Objects have connotations unrelated to their purpose. Art can stretch these personal and universal undercurrents into something that celebrates life. Federico Uribe was born in 1964 in war-torn Colombia. The …
The music was more than music- at least what we are used to hearing. The music was feeling itself. The sound connected instantly with something deep and joyous. Those powerful …
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where …
It’s a bizarre but wonderful feeling, to arrive dead center of a target you didn’t even know you were aiming for. —Lois McMaster Bujold, Cordelia’s Honor Public Domain Image via …
Mollycoddling was the mother’s duty; the father’s lay elsewhere. As a consequence, his four older children feared and respected him, as they had been taught to do, and the love …
When you label so much of what happens to you as ‘bad,’ it reinforces the feeling that you are a powerless pawn at the mercy of outside forces over which …
Family is family, and is not determined by marriage certificates, divorce papers, and adoption documents. Families are made in the heart. The only time family becomes null is when those …
I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble …
Right now I want a word that describes the feeling that you get–a cold sick feeling, deep down inside–when you know something is happening that will change you, and you …
I love hands like I love people. They are the maps and compasses with which we navigate our way through life: feeling our way over mountains passed and valleys crossed, …
