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Catherine of Siena trans. Algar Thorold

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Japanese netsuke:

Okatoma - Manju Netsuke (Rabbit in full moon shape) - ivory - c.18th century

Hare & The Moon (mixing the elixir of immortality with his mortar and pestle) - ivory

Minko - Seated Hare - wood - late 18th-early 19th century

Hokkyo Sessai - Snake - wood - mid 19th century

Masatami - Monkey with Magnifying Glass Observing Beetle - ivory - Meiji Period (1868-1912)

Matsuda Sukenaga - Frog on Mushroom - wood - mid 19th century

Seiyodo Tomiharu - Snail on a Log - ebony and boxwood -  c.1770

Tadatoshi - Snail - wood - late 18th-early 19th century

Sadanobu - Recumbent Stallion - wood - Tanba Province - 19th century

Monkey Resting - ivory

Kyusai Tetsugen - Cicada on Pine Bark - ivory - early 20th century

Cicada - wood - c.1800-1875

Masakatsu - Cuttlefish (three views) - wood - early 19th century

Genko - Plump Sparrow (two views) - ivory - 1800-1868

Ohara Mitsuhiro & Kaigyokusai Masatsugu - Hiding Octopus - c. 1825-1875

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🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

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Francis Bacon Turning Figure 1963

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disenfranchisement

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the words of jesus of nazareth in dayspring, a collection of poetry and prose exploring the life of jesus christ and john the beloved

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Anthony Goicolea (Cuban-American, b. 1971 Atlanta, GA, USA, based Brooklyn, NY, USA) - Portrait of a Francis can Monk Giving a Confessional Reading to Aldo Londi in 1962, 2020, Paintings: Oil on stretched raw Linen

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uncommon locations for Project Card Souls

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Religious devotion in ancient Rome and modern Italy. 

The Lararium: a Roman Legacy.

Lararium (home shrine). House of the Red Walls,Pompeii. Photo by Umberto Cesino.

Votive chapel devoted to the Holy Virgin of Oropa and some Saints near Nelva, a village in Callabiana municipality (BI, Italy).  Photo by  F. Ceragioli /cc by-sa 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons.

Lararium from Pompeii. Photo by  ArchaiOptix, cc by-sa 4.0 via Wikimedia Commons.  

Capitello votivo. Photo by Pepin Soldano (Public Domain)

Lararium in the House of the Tragic Poet, Pompeii (Unknown author)

 Aedicule dedicated to the Madonna dating back to 1600, located in the hamlet of Sola in the municipality of Fara Olivana con Sola. Photo by Luca Giovanni Bertini cc by-sa 4.0 via Wikimedia Commons.

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Suicide IV, 1982

Paul Rebeyrolle

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I can count to 144 on my hands

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Your average kimchi is from Korea

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I agree with movies in general

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"i'm mr sterling's right hand arm. man." is to say: i am the unutterable wisdom that precedes and gives rise to verbal understanding.

"i'm mr sterling everything" is to say: i am the undifferentiated matrix through which the phenomenon of "mr sterling" is apprehended.

"his confidant. his best friend. his silly rabbit." is to say: the unity of the two, differentiated and undifferentiated, quiescence and clarity, produces a third which is motion, who then goes on reproduce itself indefinitely.

"does he call you that? no." is to say: the name which can be spoken is not the eternal name.

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Sidewinder By: Rod Borland From: Nature's Unlovables 1990

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Franciscus Johannes Gijsbertus van den Berg “Johfra” (1919-1998) —The Adoration of Pan [oil on three panels, 1979]