Everything comes to pass. This moment too shall pass by because you will continue- like with everything else in life. You will continue like you have always done and these words will too soon be behind you. Good times come and go, and bad times come and go. No thing
A 60-day portrait painting challenge. Can't lie to you, folks. I spent the entirety of day 7 sobbing. It's a good job tears run right off oils. In the eight weeks I spent in hospital, I developed a hunger to create. I spent every evening dreaming
Ah yes. The international online sport of French bashing. This social hobby dates back to the Hundred Years' War and can be traced through the ages with every political tension when France has policy disagreements with its western neighbours — and some of those disagreements are weighty enough to deserve
On earth as it is in heaven. My feelings on justice are that I'm sitting on a fence. With one side being condemnation, and the other being justice itself. It would be so easy and satisfying to just let wrath loose. It's so satisfyingly consuming to
We’re so focused on beauty, so desperate for truth, we have forgotten the good entirely. The Good is what makes us wrestle, alone, with our inner world. It breaks down our internal presumptions and barriers. It puts us in a place where we must choose for ourselves to become
I was eleven, maybe twelve, and fasting with my father in high summer. I was sitting on a floor cushion in front of the TV in mid afternoon, watching with the kind of attention children often do. The summer holiday left long, time expanding in relation to my grumbling stomach
I found myself washing in the Vatican showers, probably not all that far away from the pope, and thought how hard it had been to arrive even here. I wasn't sure if it was the Italians or the church that were bloody useless. And I thought — why in
One face is named love. The other is named war. The name of the coin is passion — and when you stop looking at which face you're holding, you've left the outcome to chance. We don't think of ourselves as people who wage war. Warmongers
A critique. No. I haven't read Hegel. And I know what you're thinking if you have- tugh, she hasn't even read Hegel. (Told you) I've not read Hegel because it's not that his ideas lack value, but because the way
A true salmon is immortal till the day it dies. Born to a fresh-water river, it grows then is washed downstream till it hits the ocean. Saltwater infiltrates every cell, burning the fish, reshaping it from within. It then spends years in vast waters, learning everything there is to know
-Mother My mother has an almost cellular connection to Andalusia. On top of having great taste, she's always drawn to late moorish art and architecture. This woman has been quietly, and often loudly, by my side through thick and thin- Regardless of the ease of our relationship status.
Let me tell you about the boy who cried wolf. There was once an orphan shepherd boy. The shepherd wished to be the best the world had ever seen — in memory of his father. He'd have a strong flock, and sweet pastures. He dreamed of becoming the mightiest