My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

  Every so often in life we have a profound experience that awakens our sleeping soul and opens the gates of awe. On November 4th, at the en...

Our little garden is teaching me. It talks and I listen and hear. Plants communicate. For years I cultivated the earth where I lived. Then, ...

A young man, Agostin, dreamed of discovering a new land. His thoughts so compelled him that he gathered his belongings, packed them in...

I abandoned my art gallery today and joined a procession of pilgrims. This weekend Santa Fe hosts the International Folk Art Marke...

Each year in Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA, during the month of July, the Folk Art Market unfolds to great fanfare. Heidi Of The Mountains and...

"Claustrophobia and Insanity" When I was in my late teens I was surprised to find violent darkness within myself. I ...

There are always two people in every picture:  the photographer and the viewer.  ~ Ansel Adams When I was in Kashmir, India, I went on ...

One day, while on African safari in Tanzania, we had been on a grueling, bone-rattling, and dusty journey over the Serengeti Plain , and our...

Lately, I have been pondering the nature of prejudice. Here in the USA, we immediately think of racial bias. But prejudice comes in many sha...

We are all travelers. All is in motion, even when appearing to be at rest. Time is always moving and everything is related to time, so ever...