about these things, hoping it will help others who have experienced similar losses.He is not writing as an expert who has been trained in grief. He is a father who knows what it feels like to be tossed about by waves of grief and disbelief which follow the death of a child. He understands the frustration of unanswerable questions and the temptation to numb the pain. He also knows how important it is to not take these waves alone, and that there is help to be found.Ed has experienced what it is like to get up after being knocked down by a crushing wave, and if you have lost someone you love, he hopes this book will help you do the same. If you are a friend of someone who has lost a loved one, he hopes this book will help you understand what they are going through and how you can come alongside them.About Ed LeeEd Lee is co-founder and partner of Wahoo's Fish Taco, responsible for the expansion and development of what has become one of the most iconic fast-casual restaurant brands in the United States. He has helped his co-founding brothers Wing Lam and Mingo Lee establish Wahoo's as a pop culture mainstay in California and beyond.He also co-founded Our House Coffee Shop and Night Club, Schroff Clothing, Kitsch Bar, Rooster Cafe, Tackle Box, Toast Kitchen & Bakery, Fill Bakeshop, and Tableau Kitchen & Bar.Ed is frequently invited to speak and give lectures at various universities, including University of Southern California, University of California, Irvine, and his alma mater Vanguard University, where he earned a Bachelor of Arts in Business. He is on the Board of Vocational Visions, which helps disabled adults get jobs, and the Board of UCI's Entrepreneur, which provides resources for students interested in innovation and entrepreneurship.In 2018, Ed was named One of OC's Most Influential by the Orange County Register and was written up in the same publication a year later as being "The Restaurant Whisperer" for his extensive mentoring of young restaurateurs. He was nominated as Entrepreneur of the Year by the Orange County Business Journal, and in 2022, he was named Restaurateur of the Year by the Journal.Co-AuthorRonald K. Ottenad Ron is the founder of Rooted Soul Ministries, which seeks to create environments where people grow in their intimacy with God. He also serves as a staff Spiritual Director and Adjunct Professor at Biola University. He has a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Journalism from California State University Long Beach, and two Master of Arts Degrees from Biola, Organizational Leadership and Spiritual Formation and Soul Care.He has written three other books: The Good Way: Walking an Old Road to a New Life, The Ascent to Santiago: A Contemplative Journal for Those Walking the Way of Saint James and The Risk Men: The Unexpected Rewards of Lifelong Friendship.

