Last Saturday, I dug up a climbing rose that I’d lovingly nurtured for nearly five years and threw it away. It had a serious disease, one that could spread to other rosebushes, so it wasn’t salvageable.
After removing the rose, I began to dig a hole a couple of feet away for another plant. Almost immediately, I hit something hard with my shovel—not an uncommon occurrence in my garden’s rocky soil. I discovered, however, that it wasn’t a rock I’d hit, but a brick, buried under at least eight inches of soil. I pulled the brick out of the ground and put my shovel in again—clunk! Another brick. And another. And another. By the time I called it a day, I’d dug up around twenty-five bricks, and I couldn’t stop smiling. Continue reading
Faith is an oasis in the heart that can never be reached by the caravan of thinking.
The Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater is one of my favorite dance companies. Ever since I first saw them perform, back when I was a twenty-something dance major, I’ve been in awe of the power of Mr. Ailey’s choreography and the strength and grace of his dancers. His signature piece, Revelations, continues to be an audience favorite, for good reason. It is a celebration of life, the joys, the sorrows, and everything in between.
I went looking on YouTube for the final section of Revelations tonight because I was in need of a little bit of uplifting, and it never fails to do the trick. (I have the entire dance on VHS, but my only VCR is in the basement.) While I wasn’t able to find a good video of the full cast (18 dancers) version of the final section, I did stumble across this video of the final section as it was performed by a smaller cast (10 dancers) at Mr. Ailey’s funeral in 1989. Small cast or not, it gave me the lift I needed, and I hope it will do the same for you.
Many thanks to thoughtsontheatre for sharing the work of German designer-illustrator Catharina Bruns (see more of her inspiring words and designs at workisnotajob).
Why do you stay in prison?
When the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear thinking.
Live in silence.