As far back as I can remember, the New England winters have been a part of my life. Blizzards, icestorms, and brutal, bitter cold make it nearly impossible to be outdoors for any long period of time. The tumultuous weather, coupled with early sunsets make hibernation an easy decision. However, in my case, being an artist with a deep passion for outdoor mural painting, it’s rather torturous to not be able to paint in the basking sun.
Here is my dearest hope for our changing times. I hope more of us will turn our eyes away from the crumbling wreckage of conditions we knew, and turn our eyes toward what is now available. Alfred Lord Tennyson said, “The shell must break before the bird can fly.” Many of us put our dreams on hold to take care of the “more important” matters of earning a living. Many got comfortable in the postponement fantasy of “retirement.” Someday, in utopia, over the rainbow, we’d be able to do what we’d really want. We’d grind our teeth on Mondays meanwhile, or sleepwalk through the week and collect our paycheck. I think the Universe is now saying, now or never.
If I’m gonna be tangled, let me be it in vines Instead of the cables and cords and telephone lines If I’m gonna be torn, let it be from the storm Not from the wealth or the objects we swarm If I’m gonna be weary, let me lay ‘neath the willow No need for beds lined with blankets and pillows
"You're traveling all alone? But, you're a woman! Isn't it dangerous?" Ha! Hey, I’m sitting right here in front of you, with all my limbs intact. What do you think? I’ve lived out of a big backpack for the past three years. Who needs a shackle-me-down car, house, and credit cards when I’ve got a thumb, the wilderness, and a fiery indomitable explor- atory learning-growing-sharing alive perfectly fantastic spirit?
For years, we Americans have been bombarded with the same message: we are fat. But in true American fashion, we can’t settle for that. We have to be the fattest. The news is constantly telling us how fat we are, the dangers of our high fat diets and how our fatness is leading to heart disease and premature death, all while showing clips and images of faceless, obese citizens innocently walking the streets. But is this what fat really looks like? BMI (body mass index) is an equation health professionals use to classify people into weight categories.
In the 1950s, as I was growing up in the Pocono Mountains of northeastern Pennsylvania, we would often walk or ride bicycles a great distance to other friends’ homes. My brother had a bicycle, as did most of my friends. I had a scooter that you would stand on with one foot and push yourself along with the other foot.
The strings were tied, it was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed. For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed. The simple apron that it was, you would never think about; the things she used it for, that made it look worn out. She may have used it to hold some wildflowers that she’d found. Or to hide a crying child’s face when a stranger came around. Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that cloth.
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Seventy-four years ago, this iconic photo of a migrant mother and her daughters was captured by celebrated photographer Dorthea Lange. The misery of the Great Depression was vividly expressed through her eyes.
In many ways, America is the land of plenty. But for 1 in 8 Americans, hunger is a reality.
America: a place, a picturesque land that can capture your heart. You could take many pictures of America and not fully capture all its distinct beauty. America is an instrument, it plays melodies for us through water, birds, children and singers. Many people have a song of true enlightenment and bestowed gifts within them.