How do we honor the anonymous caregivers of history?

Within us flows an artesian well of memories. Where attention goes, energy flows. The mind can dip into the well of memory allowing us to drink from the past – the bitter and the sweet. This well holds so much of our life. Drink from it today.

Images of things coming to rest.

No Words . What if I asked you to listen to your soul? Could you hear her?        Would her whisper warm a pathway to your                                 heart?     

I sometimes imagine myself falling into silence, sinking down, letting go of the energy that glued me to noise.

Consider the difficulty of looking at a painting like Turner’s Lake of Zug (viewable by entering in Google the phrase: "William Turner, Lake of Zug.") The first question in the mind of the average westerner is: What is it? The obvious answer comes – mountains, a lake, people. Now the heartbreaking part: Art museum studies…