Frankentoes, My beautiful ugly feet - illustration

My Beautiful Ugly Foot

Finding beauty in the difference

A few years ago, a sloppy surgeon butchered my right foot. I went to Dr. Garrett for routine bunion surgery and left his office traumatized. He lopped off a full third of my second toe and made bending my big toe ever again impossible. I used to be a distance runner and suffered significant foot pain from my bunions whenever I ran more than ten or twelve miles, which I… Read More »

Meditation on Death Image collage on Conscious Life Space by Amy Adams

Memento Mori, Looking at Death

It’s already some years ago when the idea for an interactive art project on death came to my mind. It evolved from real life experience watching from the sidelines as people that I knew throughout my life died prematurely. All of them from taboo methods – drug overdose, suicide, etc. Most of the people were no longer present in my daily life but I heard, watched and was broken hearted… Read More »

Luis Santiago

Luis

I’m thinking of Luis today. He lost his sister a long time ago. He was young, she was younger. It destroyed his parents. Of course, her death would. That is expected. He was hurt too, but their mourning consumed them and life was no longer happy and normal. Christmas stopped. Celebrations and joy were on hold. Rituals became meaningless for them. He felt sad. He was still their child. It… Read More »

Embrace oil painting by artist Amy Adams art as shown on Conscious Life Space Guru

Love, Maybe Love Stays

Maybe love can't...

Love has so many different meanings and for some, it comes and goes. Sometimes it takes different forms. Sarah Kay and Phil Kay perform their spoken word piece on love and maybe love stays and maybe love can’t. Sarah Kay and Phil Kay of Project V.O.I.C.E. talk about love – Maybe Love Stays Maybe love stays? Maybe love can’t….Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to and love leaves exactly… Read More »

Poopsie my stuffed plush dog - Conscious Life Space Guru

Plush Dogs Heal Hearts

A Poem for Poopsie, Keeper of Secrets

Her presence alone whispered comfort. I cannot remember ever being without her, even now, she sits in a basket in the closet filled with my intimate garments, suppose it’s apropos since she is the keeper of my deepest darkest secrets, hopes, dreams, disappointments and successes. There was never even a need for words even when they were spoken, as it was by osmosis that she absorbed everything. She was just… Read More »