Quote for Today: Jenny Lawson
My personal beasties are ugly and ridiculous and they weigh me down and are exhausting to carry around. Sometimes it feels like they are larger than I am. They …
Quote for Today: Margery Williams
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or …
Quote for Today: Louise Erdrich
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have …
Quote for Today: David Augsburger
Being heard is so close to being loved that for the average person, they are almost indistinguishable. ―David Augsburger, The Love Of Letting Be Image: “Who do we appreciate?” © woodleywonderworks with CCLicense
Quote for Today: William Stringfellow
Listening is a rare happening among human beings. You cannot listen to the word another is speaking if you are preoccupied with your appearance or impressing the other, or if …
“Wild” Featured Artist Charlotte Hart
Please join Synkroniciti in welcoming back poet Charlotte Hart. Her collaborations with digital artist Adrián Caldera: “Old Coyote: Ueuecoyoti,” “Dazzled in dystopia” and “Death Appeared,” explore the reality of love …
“Wild” Featured Artist Adrián Caldera
Synkroniciti is pleased to welcome back Adrián Caldera and his collaborator Charlotte Hart with three new digital art and poetry works: “Old Coyote: Ueuecoyoti,” “Dazzled in dystopia” and “Death Appeared.” …
Quote for Today: Nandita Basu
I can’t help it, it’s what I feel. And I can’t change it, nor can I explain it. I was just naïve enough to believe that the people closest …
Quote for Today: Henri Nouwen
Intimacy between people requires closeness as well as distance. It is like dancing. Sometimes we are very close, touching each other or holding each other; sometimes we move away from …
Quote for Today: Barbara Hurd
To love a swamp, however, is to love what is muted and marginal, what exists in the shadows, what shoulders its way out of mud and scurries along the damp …