Life Reflections, the Human Journey. Excerpts from Recent Issues Photograph by David Barstow Meals become simple affairs of chowders from the cast iron pot, a big plate of cornbread liberally laced with cheese and corn and basted with fiery jalapeno jelly. Family and friends take time to reflect, resolve, and request. We gather and talk.
Hearts open up in the warmth of hearth and home.
All of a sudden, no one was singing and I experienced both of us looking deeply into each other's eyes and there was no sound at all. That was intimacy. Our culture trains us out of honoring the truth of our experience, moment by moment, our own rhythms, the needs of our physical and emotional body for rest, attention, pleasure. As women, especially, we are trained to take care of everyone else, trained away from remembering that we are caretakers of the sacred in ourselves. My great ambition is to secure a speaking part in my own life.