Announcing The Waking: A Place to Slow Down and Listen Deeply

Announcing The Waking: A Place to Slow Down and Listen Deeply

June 26, 2019

We have exciting news for you! This space, Ruminate Magazine’s blog, has been abuzz with compelling essays, reviews, interviews, poems, and art for the past ten years. Our regular columnists, guest contributors, and readers have all shared in encouraging the contemplative arts, and our readership has grown to 4,000 readers a month.

To further celebrate this online space, we've given it a new name: The Waking.

The Waking takes after Ruminate’s mission to help us slow down, read deeply, and live awake—a call that our writers and artists have answered with craft and care. We are excited for the ways our community of creators and readers will continue to support this space under its new name. To read a sampling of past posts that have helped people to slow down and live more awake, check out the following suggestions:  

Thanks for sharing in our journey here at The Waking. What posts on this blog have helped you come awake? 

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Pssst…A sneak peek of forthcoming posts includes:

  • The second installment of the series honoring the legacy of Rachel Held Evans
  • An essay on encountering humanity through public transportation
  • A reflection on grief and Eucharist in the Christian tradition

 

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