A dandelion inquired,
“Do you like butter?”
was her chin’s response.
…and yet I ponder why…one image will enter my being and touch my soul and awaken states of being such as sadness, compassion, anger, helplessness, joy…while another forces my consciousness to hide behind windows colored by detachment.
Originally posted on THE BARDO GROUP:
Opening photograph: © Eric Gottesman
Words and video courtesy of Open Society
Originally posted on So Not Simple:
Following picture began circulating in November. It should be “The Picture of the Year,” or perhaps, “Picture of the Decade.” It won’t be. In fact, unless you obtained a copy of the U.S. paper w hich published it, you probably would never have seen it.
The picture is that of a 21-week-old unborn baby named Samuel Alexander Armas, who is being operated on by surgeon named Joseph Bruner. The baby was diagnosed with spina bifida and would not survive if removed from his mother’s womb. Little Samuel’s mother, Julie Armas, is an obstetrics nurse in Atlanta. She knew of Dr. Bruner’s remarkable surgical procedure. Practicing at Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, he performs these special operations while the baby is still in the womb. During the procedure, the doctor removes the uterus via C-section and makes a small incision to operate on the baby. As Dr. Bruner completed…
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Looking is a gift, but seeing is a power. ~ Jeff Berner
Originally posted on Nathan De Ruwe:
Every time I heard about Morocco, it was about their culture, the spices, traditions,… It got me very excited to visit this country. However after my visit I have a different opinion.
I saw the darker side of Morocco which is hidden from normal tourists. The dirty streets, poverty, bad living conditions,… There is more to these people than what meets the eye especially if you leave the touristic places.
the rememberer…is a person who defies the natural laws of decay, one who makes the heart a more hospitable ground for the traces of the past than stone could ever be. The rememberer might also be a lonely rebel against the passage of time. To resist the erasures occasioned by this passage of time, memories have to be written down.
…the memories which lie within us are not carved in stone, nor do they tend to become erased as years go by. But often they change, or even grow by incorporating extraneous features. ‘This scant reliability of our memories will be satisfactorily explained only when we know in what language, what alphabet they are written, on what surface, and with what pen: to this day we are still far from this goal.’ [Primo Levi] *
Bridge Across Broken Time