Mcw Space

Why was there Renaissance art at Bob Jones University? — Arriving in Greenville, South Carolina, the Italian Renaissance was just down the street. All I had to do was find a museum that was a bit of a secret. The story I’d been told was just incredible. At Bob Jones University in Greenville, South Carolina, the Evangelical school, there was an art museum with a collection of Christian paintings. The talk was that it’d been looted by Nazis, and gotten for cheap after World War II.

What kind of energy do you mainly have in your …composition? ◆ Are you the FIRE type, with strong passion and power, always enthusiastic, vivid for adventure? ◆ Or are you like WATER - adaptable, transparent, emotionally flowing, intuitive and artistic? ◆ Maybe you are stable, practical and present to everything around you, having a lot of EARTH energy. ◆ Or…

I was excited, on turning five, to join my older sister at boarding school. A year earlier, I had watched with envy as she was kitted out in a natty uniform of gray woolen skirt and navy blazer, with the St Andrew’s School crest emblazoned on the top pocket. I…

I. I sit at my computer, Zooming with my freshman composition class while my husband, ten feet away, spoons sugar into his coffee and begins stirring rapidly. I am discussing — trying to discuss — The Declaration of Independence. “So what…” ding, ding “kind of” ding, ding “reasoning” ding, ding …

I unlocked the gold padlock and crawled into the cage slowly. The cold grated flooring pierced through my nitrile medical gloves, and I could touch the four metal walls around me. Crusted brown remnants of feces and dried blood filled the cage corners. I wrapped my hands around the bars…

How a therapy session with very little talking helped me heal — I kick off my shoes, tuck my legs up next to me, and sink into the soft folds of the overworn sofa, settling into the cozy room across from my therapist, Helen, as she putters around the office, finishing up paperwork from her previous client. Helen is not the first…

It was the rush. Of wanting to feel again after a long period of isolation. Of needing to find a connection to the outside world. "I will take it," I said. "Any semblance will do." What started as a deliberate conquest for affection became a serious evaluation of the self…

I hold space. It’s the calling I have answered, or maybe the career that chose me. Did I gravitate to this field because I was wiser than other people? Definitely not. Wisdom is what we seek from owls; from a psychotherapist we want understanding. We want connection. We want to…

“But you are extremely shy!”Andrea exclaimed as she touched my shoulders. “Your shoulders are near your earlobes! You just wanna go hide under a rock!” She told me this as I was lying in my undies on her massage table and I remember thinking to myself that I left that…