Art & Spirit

The other day, a friend sent me an image of Pilobolus. I was awestruck. I stared and felt glad. I know, not too articulate but that's the best I can do even days later. I stared and felt this coursing rush of joy. Honestly, there was this inner shifting simply from taking in the beauty and power of the image. Have you had experiences like this? Does art affect you in indelible ways?