Image: Circe Invidiosa The Fountain of Youth is not a myth Not to say that myths are false. Only that a myth is symbolic of something And the Fountain of Youth is not a symbol. Of course you could make it a symbol if you wanted to, As is anything for that matter. There are [...]
[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent="yes" overflow="visible"][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type="1_1" background_position="left top" background_color="" border_size="" border_color="" border_style="solid" spacing="yes" background_image="" background_repeat="no-repeat" padding="" margin_top="0px" margin_bottom="0px" class="" id="" animation_type="" animation_speed="0.3" animation_direction="left" hide_on_mobile="no" center_content="no" min_height="none"] Source: Donato, Amber Prison Have you ever found yourself just looking at your hands? Marveling at the beauty, simplicity, utility, and the fleshly humanity of them? You take your hands through [...]
I wish I could explain to you how the beauty of this world is a sign of something greater deeper and holy. I wish I could tell you the world of my heart and how the blood is more then just flowing pumping and bubbling through this body. I wish I could let you in [...]
I spoke with my father on the phone the other day. He was in Colombia at the time. I don’t call my father unless it’s important, but what I consider to be important is not what he considers to be important. And vice versa. My father told me on the phone that a linguist knew [...]
As an athlete I learned that anticipation was vital. And I was good at it. But somewhere along the way I just stopped. Somewhere in High School I think,. I just moved on to Theatre. In Theatre I learned that enunciation was vital. And I was good at it. But somewhere along the way [...]
Oh to be young again! I remember the days when I would fall asleep in my bed afraid of the dark. I remember sitting in detention because my parents couldn’t get me to school on time. I remember the tragic realization that my older sister would never be able to catch me in a game [...]
When I was a kid I remember messing up real bad and since my dad had just become a Christian he told me that I should go to my room and pray to God. So with tears in my eyes I went to my room, into my closet and in the darkness I knelt down [...]
[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent="yes" overflow="visible"][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type="1_1" background_position="left top" background_color="" border_size="" border_color="" border_style="solid" spacing="yes" background_image="" background_repeat="no-repeat" padding="" margin_top="0px" margin_bottom="0px" class="" id="" animation_type="" animation_speed="0.3" animation_direction="left" hide_on_mobile="no" center_content="no" min_height="none"] Source: Flammarion Woodcut When I was 21 I took a pilgrimage I walked 100 miles through northern Spain to see the remains of a Saint But when I got there [...]
[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent="yes" overflow="visible"][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type="1_1" background_position="left top" background_color="" border_size="" border_color="" border_style="solid" spacing="yes" background_image="" background_repeat="no-repeat" padding="" margin_top="0px" margin_bottom="0px" class="" id="" animation_type="" animation_speed="0.3" animation_direction="left" hide_on_mobile="no" center_content="no" min_height="none"] Source: Joseph Nicéphore Niépce, View from the Window at Le Gras I took out some pictures from my parents photo album I didn’t do it in secret but I didn’t ask [...]
[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent="yes" overflow="visible"][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type="1_1" background_position="left top" background_color="" border_size="" border_color="" border_style="solid" spacing="yes" background_image="" background_repeat="no-repeat" padding="" margin_top="0px" margin_bottom="0px" class="" id="" animation_type="" animation_speed="0.3" animation_direction="left" hide_on_mobile="no" center_content="no" min_height="none"] Source: EmptyARTJustice I was in the car with my dad, he was taking me to soccer practice. He asked me if I would pass the ball to this kid named Alan, [...]
