Please join Synkroniciti in welcoming visual artist and writer Lindsey Morrison Grant from Portland, Oregon. “The Center of the Uterus” is a “digitally manipulated image of the Artist’s uterus, removed …
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in …
I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a …
Sharing secrets is the way in which women tie themselves together, for it reveals complicity and trust. Holding secrets shows trustworthiness and a sort of quiet defiance. It is a …
Quests are a huge inconvenience. Don’t let anyone tell you differently, even if that person has experience. The problem is that people forget the pain and aggravation as soon as …
If we can stay with the tension of opposites long enough —sustain it, be true to it—we can sometimes become vessels within which the divine opposites come together and give …
For the moment, the jazz is playing; there is no melody, only notes, a myriad of tiny jolts. They know no rest, an inflexible order gives birth to them and …
The human soul is like a bird that is born in a cage. Nothing can deprive it of its natural longings, or obliterate the mysterious remembrance of its heritage. –Epes …
Have you ever seen the dawn? Not a dawn groggy with lack of sleep or hectic with mindless obligations and you about to rush off on an early adventure or …
Surely it is an odd way to spend your life – sitting alone in a room with a pen in your hand, hour after hour, day after day, year after …
