Lungs. A place of life and death and vulnerability... Breathing With Both Lungs I once heard it said Our lungs are where we hold our grief. When I inhale sharply, to remember Why does it hurt to breathe? Lament happened so long ago Or has it been only a moment or so. How fully has... Continue Reading →
Remembrance
Throughout shadowed corners of churches crisscrossing Europe sit tiers and tires and trees of glowing candles. Icons of the voice of our longings, singing of our hope to recover what we've lost, to connect with beloved ones gone yet alive in our hearts. Remembrance ~ Belgium, 1997 This image from my B&W film days calls... Continue Reading →
Thorns and Roses: a meditation on miracles + suffering
Daily I turn around and tragedy is before me, many far but some are near, twists and turns of events not my own and yet my own, reminding me that I am a colorful thread somewhere in the interwoven tapestry of this world. What hue is your thread? Quite sure mine is a deep burgundy,... Continue Reading →