Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass is more than poetry — it’s a timeless meditation on the solitary work of becoming oneself. Whitman understood that no one can walk the path of self-discovery for another, just as no teacher or prophet can relieve us of the responsibility to look within. His words remind us that life is a reflection of what we make of it — the love, the teaching, and the giving all return to the giver. At the heart of it all lies the self, waiting to be known.
If you’re looking for a little respite from the “news”, this piece from Maria Popova provides a little softer, more reflective reading.
