There is much more at play in this world than we can comprehend and we are all somehow connected.
The sky is almost always mesmerizing, never static.
By the time we were making our way home, none of us could remember why a naked photo shoot was a good idea.
At one point or another, everyone can appreciate Mary Oliver’s ..The Journey..
If “she” exists, that other me who didn’t have a child, she went off on her own in a parallel universe to keep exploring the world.
Theaters, nightclubs, concerts, choirs, art exhibits, vernisagges all gone, shutdown, locked up and closed. Musicians and comics unemployed. Never have the arts and artists experienced such an unforeseen and immediate … Continue reading The Show Must Go On
We flew into Afghan territory at dawn, witnessing a spectacular sunrise over the barren, convoluted terrain. At 8 am we were over Kabul.
These are noble and sacred individuals, whose dignity invites us to look at who we are as beings.
By Marilyn French St. George
Here water, like belonging is ephemeral.
By Amelia Redl
I am stuck at home with my parents and my younger brother and we might as well enjoy this time together.
by Ilse Turnsen
“I perceived, heading toward me, a shimmering projectile, which as it neared, corporealized into a young boy, I judged to be about three years old…”
By Kimberly-Anne Ford
When my grandfather, who had hobbled my grandmother throughout their marriage, passed away, my Grandma became nomadic.