storyteller and friend
I found Celia on the bench in front of the octopus exhibit. She sat quietly before the huge wall of glass, legs hanging over the edge of the bench with her feet swinging gently back and forth. “Celia…” I tried to keep my voice steady as I sat down beside her. “You had me worried…
Run. Run. Run. My breath is panting and my tongue is lolling out. My paws strike the ground as I bound forward. I can see the darting shape ahead. It tugs at something in my chest, deeper than my pounding heart and more painfully than my straining lungs. I must chase, I must follow, I…
We do not appreciate art because it fulfills a specific purpose well. We appreciate it because the creation is more than what it appears to be on the surface. It is a lens into the mind and heart of the artist and we take great pleasure in diving into a mind that can craft something…
Think. Do. Be. This is the cycle of change that we go through as we train ourselves into patterns of behavior and thought. First, we think about what we want and formulate plans to get it. Next, we do the action that we had planned or imagined. Finally, we become what we repeatedly do. Who…