Read last week's episode hereChapter FiveThe stranger the Littles had named Walker was out and into the late night with the bundle of the ruck sack in one hand.He stopped in the wide courtyard and smelled the night. Beyond the heady scent of the eucalyptus trees the Littles planted in this region to protect their crops from the cruel late night and early morning frost and mist, he could smell the dust of the roads, the salt from out along the ocean, and the general aroma of things growing in the lands all around.And… he could smell others out there tonight. Unclean things coming along in the dark as they were known to do. They were here, unseen and out there in the darkness, undetectable because of their sorceries and craft, but there all the same.By the sign in the dirt of the courtyard he could see their trace, just barely. They were crafty and careful, and they'd come close to listen to what passed beyond the great door of the dark inn.Pulling his hood over his head he headed off down the lane, away from the coast and the road that ran south to the tower of Sirith Osildor, or north to Indolién. He moved swiftly, not bothering to cast a look back, knowing they were there in clusters, working their nets already and seeking where they could come upon him and catch him. They were new to these lands now that the sacred boundaries of the Black River had been violated. But as he moved fast and farther into the dark beyond the inn proper and the fields that surrounded it, each new scent on the wind confirmed to Walker what he already knew.They were here on this wilding night. And they'd come for him.The stranger took the northeastern road up out of the area around the Last Friendly Inn. Walker moved swiftly up and along the way, passing the last few Little homes in the district, he could still see the soft glow of candlelight coming from firelit kitchens and knowing that the simple gentlefolk there were possibly about a late night snack of perhaps some of the last of the winter smoked ham, a fried egg or six, and of course the Hot Lilly they all liked to make and put up for the winter from last year's harvest.The stranger had to admit to himself that he could have used a bit of that peppery fire, and a well-cooked egg, and perhaps even a fatty slice of ham. He had a long night in front of him, and if he was going to outmaneuver his pursuers in the dark wilds toward the northeast, then he was going to have to cover some rough country to come at Indolién from a direction no one suspected.And was he even going to Indolién? Perhaps the hour for the great city was too late even now that the gateways to the south were wide open. And perhaps it was best to do as Bearkiller had bade him to now.Set to his mission this night even though it was surest death and there was no hunting fellowship to see it done.Those thoughts bothered Walker as he moved, shouldered the ruck, and ran one gloved hand over the leather scabbard of the sword. He gave it a slight pull, executing the barest of draws. Just to make sure the blade was ready to clear leather should the fight come soon.And soon enough it would come. That was a safe bet for this night.The first rise out of the coastal valley that lay next to the small ridge of hill and the wide plains along the sea, showed him the district of the Littles behind, and the wide and big moon starting down toward the sea.Out there the sea was empty and made like the armor of the Elven Horse by the moon. There were no silver sails of Indolién. But, and Walker's eyes were keen, there were black sails out there, in the mist, and out in the open, testing the waters between the Outer Islands and the approaches to the harbor at Indolién.But he really only pretended to be interested in the wide moonlit sea out there tonight. Instead, he'd turned to survey the shadows of the trees, the draws, and the quiet places where he knew his pursuers must be waiting. Threading winter's deadfall carefully to stay on his trail.The Men of the North are known for their ability to run for days at a time. But now, in the dark, and heading into the East, pursued by an unknown force, now was not the time to run. Running was easier to track, and the goblins were known to run for long periods too. And what if they had the support of some riders? Dark horse or even wolf?The best trick now, thought Walker, who was more skilled than most at tracking and evasion within the woods, was to throw them off and move quietly away in some other direction than the one they were certain he was pursuing. There was a greater chance of losing them altogether, and if they did find his trail, then he could set traps and deadfalls, or lure them into dangerous places they might not get out of.Now he followed what the Littles did not call the Old Road. This was the Northeastern Lane according to the Littles. It was an  ancient[NC1]  way made so by the Old Kings but now, and in the long years since, it had turned to little more than a wide winding path that would make its way in a very haphazard fashion up into the Dry Hills country and through the small hamlets, holds, and large farms of the Highlands Littles who lived up that way.Walker stood for long minutes, waiting as the moon sank down toward the distant sea. Across the many roads and ways down there among the Little's strawberry farms near the coast, the watch had come out to light the lanterns that lay along the roads and wide spaces between their villages, as their job had been for many generations.He could see none of his pursuers down there in the dark, but he sensed their presence all the same. He checked the dagger in just the same manner as he had the sword, and thus satisfied, turned, topped the rise as fast he could, and started up into Dry Hill country by heading down the opposite side of the large hill and down into the low hollows that lay between the rising landscape that formed the Dry Hills area.There was nothing but late-night silence, perhaps some occasional owl calling out, and then there was the wind from down along the coast raced quickly up into the hills, moving through the stands of oak and other clustering trees causing them to whisper in hushed tones.That would be good. It would cover the sound of his passage once he left the road. And the shifting winds would cause all the shadows to move in the tress and underneath them, not just his.“Perhaps there may even be fog later,” he said to himself though no one was about to hear. It was his way, forged by hard years on the road, alone, and his investigations into all the forgotten places of the world. Often, when no one else was around, he would speak out his plans, his advantages, and the obstacles facing him, talking through it all just to hear if there was any falseness in them.This was a habit he'd acquired from the Men of the North, and his time among their scouts and warriors before he found his way among the Storytellers, where talking, and the telling of things, became not just second nature, but a language all its own full of many strange truths.So, Walker reminded himself that the fog might just come up into the low areas beneath the Dry Hills and perhaps along old streams and creeks of the hills, following the paths of such to send its misty tendrils up aways a little bit more. And that would be good for him against the shadows that stalked him even now. Moving in the fog would be like moving under a blanket. Concealing him and allowing him to hear them blundering about.But the fog did not come to aid Walker before he was forced to give battle against them in a lonely old hollow once called the Charring Tree Wayside for no reason any of the Littles of these present days could ever remember. Though the reason why it was named such was known to the Storytellers and kept in their records and annals. The Charring Tree Wayside was a place of ancient evils and Walker, as he moved swiftly, his road-eating stride long and relentless, cursed himself inwardly for not having thought they would be waiting for him among the crumbled rune-laden stones of that sort of place.Such fell creatures were oft ever[NC2]  attracted to all the ancient evils that were ever done under the sun. It was ever their way, and Walker cursed himself for not having taken this into account as they closed their noose about him in the night.The hunters that faced him were Moon Fen Goblins from out of the eastern waystes beyond the Black River itself. An area of ancient sunken kingdoms and the shattered remains of an old battle where the bones and broken weapons of ancient heroes and foes still lay within the mud and the vast lakes of that area. Moon Fen Goblins were predators more animal than sentient. The orcish warlords used them as such. Excellent hunters, stealthy creepers, they moved like hunting wolves in packs when they needed to, and creeping snakes when they must. They were excellent at infiltrating held lands on long range patrols deep in enemy territory and it made sense that in the aftermath of the fall of Sirith Osildor and the ancient tower, they would be the first ranging into these lands. Often led by a strong leader, these Moon Fen Goblins had probably come north in the weeks before the battle of Sirith Osildor as some sort of screening force and perhaps they were not specifically sent to find him but had spotted him moving slowly and steadily north after the battle.The first arrow of their attack came at the stranger out of the darkness as he entered the hollow and it was thanks to the swiftness of his kind that he sensed its flight and reacted by throwing himself against a sturdy oak for immediate cover.The speeding arrow whipped past and off along the road. A second came, flying dark and fast in the night, and later several more slammed into the oak, or began to whistle through the air all around him.The sorceries that had guarded them were now broken and he could see their foul presence revealed in the last of the spectral moonlight. Soon it would be dark, but as has been said, he had keen eyes, and the years he'd spent among the Men, and the Outcasts, had given him tricks and sharp eyes even for the darkest of nights.The goblin hunters had ringed the clearing at the bottom of the hollow, staying well back up along the brush and tree covered slopes. There were five of them, and five was an evil number.Use me now, whispered the voice in Walker's mind. He ignored it and shifted the bundle under his other arm. A moment later he drew his old blade with barely the snik it took to clear leather.He'd faced longer odds before. But no fight was ever fair. Or guaranteed of an outcome. They were archers and his bow had not made the journey with him north, instead breaking in battle as the Watch tried to hold the throughway beneath Sirith Osildor in the last hours before defeat.Use me now, Hecil, whispered the voice from within the bundle. Two are better than one and I shall help you though you are not elvenkind. Turn loose my powers and strike them down, ancient Man. I thirst for vengeance. Even the pitiful blood of these dark hounds long from home will do for now. Turn me loose and watch me free you… of the trap you have gotten yourself into.The voice was female. Whether elven, human, or some such other race… Walker did not know.But he didn't like it and he'd heard its siren's call since being tasked with the carrying of the object in the bundle of his old travel ruck away from the dusty crypts beneath the tower.But he'd been warned. Warned by Bearkiller and Almandir. And warnings from old Mountain Men were to be heeded. Walker had himself learned that during many hard lessons and come to trust their wisdom in the years since, always testing it. Always finding it true.Still, the thing in his ruck called to him, as he heard the shadow orcs moving about in the brush of the hollow, whispering and giggling like it was play, scrabbling and cursing in the Black Speech. Firing their whistling bolts and seeking to move to their next cover as he quiet shifted [NC3] from cover to cover, ever one step ahead of their targeting.Perhaps, thought Walker as he sought some advantage, they are not aware I possess no bow this night. If they were… then they would rush as one and try to take what I bear.Walker bent and picked up a stone. He waited for a moment, then whipped it at a noise nearby. Whether it struck home or not, that was not his intention. For a moment they stopped their firing, whistling their hunting speech[NC4] [NC5]  and orders. Unsure of what the noise was and what their prey was about even now when he was cornered down here in the dark.But with the next seconds, using their uncertain halt, Walker was already moving up on them. Blades out. And as everyone knows, Men make no sound when they wish not to. Even if they are booted and clothed in the rough and woodlands manner of their peoples from ages past just as Walker was when he came upon them in the dark. A traveler. Not some Emerald Knight in full armor. Servant of the throne of Indolién.The traveling stone he'd whipped at them had gone off through the brush and perhaps the goblins, because these were hunters, predators, thought it was him fleeing suddenly off in a new direction.[NC6]  They were waiting for more sounds to confirm his flight when suddenly Walker exploded upon the first one, running that tall and lean goblin through with a simple stab of his old blade. It was done quick which was best[NC7] , and he shook the green creature, covered in black greasy stripes, naked and warty from the waist up, off his blade and made quick his next attack. The weapon he wielded was a blade borne in the wars across the desert waystes to the east[NC8] , and the long years he'd haunted the southern lands seeking rumors of the mission he'd been sent on long[NC9]  ago. It was a simple blade. No magic in it[NC10] . No elven craft or sorcery. Something forged in the cruel furnaces of the north by mighty men who worked at hot forge and heavy hammer beneath the cold shadow of snow-capped mountains on cold mornings and even colder nights.The sharp blade pushed neatly though the spindly Moon River Goblin kitted only in the barest traveling armor and carrying a darkwood bow. The horrid creature wore a gray sash across the bottom half of his twisted face, and though one ear was missing, he'd managed long ago to pierce what was left of the nub with an old misshapen and milky pearl the likes of which were unseen in the north.That one died gasping and kneeling.Moving swiftly forward, Walker hefted the blade and drove it though the creatures back, then pushed it until it came out another goblin hunter's concave sternum[NC11] . He grasped that foul-smelling one[NC12]  quickly with the well-worn leather glove of his other hand and smothered the cry of alert and murder the night hunter was bound to give in the next instant, ignoring the whispers of blood, blood, and goblin blood, pleading in his mind from the thing in the ruck on his back.There were five here in the dark but there was confusion, and the goblin hunters were uncertain for a moment as he moved swiftly among them.He held the goblin close, counting the remaining and seeing they were distracted with the confusion he'd caused them. He waited for the creature to die, its stench rising up into his nostrils and mixing with the night and the sickly sweet decay of the old hollow where once, much wickedness had been done long ago.The rest of the hunters were moving in the next seconds, finding themselves and calling, really whispering to one another, in their vile black speak.“Cuzza suum Guzudi?” they hissed softly to one another. Some cant for counting and coordinating in battle, guessed Walker as the one in his arms began to go limp with loss of life and blood, turning to little more than dead weight.Walker withdrew his blade, not bothering to wipe the fetid blood from it, tossed the rags of the thin twisted corpse into a sunken carved stone, long hidden here, and moved toward his next target, a dangerous thing now among the hunters in the dark.Or at least for the moment.The hunting party whispered their hissing speech to one another from across the distances that separated them in their ambush, clearly angry and growing more panicked by the second as the wild man among them began to hew and cleave at them with the long and deadly blade.It was a bad stroke[NC13]  the goblin Walker chose next. The thing struck light to a ghostly green lantern and turned, illuminating the savage man and blade just feet away and coming for it at the last instant there in the deeps of the ancient hollow.“Heeeyai!” it screamed, frightened, and leapt forward suddenly, slashing at Walker with a small cruel dagger it carried. This night hunter had placed his strung bow about his slender chest in order to work the lantern in the chaos.Though dagger faced the longer blade of the Stranger, no viciousness was spared, and no quarter given. The agile little goblin, maintaining a deft hold on the bobbing lantern spewing a mossy green illumination, attacked swiftly, slashing wildly to force the stranger to give ground downslope. The cuts were wicked and had they found flesh they would have been equally deadly for goblin blades are oft poisoned. Walker's worn grey cloak caught a quick slash before he was able to parry a wicked thrust with his own rapidly deployed dagger. A moment later he brought his old sword around in a quick arc and forced the dagger aloft and away from its defense.With the cruel little sticker out of the way, Walker withdrew his blade and plunged it forward an instant later as the orc began to call an alert of, “Heeyaa--,” once more.There were two left of this small hunting clutch now, and they came toward the lantern of the dying goblin hunter on the ground, thundering through the brush to catch the stranger in the act of sudden attack and murder.In the distances there were others, whistling their alerts to contact.Perhaps their leader, one of the ones Walker had killed already, had wanted the taking of the prize they'd been sent to find this deep in enemy territory on their scout, for himself. And so, he had not sounded the alert. But now there were many others in the hills this long night, other bands of Moon Fen Goblins, and so whoever ran this clutch hadn't given air to his horn to alert the nearby bands of hunters and assassins that the prey was found and run to ground. Perhaps he'd made that decision in the early moments of the battle, when the black arrows had whistled through the night and he'd hoped for an easy kill and a soft plunder, returning to their masters with the thing that was sought.Or keeping it if he found it lovely enough.Perhaps…But now with three clearly dead, and two calling by shrill whistle for more, Walker presumed their leader dead. And for a moment, amid the fight, he sensed his chance to get away. To hit hard, and then fade away like some ghost that never was there.Men are ever a cruel and tricky lot in battle.Then there was a third moving fast through the tangle of the old and unkempt hollow, and this one was surely the leader if only because his armor and bulk were much more than the others in the shadows of the night.The survivors of the hunting party he'd fallen upon attacked as one as the other two hunters joined the leader against Walker. The leader swept a blade out savagely, raised a ram's horn and blew, alerting one and all in the host of goblins out that wilding night that the quarry had been run to ground finally.One blast would let the others know the prey had been found.A second blast would tell their ears where.The swarthy, bandy-legged creature with a bald and scarred scalp and missing fingers, sucked in another lungful of air, preparing the second blast to alert the location of the fight, and then a dagger from the man appeared dead center in his chest.Flung from out of the night, coming from the battle along the hollow floor, his fellow goblin hunters mere whirling shadows in the battle against the night-wraith of the man, the stranger a thing of darkness in the night seeming more so than even them, had flung his dagger to stop the alert and the goblin leader died watching it appear in his chest just above the old armor he wore.It struck with such force that the wind was knocked from the goblin leader and he let go of the horn as he died.Perhaps… thought the leader as darkness took him, unable to gain even the slightest bit of air, perhaps the whispering voice in the bundle was the thing they'd been sent for.And then he was dead, rolling down the slope among the old leaves and waiting spiders, coming to rest against a cracked rune-covered cut stone that offered no comfort in the night.With three dead, two should have been fine to deal with. But the wild man called Walker found himself challenged against the two hunters who'd brought out their curved little blades no bigger than a troll's dagger. Perhaps these two had been the up and comers in the hunting pack. Those who'd one day challenge the pack warlord for supremacy of the tribe, the mates, and the mean horde of stolen gold and captured gems the orcs of Moon Fen regarded as wealth and status, buried out in the high cliffs beneath the waters of the Dead Sea deep in the waystes.Their ancestral homes for reasons not even they knew.Perhaps these were those, Walker's storyteller's mind wove. Because there was a story to everything, and everything was a story. Still, that did not stop his parries or opportunistic thrusts to gain advantage as their steel rang out in the night and the horns of other hunting parties cried out in dark joy. He may have caught one on the arm, given a good slice because there was blood under foot and spraying about as the fight continued. But the battle was too close and too hectic, switching ground and seeking advantage one moment to the next for him to see which shadow he'd wounded.And still the thing whispering in his mind hadn't stopped. And if anything, it had grown to distract. Demanding now to be used for that which it was made for.Chaos. Blood. Death.Walker ignored these whispers, not bothering to pay mind as he fended off the two attackers along the bottom of the ancient hollow. Neverminding he'd lost his dagger to the dead goblin leader blowing the call for help. Or how imminent that help was in coming soon. Mere minutes perhaps…And then, in just a brief instant, the blink of an eye really, the battle suddenly shifted and was done. The first goblin landed his blade deep in Walker's side but pulled it free in the next. The wound was a silent scream that was both hot and cold in the same unending moment of pain.Walker's lore-minded mind knew this was not good. Perhaps a Mohrgul Blade, he thought as the offending goblin danced away, cackling gutturally, and clicking its broken teeth in some arcane and enigmatic meaning.The other foe sensed its moment with the wounded man's back presenting and struck out with an all or nothing blow to land his own blade in the back of their enemy and join the kill.But this was a mistake. And where the brief fight suddenly changed and ended abruptly. Wounded though a man may be, they are a deadly race all the same. Able to divide their mind away from the things of this life and to concentrate on their task and purpose. Pleasure, or pain, the Men of long ago were able to endure[NC14]  the hardships of the Dark Years and Long Crossing through the Frozen Nethers by putting their minds, and needs, elsewhere despite the harsh circumstances.Perhaps the elves of Indolién had lost that trick, trading it in for the fineries of civilization. Eschewing pain over pleasure.But Men had not.Walker's path had been much different than both men and elves. And his life a return in many respects to the old ways much sneered about in the Emerald Courts. So, it was nothing for him to simply ignore the fatal wound[NC15]  and swing wide as he heard the suddenly foolish headlong rush of the other goblin smelling blood and excited for the kill. The old blade of the savage man bit deep into the orc's skull and came away with brain matter and bone. The cut wasn't clean… but it was enough.The other goblin who'd backed off to enjoy his victory and cowardly slice, was surprised to see the deadly arc of the stranger's blade take off the head of his comrade… and then… come for him in the same moment as the Man turned his pivot into a tremendous sure-footed rush across the treacherous deadfall of the old hollow. Giving ground, backpedaling, the lean goblin threw up both its black claws, one still holding its own blade, to fend off the furious attack. But this was to little avail as the blade of the man rammed home and pinned the sly hunter dead against the trunk of an old twisting oak.Run though its tiny black heart, the last thing the cruel goblin hunter heard was the sudden snap of the man's blade against the solidness of the oak as the warrior pushed it through, having a bad angle and revealing some old fault within the forged metal waiting for just such a moment to occur.In the silence that followed, Walker backed away holding the hilt of the broken weapon he'd borne long in his travels.Hearing the laugh of the whispering voice hidden within his worn ruck turn to the full-throated satisfaction of seductress scorned. The voice of the thing in the bundle.Gray wisps of smoke crawled from out its knotted covering.Walker could feel his own blood running down his side and along his leg. Into his boot. But there wasn't any time for this. In the distance he could hear the others, the other night hunters coming for him, calling one to [NC16] another out there in the late night. Coming to do the evil the horn had called them for.Coming for him. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit nickcole.substack.com/subscribe

