“Recovery” Featured Artist Carla Hartsfield
Synkroniciti is excited to welcome back poet, musician and visual artist Carla Hartsfield, Texan by birth and residing in Canada, with “Latticework,” a poem about spiritual healing and recovery. “In …
Quote for Today: Leo Tolstoy
A wound in the soul, coming from the rending of the spiritual body, strange as it may seem, gradually closes like a physical wound. And once a deep wound …
Quote for Today: Elizabeth Gilbert
This is what rituals are for. We do spiritual ceremonies as human beings in order to create a safe resting place for our most complicated feelings of joy or trauma, …
Featured Artist: Tuba Sozudogru
Synkroniciti is delighted to welcome visual artist and spiritual medium Tuba Sozudogru, a native of Turkey who makes Houston her home. Tuba sat down with Katherine McDaniel over Zoom and …
Featured Artist: Halina Goldstein
Welcome poet and spiritual mentor Halina Goldstein! Synkroniciti is blessed to feature My wings long, which interprets the deepest desires and conflicts of being through the guise of a heron. …
Quote for Today: James Baldwin
An artist is a sort of emotional or spiritual historian. His role is to make you realize the doom and glory of knowing who you are and what you are. …
40 days of poetry: Day 12: The Moon and the Yew Tree by Sylvia Plath
In response to the Covid-19 outbreak around the globe, Synkroniciti will be posting a video of a poem every day for forty days. If you would like to participate, please …
Quote for Today: George Stevens
I was fascinated by all of it. The sounds of the theater and the audience, their rapture when a play took over and moved them and held them quietly… When …
Quote for Today: Vladimir Nabokov
The spiral is a spiritualized circle. In the spiral form, the circle, uncoiled, has ceased to be vicious; it has been set free. —Vladimir Nabokov The Ziggurat of Crestone © 2019 …
Quote for Today: Tanya Tagaq
We are our ancestors. The spiritual umbilicus is apparent to all. The dead look upon us with the pure love of a mother’s gaze. But the dead love us even …