Monthly Archives: July, 2013
Healing Quote of the Day
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. –Leo Buscaglia
A Wrinkle in Time
Madeleine L’Engle “Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself.” – Mrs. Whatsit Find A Wrinkle in Time on Goodreads.
Bird’s Kiss
Bahram Alivandi Bahram Alivandi (1928 – 2012) received his artistic training in Tehran and is considered a pioneer of Iranian contemporary art. He taught at the Workshop of National Art and the Kamal-ol-Molk Academy of Art for twenty years before his oppositional views toward the government led to his imprisonment. In 1983 he moved to Vienna, …
Fill Me Up
Sean Colvin Well, I might be alright if I just see the light I don’t care if the phone don’t ring And I’ll know when it’s right like a voice in the night And the right shade of tangerine More by Sean Colvin
Healing Quote of the Day
If you don’t create… you will become a menace to society. –Maria Semple, From Where’d You Go, Bernadette
The Bone People
Keri Hulme In a tower on the New Zealand sea lives Kerewin Holmes, part Maori, part European, an artist estranged from her art, a woman in exile from her family. One night her solitude is disrupted by a visitor—a speechless, mercurial boy named Simon, who tries to steal from her and then repays her with …
Where is My Mother
Yun Gee Yun Gee (1906-1963) was a Chinese-American artist, poet, writer and performer. At 15, he left China to join his father in San Francisco and never saw his mother again. Yun Gee studied at the California School of Fine Art and became a U. S. Citizen. At 21 he left for Paris where his work was …
The Eclipse
Richard Eberhart I stood out in the open cold To see the essence of the eclipse Which was its perfect darkness. I stood in the cold on the porch And could not think of anything so perfect As man’s hope of light in the face of darkness. More poems by Richard Eberhart