“Art encompasses the satisfaction of words well used.

Poetry and rhetoric and just plain stories are definitely part of our artistic heritage.

Most of life cannot be reduced to watertight propositions or exhaustively described.

Our finitude guarantees error, whether or not we realize our mistakes.

But from Homer onwards, words carry and describe our deep engagement with reality and our deep longing to transcend our daily contexts.”

Writers?  You may start your typewriters/laptops and create some art!

Thanks Donald

by Elizabeth Webb

Sometimes you slip on the ice a little.  Sometimes you climb that mountain feeling like nothing can slow your stride.  The ice has been a little dangerous lately, but being the survivor that I guess I am, what can I do but keep trying to climb that mountain, cross that impossible river and keep walking through this fire.  Just gotta keep walking and slipping and forever falling because the minute I think I can walk upright without anyone’s help is the day that I deny the very thing that allows me to stand at all.  Beyond the smoke and mirrors of this life is the truth that none of us can stand on our own.  Not one.  Not me.  Not one.