Between journeys, I stop to rest.
I come full circle: my endings and beginnings are one. The world dragon that bites its own tail, the life\death\life mother. Always there is blood, often there are tears, but sometimes there is laughter. We are all standing on the bones of our ancestors, millennia of love and toil brought us here.
This is the world of one who is only at home when lost.
Traditional houses (known as ‘blackhouses’) on the Hebridean island of Mingulay, 1905. Seven years after this photo was taken, the last few families still living on Mingulay were evacuated to the Scottish mainland.
In July 2010, amid the gargantuan rebuilding effort at the site of the World Trade Center in Lower Manhattan, construction workers halted the backhoes when they uncovered something unexpected just south of where the Twin Towers once stood.
At 22 feet (6.7 meters) below today’s street level,…
"Tastes in acting, as in everything else, certainly vary, but a great Shakespearean performance is easy to spot. You know one when you see one, although it’s probably more accurate to say that you know one when you don’t see one: when the language no longer feels remote, when the humanity of the actor and the character seem indivisible, when the emotion being expressed is no longer veiled by poetic phrasing but revealed by it, creating a shock of recognition in your own heart."