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Eyes Without a Face
Early on in the pandemic whenever I found myself wearing my mask at the grocery store, the words to a Billy Idol tune would come to mind immediately. Bagging my asparagus, I couldn’t help but hum “Eyes Without a Face.” Over the last few months, I return to that song with every store I find myself in. (Admittedly, I sing rather than hum, but that is beside the point). Although I love 80’s music and specifically that song, something else sparked that song’s words. With mask restrictions in place, maybe we are invited to a more profound way of looking at one another. Like most things in life, we are…
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Gift of Silence
Due to Covid-19, the world community has paused. Humanity has been forced to stop, allowing for a type of collective vulnerability that rarely, if not ever, has happened before. Through this joined experience, we have been forced to look at ourselves both individually and culturally in ways we might never have been able to do so during our times of “normalcy”. The first observation is one of sadness. Sadness for those who have died, usually alone, and for the families who have had to watch a loved one die from afar. Sadness for the millions who have lost their jobs and with that, their dignity, and now struggle to find…
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Mystery and Mirrors
The winds were overwhelming but calming. The periods of rain were drenching but refreshing. The brisk air cut threw your skin but awakened the very breath of life. Standing in its midst was somehow a confrontation with truth. The Highlands of Scotland, with all of its history and mysticism, with its struggle for freedom and bloodshed, was one of the most peaceful places I have been. Isolated by its barren lands yet consumed by its beauty, it was a paradox that touched me deeply. How could such bareness and lack of color produce such overwhelming beauty? How can a place engrossed with emptiness be overflowing with an undeniable…