As a boy in Oxford, England, Henry Shukman found refuge from chronic eczema through poetry and being in nature. But the beauty and clarity he found there was fleeting. A series of visits with a mysterious old family friend helped him to understand that experiencing beauty — and its extraordinary gifts — didn't have to be isolated or chance encounters. It could become a guiding principle of his life. Through listening deeply, she shows him how to practice this.Listen to David Whyte's episode of Meditative Story, "We become the places we love": http://listen.meditativestory.com/DavidWhyte_WWHenry Shukman is a Zen Master in the Sanbo Zen lineage and is the Spiritual Director at Mountain Cloud Zen Center, and co-director of the Rio Grande Mindfulness Institute. He has taught at Google and Harvard Business School, and used to teach poetry at the Institute of American Indian Arts and Oxford Brookes University. He has written several award-winning books of poetry and fiction, including the recent memoir One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart. His new meditation program, Original Love, offers a broad, inclusive path of practice. He has an MA from Cambridge and an MLitt from St Andrews.Each episode of Meditative Story combines the emotional pull of first-person storytelling with immersive music and gentle mindfulness prompts. Read the transcript for this story at: www.meditativestory.comSign up for the Meditative Story newsletter: http://eepurl.com/gyDGgDSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Hello, welcome, and thanks for dropping by the Three Things podcast. It's nice to have you here. The idea of the podcast is to keep me, keep us, in the habit of noticing what we notice. Each week I try to notice, remember and then put down three things from my little life that left a residue of happiness and gratitude. This week: 1. Local news – I didn't know cicadas are in Edmonton. I thank Taproot Edmonton and reporter Brett McKay for breaking this news for me. 2. New old road – I didn't know that piece of 142 Street existed. I thank my friend Dub and Google Maps for the revelation. 3. Notes of appreciation – I didn't know how much I appreciated the backyard tomatoes. And, so, deep thanks to water. The music in the podcast is original. It comes from Edmonton composer and pianist Brendan McGrath. The end bells toll every week thanks to Brother Slavo Cech. I am at glenn.kubish@gmail.com. I love to hear what you're noticing. See you out there.

Follow a brave new team of unfortunate adventurers as they tackle the maddening sickness that spreads from a small hamlet town in this grim dark, gothic campaign. This blockage of the Old Road is becoming tiresome for the town. An unnecessary strain on an already difficult existence. If left unchecked, the townsfolk would surly starve to death. Vvulf the Brigand and his band of men have terrorised this struggling region for long enough. It is time for the party to assert their dominance. Inspiration and music from Darkest Dungeon. Contains some swearing and adult references. Watch Misfit Adventures on YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLQBYxJhMVrgmm5_q-8F5hA Follow the Misfits on Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/DNDmisfitsadventures AND.. Twitter! - https://twitter.com/misfitsdnd/

Welcome to Botched: A D&D Podcast! After a semi successful, mostly homicidal mission for the The Lowstriders crime guild, the group journeys towards the Old Road. What is the Old Road you ask? It is an underground passage to get into the dwarven city! First by boat and then by foot. They meet their guide Clint and begin their journey into the darkness. Strange rumblings begin as they set off. What do these rumbles mean? Are the waters around the guild really that safe? What sort of dangers lurk within the Old Road? Tune in and find out!

Welcome to Botched: A D&D Podcast! Well…not everyone made it out of the Old Road alive. But fret not! There's a bunch of murderous ravenous dwarves trying to kill what's left! Oh…that doesn't really give a lot of comfort. Perhaps the last few guys will come up with some ingenious way to outsmart these monsters. These burnt out buildings are sure to last a long time against the horde of ravenous flesh-eating monsters just outside. How are they going to escape their current situation? Are there any other survivors? What was the cause of this catastrophe? How can they solve or avoid the problem? Tune in and find out!

Welcome to Botched: A D&D Podcast! The group is still traversing the Old Road, trying to get to the Dwarvish city of Kalernor. After splitting the party, half the group is now trying to outrun a giant purple worm…while the other half is twiddling their thumbs waiting to see how that turns out. The play-it-safers and anyone who may have survived the encounter with the worm, make their way to the exit of the Old Road and the entrance of the city. There they are greeted by their oldest and most powerful adversary…a door puzzle. Did everyone survive the encounter with the purple worm? What sort of door puzzle is it? Will the group inevitably take entirely too long to solve the puzzle? Tune in and find out!

