Through A Mirror, Brightly

It is hard to get around the fact that we are inveterate storytellers, narrating our lives. We constantly look out at the world and make up ...

While an evening in early fall slowly descends, I sit here, quietly, falling into a deep abyss of peace, stillness. No words. No thoughts. O...

Percy Bysshe Shelley, the Romantic poet (1792-1822) was inspired to write the sonnet, Ozymandias , after seeing the broken colossus of Rames...

Last Thursday, just before Palm Sunday, the New York Times reported the release of a remarkable document, Gospel of Judas . This early Chris...

The great Spanish painter, Goya (1746-1828), with a sense of humor and inventive practicality, placed candles in his hat band, so that he co...

The Milwaukee Art Museum sits on the shore of Lake Michigan, having graced the shoreline for over 100 years. Recently, it was crowned with a...

Philip Chard, a psychotherapist, author, and trainer, writes a regular column for the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel , entitled Out of My Mind. ...

A few days ago, reading The New Yorker , I came across a short story that took my breath away because it described the narrator undergoing a...

This morning in session, Master Teacher spoke one particular sentence that struck me deeply. It resonated throughout the rest of the day unt...

I finally caught myself in the act. After all this time, I caught myself in the act of judging. Someone did something that upset me, but thi...

I don’t know why it took me so long, but I finally understand why Bush does what he does. I keep re-reading three paragraphs from an article...