"The Shalom of the Holy; the disclosure of the gracious Shekinah; Divine Wisdom; the empowering Matrix; She, in whom we live and move and have our being - She comes; She is here."
- Rosemary Radford Ruether
(photo from 1970s Foxfire hillbilly magazine)
Teach us to care and not to care.
T. S. Eliot
We don’t tell the truth because the truth isn’t something that comes through words. Words are always inadequate. Maybe the words are beautiful and touch on the truth but they are fragmentary wisdom compared with the real truth, the truth which cannot be proven or properly named. We call it Love, but that word is especially corrupted and burdened. We can’t tell the truth always and still be kind and, besides, it’s too painful to be completely transparent. The way that creates complexity by design is the one that floats in and out of truth, the way that we actually are, little white liars who try to protect ourselves and each other. Through dishonesty, we approximate, we gamble with past and future by wagering that we can recalibrate our truth-debts to each other carefully and stylishly.
feeling destructive for a change
shot along the Way
black and white pictures for a grey day
Map of Palestine from a 1947 issue of National Geographic.
why do we draw lines on the earth?
Algerian artist Adel Abdessemed artist, Installation in Sala Moncada Barcelona,
love for the symbols