Zen Master Henry Shukman — 20 Minutes of Calm, Plus the Strange and Powerful World of Koans | Brought to you by GiveWell.org charity research and effective giving, Laird Superfood clean, plant-based creamers, and LinkedIn Jobs recruitment platform with 770M+ users. More on all three below.Henry Shukman (@mountaincloudzencenter) teaches mindfulness and awakening practices to a wide range of students from all traditions and walks of life. Henry is an appointed teacher in the Sanbo Zen lineage and is the Guiding Teacher of Mountain Cloud Zen Center. He has an MA from Cambridge and an MLitt from St Andrews and has written several award-winning books of poetry and fiction.Henry's essays have been published in The New York Times, Outside, and Tricycle, and his poems have been published in The New Republic, The Guardian, The Sunday Times (UK), and London Review of Books. He has taught meditation at Google, Harvard Business School, UBS, Esalen Institute, Colorado College, United World College, and many other venues. He has written of his own journey in his memoir One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart, a Zen Memoir.Henry has also recently created a new meditation program, Original Love, which aims to provide a broad, inclusive path of growth through meditation.Please enjoy!*This episode is brought to you by Laird Superfood. Founded by big-wave surfer Laird Hamilton and volleyball champion Gabby Reece, Laird Superfood promises to deliver high-impact fuel to help you get through your busiest days. Laird Superfood offers a line of plant-based products designed to optimize your daily rituals from sunrise to sunset.My two favorite products are their Turmeric Superfood Creamer and Unsweetened Superfood Creamer. I put one of them in practically everything. Both can really optimize your daily coffee or tea ritual, and a $10 bag will last you a long time. For a limited time, Laird Superfood is offering you guys 20% off your order when you use code TIM20 at checkout. Check out LairdSuperfood.com/Tim to see my favorite products and learn more.*This episode is also brought to you by GiveWell.org! For over ten years, GiveWell.org has helped donors find the charities and projects that save and improve lives most per dollar. GiveWell spends over 20,000 hours each year researching charitable organizations and only recommends a few of the highest-impact, evidence-backed charities they've found. In total, more than 50,000 people have used GiveWell to donate as effectively as possible.This year, support the charities that save and improve lives most, with GiveWell. Any of my listeners who become new GiveWell donors will have their first donation matched up to $250 when you go to GiveWell.org and select “PODCAST” and “Tim Ferriss” at checkout.*This episode is also brought to you by LinkedIn Jobs. Whether you are looking to hire now for a critical role or thinking about needs that you may have in the future, LinkedIn Jobs can help. LinkedIn screens candidates for the hard and soft skills you're looking for and puts your job in front of candidates looking for job opportunities that match what you have to offer.Using LinkedIn's active community of more than 770 million professionals worldwide, LinkedIn Jobs can help you find and hire the right person faster. When your business is ready to make that next hire, find the right person with LinkedIn Jobs. And now, you can post a job for free. Just visit LinkedIn.com/Tim.*For show notes and past guests, please visit tim.blog/podcast.Sign up for Tim's email newsletter (“5-Bullet Friday”) at tim.blog/friday.For transcripts of episodes, go to tim.blog/transcripts.Discover Tim's books: tim.blog/books.Follow Tim:Twitter: twitter.com/tferriss Instagram: instagram.com/timferrissFacebook: facebook.com/timferriss YouTube: youtube.com/timferrissPast guests on The Tim Ferriss Show include Jerry Seinfeld, Hugh Jackman, Dr. Jane Goodall, LeBron James, Kevin Hart, Doris Kearns Goodwin, Jamie Foxx, Matthew McConaughey, Esther Perel, Elizabeth Gilbert, Terry Crews, Sia, Yuval Noah Harari, Malcolm Gladwell, Madeleine Albright, Cheryl Strayed, Jim Collins, Mary Karr, Maria Popova, Sam Harris, Michael Phelps, Bob Iger, Edward Norton, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Neil Strauss, Ken Burns, Maria Sharapova, Marc Andreessen, Neil Gaiman, Neil de Grasse Tyson, Jocko Willink, Daniel Ek, Kelly Slater, Dr. Peter Attia, Seth Godin, Howard Marks, Dr. Brené Brown, Eric Schmidt, Michael Lewis, Joe Gebbia, Michael Pollan, Dr. Jordan Peterson, Vince Vaughn, Brian Koppelman, Ramit Sethi, Dax Shepard, Tony Robbins, Jim Dethmer, Dan Harris, Ray Dalio, Naval Ravikant, Vitalik Buterin, Elizabeth Lesser, Amanda Palmer, Katie Haun, Sir Richard Branson, Chuck Palahniuk, Arianna Huffington, Reid Hoffman, Bill Burr, Whitney Cummings, Rick Rubin, Dr. Vivek Murthy, Darren Aronofsky, and many more.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Henry Shukman (@mountaincloudzencenter) is an appointed teacher in the Sanbo Zen lineage and is the Guiding Teacher of Mountain Cloud Zen Center. He has an MA from Cambridge and an MLitt from St Andrews and has written several award-winning books of poetry and fiction. His essays have been published in The New York Times, Outside, and Tricycle, and his poems have been published in The New Republic, The Guardian, The Sunday Times (UK), and London Review of Books. He has taught meditation at Google, Harvard Business School, UBS, Esalen Institute, Colorado College, United World College, and many other venues. He has written of his own journey in his memoir One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart, a Zen Memoir. Connect with Henry Shukman: https://www.mountaincloud.org/ https://www.instagram.com/mountaincloudzencenter/ http://originallove.org/ https://www.amazon.com/One-Blade-Grass-Finding-Memoir/dp/1640092625/?tag=offsitoftimfe-20 Podcast Info: https://www.nickholderbaum.com/ Nick Holderbaum's Weekly Newsletter: Sunday Goods Twitter: @primalosophy Instagram: @primalosophy YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBn7jiHxx2jzXydzDqrJT2A The Unfucked Firefighter Challenge

Follow a brave new team of unfortunate adventurers as they tackle the maddening sickness that spreads from a small hamlet town in this grim dark, gothic campaign. The Manor awaits. Re-joined by Jon Smith Fire. Kenneth and Fred follow what remains of the Old Road through the claustrophobic entanglement of rotting forest. In this abnormal realm, they shall find hope with an unusual, and powerful ally. Inspiration and music from DM Dan's favourite game, 'Darkest Dungeon'. Contains some swearing and adult references. Watch Misfit Adventures on YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLQBYxJhMVrgmm5_q-8F5hA Follow the Misfits on Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/DNDmisfitsadventures AND.. Twitter! - https://twitter.com/misfitsdnd/

Henry Shukman — Zen, Tools for Awakening, Ayahuasca vs. Meditation, Intro to Koans, and Using Wounds as the Doorway | Brought to you by Allform premium, modular furniture; Pique Tea premium tea crystals (pu'er, etc.); and You Need A Budget cult favorite budgeting app. More on all three below.Henry Shukman (@mountaincloudzencenter) teaches mindfulness and awakening practices to a wide range of students from all traditions and walks of life. Henry is an appointed teacher in the Sanbo Zen lineage and is the Guiding Teacher of Mountain Cloud Zen Center. He has an MA from Cambridge and an MLitt from St Andrews and has written several award-winning books of poetry and fiction.Henry's essays have been published in The New York Times, Outside, and Tricycle, and his poems have been published in The New Republic, The Guardian, The Sunday Times (UK), and London Review of Books. He has taught meditation at Google, Harvard Business School, UBS, Esalen Institute, Colorado College, United World College, and many other venues. He has written of his own journey in his memoir One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart, a Zen Memoir.Henry has also recently created a new meditation program, Original Love, which aims to provide a broad, inclusive path of growth through meditation.Please enjoy!This episode is brought to you by Allform! If you've been listening to the podcast for a while, you've probably heard me talk about Helix Sleep mattresses, which I've been using since 2017. They just launched a new company called Allform, and they're making premium, customizable sofas and chairs shipped right to your door—at a fraction of the cost of traditional stores. 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The Ag Engineering podcast is a conversation with small scale fruit and vegetable farmers to discuss tools, tips or techniques to improve the sustainability of your farm. In this episode, we visit with Gabby & Henry of Old Road Farm (oldroadfarmvt.com) to talk about how they got started and where they want to go with their market farm.Visit the show notes for photos, videos or relevant links at http://agengpodcast.comFollow Old Road Farm Website: Oldroadfarmvt.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/oldroadfarmvtInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/oldroadfarm/Support the show (https://securelb.imodules.com/s/1690/19/interior.aspx?sid=1690&gid=2&pgid=828&cid=1883&dids=157)

this week the boys wax nostalgic about life on the road, old Looney Tunes cartoons, and Trae fears his kids may not enjoy the movies that he loves!   Wellredcomedy.com to come see us on the road!

