I invited some of the special people I know ~ from poets whose work has appeared in Combustus magazine to a dancer friend of mine who immigrated from Hungary ~ to share with us some of the wisdom they’ve received over the years from their fathers as well as what has been passed on to their own children.Read More
“Every relationship is an interaction. And a healthy relationship is an act of constant creation. That is why I always say that no one can ever know what he or she desires sexually until that individual explores the possibilities with their unique partner.”Read More
But I believe that we all, at the very least,
should have some. Beauty, that is.
Maybe even just a little more. That
even in a poem about beauty
we must be moved to see its two sure hands
and how our own fit perfectly inside them.
“At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.”
No words in this eloquent short film, only Dustin O’Halloran’s original composition, “We Move Lightly,” David Cooper’s photography and Linda Arkelian’s choreography. Put together: nothing short of magic.Read More
“I remember once I was drawing a Halloween picture, and my art teacher came up to me and said, “The sky is not purple, and pumpkins do not fly through the air.”
~Nicole Rubel, children’s author/illustrator, Oregon, USA
“After having personally practiced shamanism, shamanic healing, and shamanic journeying for more than half a century, I can say that there is nothing I have encountered in reports of the spiritual experiences of saints, prophets, psychedelic drug experimenters, near death survivors, avatars and other mystics that is not commonly experienced when following classic journey methods using a drum.”
—Michael Harner, The Foundation for Shamnic Studies
I was in France at the time and I met a young guy in my French class. And he was an ex-child soldier. I saw him as always really sad. You didn’t ever see a smile on his face. We’d go for coffee or a drink, and one day I just asked him, “Hey man, why don’t you ever smile?” And he just explained to me that his childhood was stolen from him. I told him that if I was a writer I would write something, but I am a painter. So I painted his portrait.Read More