Hands from the past reaching out to us: Ocher red, white, dark, brown, Five-fingered, four-fingered, three-fingered, Hand stencils sprayed on the wall, Ocher mixed with spit, mixed with blood, Blown through hollow bones; Art as a plea for us to remember Ourselves when we did not have faces. Our words now are like hand stencils … Continue reading Hands From the Past
Next time someone asks you How are you? Answer them I Am. They may not understand. They may ask you again -- How are you? You just answer them I Am. Between well and unwell, happy and sad Life simply is, You simply are. You were once a speck of the sun. You were forged … Continue reading You Are (Isn’t That Great?)
We long for good things to happen to us: A torrent of love to sweep us away, Trips in faraway places, Pleasure in its many forms, Money in the bank, Books published to critical acclaim, A healthy life well lived. But what about all the things that don't happen to us? The illnesses that don't … Continue reading The Humble Optimist
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