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My guest is Sade Sellers. We discuss her love of the horror genre. The title is a reference to the song “Step by Step” by Whitney Houston

Henry Shukman, the guiding teacher of Mountain Cloud Zen Center, joins Rick and Forrest to explore self-transcendent experiences, relaxing self-identification, and the warm heart at the core of Zen practice.About our Guest: Henry Shukman is a writer, poet, and Zen Master of the Sanbo Zen lineage. He’s published nine books to date which have won numerous awards, and writes regularly for Tricycle, The New York Times and other publications. His most recent book is One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart, a Zen Memoir. Life After COVID Summit: Join Dr. Rick Hanson, Forrest Hanson, and a roster of world-class experts during this FREE three-day online event to explore our life after COVID. Click here to learn more about the Summit and register now.Key Topics:1:50: How Henry came to meditative practice.3:30: Henry’s self-transcendent experience.7:20: How Zen practice has changed Henry’s experience of himself.10:35: Gradual cultivation, sudden awakening. 14:30: The role of transcendent experiences. 18:50: The importance of virtue. 21:40: Unethical behavior among contemplative teachers. 22:40: The risks of “seeking” self-transcendent experiences.27:00: A framework that supports awakening.31:00: Where it’s valuable to rest our awareness. 35:30: Practicing when there’s suffering associated with the container of the body.41:10: Non-separateness, and relaxing identification with self. 47:15: Fear around not-self. 48:10: “The apple falls away from the tree.”51:15: RecapForrest has a new YouTube channel! Subscribe to the channel, and watch his newest video over there. Sponsors:Join over a million people using BetterHelp, the world’s largest online counseling platform. Visit betterhelp.com/beingwell for 10% off your first month! Want to sleep better? Try the legendary Calm app! Visit calm.com/beingwell for 40% off a premium subscription.Connect with the show:Follow Forrest on YouTubeFollow us on InstagramFollow Rick on FacebookFollow Forrest on FacebookSubscribe on iTunes

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Holly "Holmes" Holm and Carlos "Conduit" Condit both went out there and reminded us who the fuck they were on Saturday. But what now for our two old pals? Plus, the Jon Jones-Israel Adesanya beef gets capital "W" Weird and--oh, look!--another fairly low profile UFC event this weekend.

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Why it took 30 years for Liverpool to win the League title Liverpool Football Club is a professional football club in Liverpool, England, that competes in the Premier League, the top tier of English football. Domestically, the club has won nineteen League titles, seven FA Cups, a record eight League Cups and fifteen FA Community Shields.

Henry Shukman (Ryu’un-ken) is an Associate Zen Master of the Sanbo Zen lineage, based in Kamakura, Japan, and he teaches at the Mountain Cloud Zen Center in Santa Fe, NM. He has trained primarily with Joan Rieck Roshi, Zen teacher John Gaynor, Ruben Habito Roshi, and now continues his training under the guidance of Yamada Ryoun Roshi, current abbot of Sanbo Zen. Henry is dedicated to what he sees as core Zen training — clarifying our essential nature to our own satisfaction, and thereby finding true peace of mind, and then living that essential nature in every moment of daily life, in freedom, love, and deep responsiveness.Henry is a writer and poet of British-Jewish origin, who has published eight books to date, of fiction, poetry, and nonfiction. He writes regularly for Tricycle, The New York Times, and other publications, and his most recent book is One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart, a Zen Memoir.LINKS FROM THIS EPISODE One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart, a Zen Memoir by Henry Shukman More Books by Henry Shukman Mountain Cloud Zen Center Waking Up with Sam Harris App Transcendental Meditation San Francisco Zen Center Atopic Dermatitis (Eczema) Symptoms and Causes | Mayo Clinic The Beatles and the Transcendental Meditation: In Their Own Words | Transcendental Meditation Deepak Chopra | Twitter University of Oxford Why Now is Bliss | The Age David Wants To Fly | Prime Video 5 Types of Meditation Decoded | Chopra.com Vatican Inc.: 5 Facts About the Business of the Catholic Church | CNN Money History of Zen Buddhism | International Zen Association Japanese Zen Buddhist Philosophy | Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy The Difference Between Rinzai and Soto Zen | Sanpai Japan Sanbo Kyodan | Wikipedia Sanbo-Zen What Is a Koan? | New World Encyclopedia What an Ayahuasca Retreat Showed Me about My Life | Vox David Eagleman: Can We Create New Senses for Humans? | TED Talk Thich Nhat Hanh: The Fullness of Emptiness | Lion's Roar The Buddhist Concept of Emptiness (Sunyata) | Buddhist Sympathizer Buddha: How to Tame Your Monkey Mind | HuffPost What Is a Flow State and What Are Its Benefits? | Headspace Nihilism | Internet Encyclopedia of Philosophy How to Meditate: The Buddhist Guide | Lion's Roar Intro to Meditation Talk 1 with Henry Shukman: Fundamentals of Why We Sit | Mountain Cloud Zen Center After the Ecstasy, the Laundry: How the Heart Grows Wise on the Spiritual Path by Jack Kornfield Coronavirus Disease 2019 (COVID-19) | CDC How Two Weeks of Protests Have Changed America | Vox The Coronavirus Pandemic's Impact On Pollution And Climate Change | NBC News Racial Trauma Is a Public Health Emergency | Psychology Today My Grandmother's Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies by Resmaa Menakem Comparing Democratic Distress in the United States and Europe | Carnegie Endowment for International Peace The Bodhisattva Ideal | Dharmanet Fact-Checking the Portland Protests: How Violent Are They? | The New York Times How to Practice Zen Koans | Lion's Roar 61 Zen Koans with Commentary by Clark Strand | Tricycle Four Myths About Zen Buddhism's "Mu Koan" | OUPblog The Gateless Gate | Wikisource Zen: The Authentic Gate by Yamada KounSHOW NOTES How we each began the journey toward practicing meditation. [01:30] Henry suffered from extreme eczema for decades. Here's how meditation was instrumental in relieving his condition. [04:38] The pros and cons of Transcendental Meditation (TM) as we understood them, and why we each chose to move on. [09:09] An awakening epiphany Henry experienced around the time he wrote his first book -- before he discovered meditation. [11:00] One problem with epiphanies: they don't come with a user's manual. [17:53] Further musings (and concerns) about TM. [22:22] Henry shares an overview of Zen and how he became involved with it. [25:49] What is a koan? [28:41] Zen vs. psychedelics. [29:48] Can enlightenment be explained by existing language, or does it need to be experienced? [34:25] The "emptiness" of Buddhism, the relief of lightening psychic burdens, and some thoughts on the way our senses process reality. [36:09] Zen is not always about enlightenment, but applying the practice to the practical aspects of our lives. [43:10] What does Henry's Zen practice look like, and how does someone get involved? [45:21] What are the benefits of having a guide when you're learning to meditate? Does Henry consider it necessary for everybody? [47:42] A koan awakening. [52:23] The importance of recognizing life's transformational passages as we encounter them, as well as the beauty of valuing the ordinary. [54:50] How does Henry go from appreciating life's mundane moments to coping with 2020's more sensational aspects like politics and COVID-19? [58:50] Feeling powerless to engage in the political process? Take a lesson from the bodhisattvas and help work toward good without getting wrapped up in potential outcomes. [1:06:04] A deeper dive into koans and how we can work with them. [1:08:13] A computer science guy's approach to understanding koans. [1:12:52] Henry takes us through a few particularly famous koans. [1:16:07] Are koans ever meant to shock a student into enlightenment? [1:20:59] What can we expect from Henry's latest book, One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart, a Zen Memoir? [1:24:48] Parting thoughts and ways to get in touch with Henry. [1:27:07]  PEOPLE MENTIONED Sam Harris Deepak Chopra Maharishi Mahesh Yogi Eckhart Tolle Yamada Koun John Gaynor Darya Rose Resmaa Menakem Zhaozhou Congshen

Frankie Trumbauer and His Orchestra - "Trumbology" Strayhorn Trio - "In a Blue Summer Garden" The Old Codger Show Proud Sponsor - "Kellogg's Pep" Teddy Wilson - "Breaking In a Pair of Shoes" Lil Johnson - "Was I?" Josephine Baker - "Vous faites partie de moi (I've Got You Under My Skin)" Cole Porter - "Me and Marie" George Hannah with Meade "Lux" Lewis (piano) - "The Boy in the Boat" Dizzy Gillespie - "Dizzy Atmosphere" Don Redman Orchestra - "Shakin' That Afri-Can" The Boswell Sisters - "I'm in Training for You" Owl Jolson - "Starring In I Love to Singa" Lil Johnson & Black Bob - "Get 'Em from the Peanut Man (Hot Nuts)" The Brox Sisters - "Bring on the Pepper" Jimmie Rodgers - "Down the Old Road to Home" https://www.wfmu.org/playlists/shows/94671

Tonight, we’ll read a chapter titled “An Old Road.” from A Rambler’s Lease by Bradford Torrey, published in 1892. Torrey was an American ornithologist. He also edited a book of Thoreau’s journal writings. He wrote a preface to A Rambler’s Lease paraphrased as follows: “The writer of this little book has found so much pleasure in other men's woods and fields that he has come to look upon himself as in some sort the owner of them. Their lawful possessors will not begrudge him this feeling, he believes, nor take it amiss if he assumes, even in this public way, to hold a rambler's lease of their property. His private opinion is that the world belongs to those who enjoy it.”read by -- 'V'Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/snoozecast)

