Grief is an artist painting vivid strokes across the canvas of our lives. Like any artist wielding a brush, grief doesn’t ask if it can; it just does. Grief moves freely; boldly. Sometimes, grief leaves beauty in its wake. Sometimes, grief only leaves chaos. As an artist, grief is raw, unfiltered, and unapologetic. Shattered. Tattered.Continue reading “Grief is an Artist”
If Color=Mood=People, What Color Would I Be?
During a moment of deep personal reflection I decided to-ask an artificial intelligence bot a question. If if color were a mood and mood were a person, what color would I be? I landed on ChatGPT as the AI prototype I would enlist as my partner in crime. ChatGPT is an AI language model developedContinue reading “If Color=Mood=People, What Color Would I Be?”
Listening in Stillness
Even though my role this year has been a little different, the noise that rings in my ears for days on end during our winter inclement weather service is still remarkably present. A thousand people talking at the same time can do that to you. For the past week, OurCalling, the organization I work for,Continue reading “Listening in Stillness”
