Category Archives: despair

uwc-usa southwest studies – agua prieta

US/Mexico Border by Marc Figueras, for the UWC-USA newspaper followed by notes by Rick After all the preparations for what was going to be a unforgettable experience in Mexico, Bart, Ditha, Gal, Hickson, Holly, Kwun Kui, Louisa, Nicole, Rayah, Rave, … Continue reading

Posted in agua prieta, an embarassment of riches, art, border issues, despair, faith, illegal immigration, immigration issues, mexican border, migrant resource center, migrant workers, race in america, southwest studies, stories, the wall, uwc-usa, why does good change take so long?" | 5 Comments

whereabouts revisited, end of story

So we smashed like acrobats, a mess of arms and legs and heads and backs, spinning through the flaming hoops to meet the leaping, happy cats and all those clowns in human suits, and all their senseless chatter. The main … Continue reading

Posted in art, awakening, bleak, callings, dark, denial, desolation, despair, faith, healing, hope, kids, love, lullabies, nightmare, poetry, recovery, stories, the art of recovery, wake up dude | 9 Comments

border studies – undocumented aliens

Back in Montezuma, N.M. after 10 days on the road with 18 UWC-USA students, faculty chaperones, and Broadus, 8.5 years, a great traveler, interested in everything. In place of a Spring Break, students at UWC elect a service-learning adventure. This … Continue reading

Posted in 'tis a gift to be simple, art, awakening, callings, despair, faith, grassroots leadership, hope, illegal immigration, immigration issues, love, mexican border, poetry, politics, stories, undocumented aliens, uwc-usa, wake up dude | 6 Comments

desolation, hope, and more hope

Posted in "Blindness", "The Road", aa, art, awakening, bleak stories, callings, dark, desolation, despair, hope, light, love, nightmare, poetry, politics, recovery, stories, the art of recovery, the immorality of groups, wake up dude, war, works in progress | 12 Comments

thoughts on the novels, “the road”, and “blindness”

Only a great kaleidoscope can break the cold gray stone that forms in the bottom of the heart when we consider the way that we treat each other and make it beautiful.

Posted in "Blindness", "The Road", aa, art, bleak stories, character studies, cormac mccarthy, dark, desolation, despair, jose saramago, love, nightmare, poetry, portraits | 6 Comments