O men, grown sick with toil and care, Leave for awhile the crowded mart; O women, sinking with despair, Weary of limb and faint of heart, Forget your years to-day and come As children back to childhood’s house. ~Phoebe Cary I have known for a long time that...
Identifying Oneself as an Artist, Hearty Traveler of the Inner Landscape Going into the arts felt like the path to my heart, or rather from my heart. When I chose my major of art/education with a psychology slant, I figured I was going into something a little...
I’m from the south…I was born in North Carolina and lived in the south most of my life. I’d never been west as a child (the furthest I got was Little Rock, Arkansas, but that’s a story for another time.) Oh, and we went on a family trip to...
I wrote this journal entry in 2003, right before my family’s life changed drastically. It felt appropriate to share it here and now. Form Follows Function A journal entry by Licia Berry www.liciaberry.com 8-03 Who am I? God, please tell me. No, I mean, who...
When my beloved family of four began our traveling and inner search for our “family heart” in 2003, I thought it was something new for us. We had certainly never done anything like what we did before…leaving behind all of society and its demands and obligations, a...
