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Sunday, May 31, 2009

Witness


Witness, Nikki McClure, demonstrates the powerful acts of nature that happen in one's own backyard. This was the featured artwork for my calendar in May and I couldn't connect with *why* until the last day of the month...
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then it was as if i suddenly saw the secret beauty of their hearts, the depths of their hearts where neither sin nor desire nor self-knowledge can reach, the core of their reality, the person that each one is in the eyes of the divine. if only they could all see themselves as they really are. if only we could see each other that way all the time. there would be no more war, no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed...i suppose the big problem would be that we would fall down and worship each other. (thomas merton)

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