(This is a personal post. It’s about my journey to make sense of a few particular aspects of the world around me. I’ve thought long and hard about what I could say that might be of value to...
A few hours walk through Central Park has forever changed the way I see the world around me. Sounds dramatic, I know. But there is no other way to describe the shift that has taken place between ...
https://emilyjacobi.com/2013/07/11/ways-of-seeing-foraging-for-new-sources-of-nourishment/
On finding hope & inspiration in an era of environmental devastation Global carbon dioxide in atmosphere passes milestone level Climate warming greenhouse gas reaches 400 parts per million for th...
For the next five weeks, I will be in Peru with my colleague Gregor getting Digital Democracy’s new Remote Access program off the ground. My mom called me a few days ago to ask how to contact m...
This weekend I traveled to St. Louis to speak at Clinton Global Initiative University. The last time I was in St. Louis was October 2011, when I flew to St. Louis to attend my friends’ Lara and...
https://emilyjacobi.com/2013/04/08/a-visit-to-honeymoon-farm/
Ten years ago I picked up Haldor Laxness’ book Under the Glacier, a superb (and absurd) piece of literature that explores topics of religion, spirituality, and the clash of modernity with tradi...
Mentor, role model, friend: Story of a Tenessee Chaplain Some days the world looks dark - not because the darkness outweighs the light, but because the task of healing the world is not easy, t...
https://emilyjacobi.com/2012/08/11/mentor-role-model-friend-story-of-a-tenessee-chaplain/
I’ve been writing letters more and more these days, and I think it’s one of the most wonderful ways to share thoughts and ideas. Here are a few excerpts from a letter I sent friends on Sunday...
Happened upon this haunting image of Joy Davidman, taken by one of my heroines, Lotte Jacobi. Davidman was a poet, a communist, an intellectual, an independent woman. Accomplished in her own righ...
https://emilyjacobi.com/2012/01/31/snow-in-madrid-decades-later/
One of my favorite poems since I was quite small. It has been on the tip of my tongue lately. Spring Morning by Alan Alexander (A. A.) Milne Where am I going? I don’t quite know. Down to the st...