Henry Shukman is a poet, writer, and Associate Zen Master who lives in New Mexico where he teaches at Mountain Cloud Zen Center. He has published eight books to date of fiction, poetry, and non-fiction. He writes regularly for Tricycle, The New York Times, and other publications. In this episode, Eric and Henry discuss his beautifully written book, One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart, a Zen Memoir.You can find all of the most up to date crisis help & support resources that Eric is making available through The One You Feed by going to www.oneyoufeed.net/helpThe wisdom and practice of self-compassion is a foundational principle that Eric teaches and helps his private clients learn to apply through the 1-on-1 Spiritual Habits Program. To learn more about this program, click here.Need help with completing your goals in 2020? The One You Feed Transformation Program can help you accomplish your goals this year.But wait – there’s more! The episode is not quite over!! We continue the conversation and you can access this exclusive content right in your podcast player feed. Head over to our Patreon page and pledge to donate just $10 a month. It’s that simple and we’ll give you good stuff as a thank you!In This Interview, Henry Shukman and I discuss Paths of Spiritual Awakening and…His book, One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart, a Zen MemoirHow to work with the 3 poisons that we all have: Greed, Ill Will, DelusionOpening up to pain (rather than turning away from it) so that we can healHis experience with dysthymia The awakening experiences he has had in his lifeLearning how to be with his pain and wounds in order to healA major myth of meditationHow he knew he was ready to work with a spiritual teacherHis realization that awakening experiences are doorways and we must then step onto the paths they open up to in order to continue our spiritual growthThe value of community in spiritual growthThe trouble with thinking you have to do things aloneDiscovering for ourselves the deep experience of the ordinary moments of our livesThe wisdom of cherishing the normal and finding beauty in ordinary thingsPoetry as the practice of paying very close attention to thingsThe different levels of loveHenry Shukman Links:Mountaincloudzencenter.comFacebookSeed: Scientifically validated, next-generation probiotics. Their mission: to bring much-needed precision, efficacy, and education to the global probiotics market. Go to www.seed.com/wolf or use promo code WOLF for 15% off your first month of The Daily Symbiotic.Clean Cult: Makes effective cleaners with non-toxic ingredients you recognize and packaging that’s landfill-free. To get 25% off your first customized starter kit go to www.cleancult.com/wolf (this offer is good through May 30th, 2020)Best Fiends: Engage your brain and play a game of puzzles with Best Fiends. Download for free on the Apple App Store or Google Play. If you enjoyed this conversation with Henry Shukman on Paths to Spiritual Awakening you might also enjoy these other episodes:Loch KellyRyan OelkeNorman Fischer

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Beloved Zen Buddhist teacher and author Henry Shukman shares more about his book, One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart. Topics range from how Zen Buddhism can help us navigate these chaotic times to the importance of becoming ordinary. As always when Henry Shukman is the guest, you'll think a bit deeper, and perhaps expand your point of view ... just a wee bit.

Henry Shukman, director of the Mountain Cloud Zen Center, talks about his new memoir, "One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart."

Our guest is Jan Spence, is a poet, a blogger, avid traveler and devoted yogi. She was a Founding Member of the Denton Poets Assembly, establishing it as a Charter Chapter of the Poetry Society of Texas and held various offices in the Denton organization prior to moving to Georgetown. Her chapbook, Navigating the Old Road, was chosen for publication by Finishing Line Press, and her poetry has won numerous awards. Her work has appeared in The Stray Branch, Red River Review, The Senior Voice, as well as other publications including several editions of The Texas Poetry Calendar and PST’s A Book of the Year. Karla K. Morton, 2010 Texas Poet Laureate, characterized Jan’s work as “A true gift of the heart.” Producer Terry Jude Miller. Technical editor J. Darrell Kirkley. Music provided by Ed and Mim Frieter.

This week, Liberty and María Cristina discuss Your House Will Pay, The Never Tilting World, Wild Game, and more great books. This episode was sponsored Book Riot's Blind Date with a Book; ThirdLove; and Penguin Random House Audio and Angel Mage by Garth Nix. Pick up an All the Books! 200th episode commemorative item here. Subscribe to All the Books! using RSS, iTunes, or Spotify and never miss a beat book. Sign up for the weekly New Books! newsletter for even more new book news. Books discussed on the show: Your House Will Pay: A Novel by Steph Cha The Never Tilting World by Rin Chupeco  Wild Game: My Mother, Her Lover, and Me by Adrienne Brodeur The Body: A Guide for Occupants by Bill Bryson The Year We Fell From Space by Amy Sarig King  Marvel Rising: Heroes of the Round Table by Nilah Magruder, Roberto Di Salvo, Georges Duarte, et al Mooncakes by Suzanne Walker and Wendy Xu Divide Me By Zero by Lara Vapnyar What we're reading: Bowlaway by Elizabeth McCracken Becoming Duchess Goldblatt by Anonymous More books out this week: Curious Toys by Elizabeth Hand Things No One Else Can Teach Us by Humble the Poet Honey, I Killed the Cats by Dorota Maslowska, Benjamin Paloff (Translator) The Science of Monsters: The Truth about Zombies, Witches, Werewolves, Vampires, and Other Legendary Creatures by Meg Hafdahl, Kelly Florence The Less People Know About Us: A Mystery of Betrayal, Family Secrets, and Stolen Identity by Axton Betz-Hamilton  A Peculiar Kind of Immigrant's Son by Sergio Troncoso  Tristan Strong Punches a Hole in the Sky by Kwame Mbalia Under the Broken Sky by Mariko Nagai All The Right Circles by John Russell   Rose Coffin by M. P. Kozlowsky The Consequential Frontier: Challenging the Privatization of Space by Peter Ward Open Season: Legalized Genocide of Colored People by Ben Crump Kicksology: The Hype, Science, Culture & Cool of Running Shoes by Brian Metzler GI Confidential (A Sergeants Sueno and Bascom Novel) by Martin Limon  Girls Who Run the World: 31 CEOs Who Mean Business by Diana Kapp and Bijou Karman Christmas Shopaholic: A Novel by Sophie Kinsella Artificial Intelligence: A Guide for Thinking Humans by Melanie Mitchell  Let It Snow: A Novel by Nancy Thayer  The Man Who Saw Everything by Deborah Levy  One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart, a Zen Memoir by Henry Shukman The Rosewater Redemption (The Wormwood Trilogy Book 3) by Tade Thompson Elizabeth Webster and the Court of Uncommon Pleas by William Lashner The First Cell: And the Human Costs of Pursuing Cancer to the Last by Azra Raza That Was Awkward: The Art and Etiquette of the Awkward Hug by Emily Flake Dad's Maybe Book by Tim O'Brien  Keep Scrolling Till You Feel Something: 21 Years of Humor from McSweeney's Internet Tendency (Mcsweeney's Quarterly Concern) by Chris Monks, Sam Riley Dead Girls by Abigail Tarttelin Self-Portrait in Black and White: Unlearning Race by Thomas Chatterton Williams The Absinthe Earl (The Faery Rehistory Series Book 1) by Sharon Lynn Fisher Salvaged by Madeleine Roux Soon by Lois Murphy Unashamed: Musings of a Fat, Black Muslim by Leah Vernon Fireborne by Rosaria Munda Wild Words: Rituals, Routines, and Rhythms for Braving the Writer's Path by Nicole Gulotta  It Would Be Night in Caracas by Karina Sainz Borgo The Collector of Leftover Souls: Field Notes on Brazil's Everyday Insurrections by Eliane Brum and Diane Grosklaus Whitty Jackpot by Nic Stone Girl: A Novel by Edna O'Brien  Escaping Exodus: A Novel by Nicky Drayden Call Down the Thunder: A Crime Novel by Dietrich Kalteis Good Things Out of Nazareth: The Uncollected Letters of Flannery O'Connor and Friends by Flannery O'Connor and Ben Alexander The Dollmaker by Nina Allan How Fires End by Marco Rafalà A Year Without a Name: A Memoir by Cyrus Grace Dunham Homesick: Stories by Nino Cipri Ivory Apples by Lisa Goldstein  Home Work: A Memoir of My Hollywood Years by Julie Andrews and Emma Walton Hamilton Tarnished Are the Stars by Rosiee Thor  Life Undercover: Coming of Age in the CIA by Amaryllis Fox Why, Why, Why? by Quim Monzó, Peter Bush (translator) Me: Elton John Official Autobiography by Elton John  Olive, Again by Elizabeth Strout The Dragon Warrior by Katie Zhao War Girls by Tochi Onyebuchi Like Wings, Your Hands by Elizabeth Earley Escape from Rome: The Failure of Empire and the Road to Prosperity (The Princeton Economic History of the Western World) by Walter Scheidel  Ormeshadow by Priya Sharma Our Wayward Fate by Gloria Chao  Dear Girls: Intimate Tales, Untold Secrets, and Advice for Living Your Best Life by Ali Wong A Book of Bones: A Thriller (Charlie Parker) by John Connolly  The Art of Theft (The Lady Sherlock Series) by Sherry Thomas  Suicide Woods: Stories by Benjamin Percy Fishnet by Kirstin Innes The Infinite Game By Simon Sinek The Throne of the Five Winds (Hostage of Empire) by S. C. Emmett Good Husbandry: A Memoir by Kristin Kimball  Medallion Status: True Stories from Secret Rooms by John Hodgman The Guardians: A Novel by John Grisham  Sulwe by Lupita Nyong'o and Vashti Harrison Celestial Bodies by Jokha Alharthi  A Bright Clean Mind: Veganism for Creative Transformation by Camille DeAngelis No Stopping Us Now: The Adventures of Older Women in American History by Gail Collins Running with Sherman: The Donkey with the Heart of a Hero by Christopher McDougall  Good Things Happen to People You Hate: Essays by Rebecca Fishbein A Pilgrimage to Eternity: From Canterbury to Rome in Search of a Faith by Timothy Egan    If Only I Could Tell You by Hannah Beckerman Crucible: The Long End of the Great War and the Birth of a New World, 1917-1924 by Charles Emmerson America Is Immigrants by Sara Novic and Alison Kolesar Our Wayward Fate by Gloria Chao   The Escape of Light by Fred Venturini

