Oh My! Handmade

Making a good life since 2010

Draw a Larger Circle

Draw a Larger Circle

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I intend to do my part through the power of persuasion, by spiritual resistance, by the power of my pen, and by inviting the violence upon my own body. For what is life itself without the freedom to walk proudly before God and man and to glorify creation through the genius of self-expression? I intend to destroy segregation by positive and embracing methods. When my brothers … [Read more...] about Draw a Larger Circle

Make a Bigger Pie

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We’ve changed the way we think of ourselves as citizens. We don’t think of ourselves as citizens in the old sense of being small parts of something larger and infinitely more important to which we have serious responsibilities. We do still think of ourselves as citizens in the sense of being beneficiaries - we’re actually conscious of our rights as American citizens and the … [Read more...] about Make a Bigger Pie

Kindness, Rightness & the art of being equally wrong

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I do not mean to encourage the guilt-ridden thinking that is always too glad to be “wrong” in everything. This too is an evasion of responsibility, because every form of oversimplification tends to make decisions ultimately meaningless. We must try to accept ourselves, whether individually or collectively, not only as perfectly good or perfectly bad, but in our mysterious, … [Read more...] about Kindness, Rightness & the art of being equally wrong

You do, therefore you are.

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I’ve known people with tremendous technical ability that haven’t gone very far. I’ve also known people with tremendous insight that never bothered to learn their craft. Craftsmanship is something that’s really going out now. The young people have no patience with craftsmanship any more. They think, therefore they am. It’s not enough. You don’t think, therefore you are. You do, … [Read more...] about You do, therefore you are.

Briefly it enters

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Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks I am the blossom pressed in a book, found again after two hundred years. . . I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper. . . When the young girl who starves sits down to a table she will sit beside me. . . I am food on the prisoner’s plate. . . I am water rushing to the wellhead, filling the pitcher until it spills. . . I am the … [Read more...] about Briefly it enters