The Children are the Way Showers

The Children are the Way Showers

O men, grown sick with toil and care, Leave for awhile the crowded mart; O women, sinking with despair, Weary of limb and faint of heart, Forget your years to-day and come As children back to childhood’s house. ~Phoebe Cary I have known for a long time that...
A Certain Kind of Madness

A Certain Kind of Madness

Identifying Oneself as an Artist, Hearty Traveler of the Inner Landscape Going into the arts felt like the path to my heart, or rather from my heart.  When I chose my major of art/education with a psychology slant, I figured I was going into something a little...
The Sacred Feminine and the Desert

The Sacred Feminine and the Desert

I’m from the south…I was born in North Carolina and lived in the south most of my life.  I’d never been west as a child (the furthest I got was Little Rock, Arkansas, but that’s a story for another time.)  Oh, and we went on a family trip to...

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