Hello and welcome to episode 104! **The Corpse Crew** Grand Nagus  - @grandnagus1 Juuno - @Juunoswow   **Very Special Guests**   **Sharm** @Sharmiex Sharm ~ Toast To Warcraft Sharm - I'm A Warlock [WoW Parody]   **Blizzard Entertainment** BlizzardCS WoW® Classic with Creators Episode 2: Aaron Keller WoW® Classic with Creators Episode 3: Jeff Kaplan   **Hirumaredx** @Hirumared Top 10 Best Classic WoW Add-Ons to Have While Leveling Up (World of Warcraft) 20 Miscellaneous Classic WoW Add-ons   **Nobbel87** @Nobbel87 The Story of The Eastern Plaguelands (Classic to Present) [Lore]   **HazelNuttyGames** @HazelNuttyGames WoW Classic Gold Tips - 9 Things To Help You Save For Your Mount   **MadSeasonShow** @madseason_ 10 Handy Tips & Tricks for Classic WoW   **Soulsobreezy* @Soulsobreezy Will Blizzard EVER Learn? How WoW Can Be More Like Classic   **Silver Letomi** @SilverLeto Warcraft Today [WoW Parody] (ft WoWAriel)   Last but not least i would like to thank Patty Mattson, the voice of our beloved Dark Lady for our intros and outro. You can find her on Twitter @PattyMattson and on her webpage pattymattson.com check out her awesome work. We love you, Patty!! We hope you enjoy this episode!  Thank you so much for the iTunes and Stitcher reviews!  You can tweet and follow the show @CorpseRunRadio, and you can email the us at CorpseRunRadioMail@gmail.com You can also find us on Facebook at Corpse Run Radio And we have a Discord server set up to come and share your passion for the Forsaken and the Dark Lady specifically. You can find us Twitch streaming here. Check out amazing artist Frenone!!  Creator of our CRR logo Find more about her at www.frenone.net;  @frenone;  http://Twitch.tv/frenone ; Patreon.com/frenone - we LOVE her!!!!   And as always....may the Dark Lady watch over you!

On this episode of the world famous Sofa King Podcast, we hit you with something a little bit different and share details of our coast to coast meet up in New York City. Our beloved El Yucateco Hotsauce sponsored a New York meetup where the three of us flew out to the Big Apple and spent a few days with listeners. As with other meetups, friendships were made (others were tested...), and fun was had by all. So what do we talk about? How about some of this in your ear holes: We give details on the ultimate $50 Manhattan shave. We talk about Dave's awkward stint break dancing in Times Square. We talk comedy clubs. We remind Brent that his butt puckered while Brad drove us down The Old Road to avoid traffic on the I-5. We discuss the World Trade Center memorial as well as the new tower. We share Dave's vegan adventures through Manhattan. And of course, we talk about the drunks, louts, birthday girls, Long Island Crew, whiskey, studs, and vixens that were all flowing at the meet up at the Whiskey Trader. This isn't a normal episode, but we have a lot of laughs, and it must just inspire you to join us at our next meetup--wherever that may be!

Welcome to Botched: A D&D Podcast! Well…not everyone made it out of the Old Road alive. But fret not! There’s a bunch of murderous ravenous dwarves trying to kill what’s left! Oh…that doesn’t really give a lot of comfort. Perhaps the last few guys will come up with some ingenious way to outsmart these monsters. These burnt out buildings are sure to last a long time against the horde of ravenous flesh-eating monsters just outside. How are they going to escape their current situation? Are there any other survivors? What was the cause of this catastrophe? How can they solve or avoid the problem? Tune in and find out! Join in on the banter as these dickheads whose understanding of the rules is questionable, and their moral compasses are even more so, stumble through dungeons, traps, monsters, and social intricacies as they attempt to complete a quest for wholly selfish reasons. If you are a veteran dragon slayer from the long long ago of the 1970’s or a newbie who is interested in hearing what this devil worshipping game is all about, Botched: A D&D Podcast is the DnD Podcast for you. As mentioned, we are playing 5th edition rules, so if you’ve never played this version of the game before, listening to us will give you an idea of how it may be different from previous versions of the game. 5th edition is a great rule set to start playing the game with. Find out if there’s a local game near where you live at comic book or game stores. Hell, buy some books, buy some dice, get some food and drinks and invite your friends over to play with you for completely different experience! A special shout out and thank you to all of our supporters over on Patreon. You help us continue to churn out “quality” episodes. With your continued support we can upgrade our dining room, I mean studio, with better quality microphones, sound proofing and merchandise. Help us achieve our goals and reap the benefits as we will begin producing novellas of the seasons, behind the scenes features and live shows! Check out our store over at Botched Podcast where you can find tshirts, stickers, prints and more! Thank you to those who have taken the time to give us a 5 star review over on Itunes! It helps the show grow, and we greatly appreciate it! A big big thank you to the following: Zlw365 Elliebells 1543 Nigel Molassesfinger Castle McFall Joshua Archiquette Pokemon In D&D Fearravine Kory Sarracini Chuggzernaut pmbear SiroVai123 Aatamos UltDave BlackGary BigJim Badbreatth Skuuf Noverton Riku210 Ninjagod99 HiyaitsSandi Admaletz Acinda FlipFlapAgronomacus Selfcleaningmutant Falcon Phire Captain Hygiene Johndonmoyer Littlefam90 Iluvpasta47 Walter Rice Fishdick69 Stargatesnatch Icantpay Chanticlear22 Nubian Guido Kitkat the Katkat NightmareLovely Wonderlandreject Kitchenaidfleshlight Missourimule Raegun11:11 Gjkkgffg C-rad Tummytickler Cruddyredneck1 Chuck Billy TommyJonzThe1 KnightroExpress Takenffsdammit Ashypink99 Thank you not only to our supporters on Patreon, but also to all of those who are listeners. We are forever in your debt as we continue to find out how amazing this community of gamers is. May the rolls forever be in your favor! Support the show over at Patreon like these fine folks! Chris W Black Xanthes Nolan O Gary G Kory S Daniel H --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/botchedpodcast/support

Welcome to Botched: A D&D Podcast! The group is still traversing the Old Road, trying to get to the Dwarvish city of Kalernor. After splitting the party, half the group is now trying to outrun a giant purple worm…while the other half is twiddling their thumbs waiting to see how that turns out. The play-it-safers and anyone who may have survived the encounter with the worm, make their way to the exit of the Old Road and the entrance of the city. There they are greeted by their oldest and most powerful adversary…a door puzzle. Did everyone survive the encounter with the purple worm? What sort of door puzzle is it? Will the group inevitably take entirely too long to solve the puzzle? Tune in and find out! Join in on the banter as these dickheads whose understanding of the rules is questionable, and their moral compasses are even more so, stumble through dungeons, traps, monsters, and social intricacies as they attempt to complete a quest for wholly selfish reasons. If you are a veteran dragon slayer from the long long ago of the 1970’s or a newbie who is interested in hearing what this devil worshipping game is all about, Botched: A D&D Podcast is the DnD Podcast for you. As mentioned, we are playing 5th edition rules, so if you’ve never played this version of the game before, listening to us will give you an idea of how it may be different from previous versions of the game. 5th edition is a great rule set to start playing the game with. Find out if there’s a local game near where you live at comic book or game stores. Hell, buy some books, buy some dice, get some food and drinks and invite your friends over to play with you for completely different experience! A special shout out and thank you to all of our supporters over on Patreon. You help us continue to churn out “quality” episodes. With your continued support we can upgrade our dining room, I mean studio, with better quality microphones, sound proofing and merchandise. Help us achieve our goals and reap the benefits as we will begin producing novellas of the seasons, behind the scenes features and live shows! Check out our store over at Botched Podcast where you can find tshirts, stickers, prints and more! Thank you to those who have taken the time to give us a 5 star review over on Itunes! It helps the show grow, and we greatly appreciate it! A big big thank you to the following: Zlw365 Elliebells 1543 Nigel Molassesfinger Castle McFall Joshua Archiquette Pokemon In D&D Fearravine Kory Sarracini Chuggzernaut pmbear SiroVai123 Aatamos UltDave BlackGary BigJim Badbreatth Skuuf Noverton Riku210 Ninjagod99 HiyaitsSandi Admaletz Acinda FlipFlapAgronomacus Selfcleaningmutant Falcon Phire Captain Hygiene Johndonmoyer Littlefam90 Iluvpasta47 Walter Rice Fishdick69 Stargatesnatch Icantpay Chanticlear22 Nubian Guido Kitkat the Katkat NightmareLovely Wonderlandreject Kitchenaidfleshlight Missourimule Raegun11:11 Gjkkgffg C-rad Tummytickler Cruddyredneck1 Chuck Billy TommyJonzThe1 KnightroExpress Takenffsdammit Ashypink99 Thank you not only to our supporters on Patreon, but also to all of those who are listeners. We are forever in your debt as we continue to find out how amazing this community of gamers is. May the rolls forever be in your favor! Support the show over at Patreon like these fine folks! Chris W --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/botchedpodcast/support

