Never Say “Never Again” Unless We Mean It
. . . because to do so would be meaningless. And perhaps it’s meaningless already. I wrote a post with …
. . . because to do so would be meaningless. And perhaps it’s meaningless already. I wrote a post with …
How many times must we do this? Does it ever stop? The earthquakes, floods, and fires. The wars. Ukraine last …
I was struck by the phrase “a desire for a higher lovemaking” when reading Goethe’s poem “The Holy Longing.” It …
If “Beauty is truth, truth, beauty,” as Keats’ poem claims, then what do my paintings of flowers, my attempt to …
Flowers are on my mind, after the super-bloom outing last month, after reading The Language of Flowers for book club, …
Behind all art is an element of desire.Love of life, of existence, love ofanother human being, love ofhuman beings is …
When poet Jorie Graham was three-years-old, she swirled her fingers through her mother’s still-wet oil painting. Her horrified mother picked …
He passed his fingertips over her skin almost without touching her, and experienced for the first time the miracle of …
So Much Happiness by Naomi Shihab Nye For Michael It is difficult to know what to do with so much …
What is it about this painting by Ernie Barnes that so uplifts and inspires? That ripples with joy? That feels …