A friend sent me this this morning saying that they thought of me as they read it. John, and the deep influence of the divine and the divine imagination on him, has deeply influenced me as well. The influence is more of a, giving me a way of getting more deeply in touch with what had always been there inside me, yet had been thieved from me by a reductionist narrative that had just left everything so disjointed/fractured/separated when in actuality had always belonged together. I really do not think there is a human being I owe more to then John....well, maybe he is second behind my mom for bringing me into this world and loving me and believing in me like she did/does.
A PHOTOGRAPHIC SAGE