A few weeks ago I visited a friend who had knee surgery at our local hospital. As I was walking through the reception area, ready to go to my car, I glanced at the wall. I paused, feeding my spirit with the images I will share with you. The titles of each art piece gave me a different slant on our human tendency to categorize and put people and conditions into labeled, neat boxes. Whatever disability one may have, it is more helpful to consider what is one's ability. Fam'ly roots, firmly connected in Indiana. Mental illness, a category filled with fear and misunderstanding. Apprehensive as I list Prozac as one of my medications on the employment questionnaire. News about one more person brought vividly to our attention that this someone had been taking Prozac when he ... Worried about who is allowed to read this. Will this cause me not to be hired? All these words played the worst scenarios in my angst-ridden mind. Yet, as I sat in the intervi...
my photos, my thoughts