Welcome to Botched: A D&D Podcast! After a semi successful, mostly homicidal mission for the The Lowstriders crime guild, the group journeys towards the Old Road. What is the Old Road you ask? It is an underground passage to get into the dwarven city! First by boat and then by foot. They meet their guide Clint and begin their journey into the darkness. Strange rumblings begin as they set off. What do these rumbles mean? Are the waters around the guild really that safe? What sort of dangers lurk within the Old Road? Tune in and find out! Join in on the banter as these dickheads whose understanding of the rules is questionable, and their moral compasses are even more so, stumble through dungeons, traps, monsters, and social intricacies as they attempt to complete a quest for wholly selfish reasons. If you are a veteran dragon slayer from the long long ago of the 1970’s or a newbie who is interested in hearing what this devil worshipping game is all about, Botched: A D&D Podcast is the DnD Podcast for you. As mentioned, we are playing 5th edition rules, so if you’ve never played this version of the game before, listening to us will give you an idea of how it may be different from previous versions of the game. 5th edition is a great rule set to start playing the game with. Find out if there’s a local game near where you live at comic book or game stores. Hell, buy some books, buy some dice, get some food and drinks and invite your friends over to play with you for completely different experience! A special shout out and thank you to all of our supporters over on Patreon. You help us continue to churn out “quality” episodes. With your continued support we can upgrade our dining room, I mean studio, with better quality microphones, sound proofing and merchandise. Help us achieve our goals and reap the benefits as we will begin producing novellas of the seasons, behind the scenes features and live shows! Check out our store over at Botched Podcast where you can find tshirts, stickers, prints and more! Thank you to those who have taken the time to give us a 5 star review over on Itunes! It helps the show grow, and we greatly appreciate it! A big big thank you to the following: Zlw365 Elliebells 1543 Nigel Molassesfinger Castle McFall Joshua Archiquette Pokemon In D&D Fearravine Kory Sarracini Chuggzernaut pmbear SiroVai123 Aatamos UltDave BlackGary BigJim Badbreatth Skuuf Noverton Riku210 Ninjagod99 HiyaitsSandi Admaletz Acinda FlipFlapAgronomacus Selfcleaningmutant Falcon Phire Captain Hygiene Johndonmoyer Littlefam90 Iluvpasta47 Walter Rice Fishdick69 Stargatesnatch Icantpay Chanticlear22 Nubian Guido Kitkat the Katkat NightmareLovely Wonderlandreject Kitchenaidfleshlight Missourimule Raegun11:11 Gjkkgffg C-rad Tummytickler Cruddyredneck1 Chuck Billy TommyJonzThe1 KnightroExpress Takenffsdammit Thank you not only to our supporters on Patreon, but also to all of those who are listeners. We are forever in your debt as we continue to find out how amazing this community of gamers is. May the rolls forever be in your favor! Support the show over at Patreon like these fine folks! Chris W Black Xanthes Nolan O Gary G Kory S Daniel H Bill H Mike H Phil Cinda G James T Jon S --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/botchedpodcast/support

The OK Connection is back for season 2! In this episode, Josh and Garrett are joined by Andrew Nichols to talk about new concerts announced in Tulsa, a Tom Hanks movie with its own OK Connection and to announce a brand new project! OK Connection: www.facebook.com/okconnection/ twitter.com/okconnection913 Instagram: ok_connection Music featured in the introduction and episode closing is by Red Wood Rising: "The Burden" "Down the Old Road"

Jeremy graces us with his warm baritone, Nick uses the space in his brain to remember a crackpot theory, and Jordana offers her commentary on the mutual seduction of Kvothe's parents. @pageofthewind pageofthewind@gmail.com patreon.com/pageofthewind pageofthewind.dorkshelf.com

            Photo: Snow on the Old Road at John Wesley Ranch by Todd Spencer Music: Make Your Home in Me by Stephen Iverson* (www.audiblefaith.com/authors/Stephen+Iverson) *used with permission  

In this episode, Josh and Garrett share Oklahoma myths and urban legends, look at some of the Halloween events happening this week and tell some of their own ghost stories. OK Connection: www.facebook.com/okconnection/ twitter.com/okconnection913 theokconnection.tumblr.com/ Music featured in the introduction and episode closing is by Red Wood Rising: "The Burden" "Down the Old Road" Other music featured in the episodes is from Kevin MacLeod: Classic Horror 2 Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ Ghost Story Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ Classic Horror 3 Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ Day of Chaos Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

In our panel discussion with Brian Smith we take a light-hearted look at stories including: 1. The NSW Government releases some old road safety films. What do we learn from these about road safety and the values at the time. 2. Mercedes-Benz Concept X-Class 3. Ford wants your new car to pick a song – or tell a joke 4. New Formula one cars

Bienvenidos a country Music la aventura americana hoy en nuestra edición del Domingo como siempre con un poco de todo y desde la aventura americana radio www.aventuraradio.net y nos puedes encontrar en el Facebook en el grupo Los Amigos del Country donde publicamos videos y en Twitter @laaventuraradio GRACIAS A TODOS

Join Hipcheck and Tonga as we recap the LA Kings vs St Louis Blues game and pontificate and wax poetic over the games happenings no matter what the outcome. Will the Kings continue to struggle 5 on 5? Will Mike Richards score yet another Short Handed Goal? Will Terry Murray call a  timeout? Questions will be answered! 9pm PST.

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'The End of Trying' is not a 'typical' Dakota Suite Release. Unlike most Dakota Suite albums (except 1999's Navigators Yard) it is fully instrumental, with Chris Hooson, David Buxton and Colin Dunkley playing piano and David Darling playing cello. The latter fact may indicate the mood of the music on this album: it is extremely delicate, heartbreaking melancholic music. A 'classic' release that immediately struck me when I first heard it in the beginning of this year. The track titles indicate the overall mood of this music: How Could You Let Me Go, Things We Lost Along The Way, All The Love I Had Was Not Enough, A Quietly Gathering Tragedy, and not forgetting "Een Langzaam Lekkende Wond' (A Slow Leaking Wound) which reminds us of the fact that Chris Hooson lived in Holland for quite a few years. This beautiful sad music is clearly not meant to brighten up your day. But it might soothe your sadness with rays of hope shining through empathic, understanding themes and fabulous cello sounds. 'The End of Trying' is one of the most beautiful albums I have heard this year, and it even gains strength with the companion CD that was released shortly after the release of the original: "The Night Keeps Coming In". --- originally published on Ambientblog --- Playlist: 1. Arve Henriksen - The End of Trying (2)2. Dakota Suite - The End of Trying part I (1)3. Dakota Suite - How Could You Let Me Go (1)4. Jacaszek - How Could You Let Me Go (2)5. Loscil - Things We Lost Along the Way (2)6. Dakota Suite - Things We Lost Along the Way (1)7. Elegi - All The Love I Had Was Not Enough(2)8. Dakota Suite - All The Love I Had Was Not Enough(1)9. Dakota Suite - The End of Trying Part III (1)10. Hannu - The End of Trying Part III (2)11. Peter Broderick - This Failing Sea (2)12. Dakota Suite - This Failing Sea (1)13. Dakota Suite - A Quietly Gathering Tragedy (1)14. Hauschka - A Quietly Gathering Tragedy (2)15. Dakota Suite - Very Early One Morning on Old Road (1)16. Deaf Center - Very Early One Morning on Old Road (2)17. Machinefabriek - One day without harming You (2)18. Dakota Suite - One day without harming You (1) (1) - Dakota Suite - The End of Trying2009; Karaoke Kalk CD 49 (2) - Various Artists - The Night Keeps Coming In2009; Navigators Yard NY001