Category Archives: The Coffee Table

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A day of Silence

Posted on December 11, 2011 by Michaela

A day of Silence Can be a pilgrimage in itself. A day of Silence Can help you listen To the Soul play Its marvellous lute and drum. Is not most talking A crazed defence of a crumbling fort? I thought … Continue reading →

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Entre le boeuf et l’âne gris…

Posted on December 11, 2011 by Michaela

I came across this French Christmas carol and it made me ponder the symbolism of ox and ass  in a nativity scene. It is said that the ox knows it’s owner and the ass knows it’s master. Words coming to … Continue reading →

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Twas in the moon of winter time…

Posted on December 9, 2011 by Michaela

” The Huron Carol” ca 1643

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Full of Grace

Posted on December 8, 2011 by Michaela

” Maria durch ein Dornwald ging”

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The power of nothing

Posted on December 8, 2011 by Michaela

A beautiful article from this week’s New Yorker on science and the art of medicine, as scientist are debating the response to placebo. Power of nothing

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Hark – the herald angels sing

Posted on December 6, 2011 by Michaela
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And he shall purify…

Posted on December 4, 2011 by Michaela

(” And he shall purify” from The Messiah by GF Handel)

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The Beauty of Form

Posted on October 30, 2011 by Michaela
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Imagine

Posted on October 16, 2011 by Michaela

    Imagine by John Lennon  

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Black

Posted on October 14, 2011 by aralannow

Black Crime festered hoods, drug overlords, poverty punished ghettos, HIV/AIDS ravaged cadavers, down-low deceivers, violent thug gangs , misogynistic populism,  health disparities run amok,  fissuring educational gaps, skyrocketing unemployment. When that loud group of boys got on the bus how I recoiled in judgement. … Continue reading →

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