What matters on any level of human engagement is underscored by this 5,000 to 6,000 year old embrace. As these bones bear witness so do we. Art, in all its forms, is a sacred embrace. Our ancestors speak from the grave even as we go to the mountain. The living stones cry out even as I weep to get hold of. As my days are various, I choose to count my blessings, I choose beauty, I choose wonder.

Happy Holidays

1 comment:

Danika / OpenChannel said...

wow. doen't that say it all? life and love. sad, sacred beauty.