A Mending Shift

a bird sings, not because if has an answer to give, but because it has a song to sing … this is my song

We Love Beautiful

| November 10, 2008

Share I am getting more and more convinced that for us to truly love someone we need to see them as beautiful; to see their beauty, their dignity, their worth, their value. If we do not see beauty in the other I believe we cannot truly love them or even claim that we love them. [...]

A Story of Windows and Reality

| February 27, 2008

Share Suppose I live in one room of a house my entire life. I never leave this room and this room has only one window looking outside. To me, this window-view of the outside world—the trees, the hills, the sky—is the only view. To me, this is what the outside world looks like: what I [...]