The C2S blog draws on the arts, the social and biological sciences to explore the many meanings of health and "dis-ease." Designed to be a locus where patients, their families and professionals can meet on a level playing field, it is the natural off-shoot of the Cell 2 Soul Online Journal. We encourage the submission of ideas, essays, poems, stories, humor, and timely reviews relating to the humanities and health care.
Zoe Elpern took a motorcycle ride in the high Rockies above Aspen, Colorado on Saturday, September 21, 2013. She sent us a few pictures taken on her iPhone. The last picture was taken in late April, 2013. These photos reminded us of a memorable poem:
Binsey Poplars: felled 1879 by Gerard Manley Hopkins for pdf: Download Aspens
My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, All felled, felled, are all felled;
Of a fresh and following folded rank Not
spared, not one That dandled a sandalled Shadow that
swam or sank On meadow and river and wind-wandering weed-winding bank.
O if we but knew what we do When we delve or
hew-- Hack and rack the growing green!
Since country is so tender To touch, her being só slender, That, like this sleek and seeing ball But a prick will make no eye at all,
Where we, even where we mean To mend her
we end her, When we hew or
delve: After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.
Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve Strokes of havoc
únselve The sweet
especial scene, Rural scene, a
rural scene, Sweet especial
On a morning run, I come across red fox. We stand still, appraising eachother, then as I get my camera ready, another runner comes from opposite direction -- a quick shot and this beautiful ellusive beastie darts into the bushes leaving me alone in wonder and appreciation.
Three nights ago The sentinel streetlamp In front of our house Extinguished itself. Our dim porch light struggled To keep the darkness At bay. more»
Brian T. Maurer has practiced pediatrics as a Physician Assistant for 32 years. His "Marginal Notes" column appears periodically in the Cell2Soul Blog. The title "Marginal Notes" is taken from a quote by Henry David Thoreau: "I love a broad margin to my life."
Eve Arnold who fell in love with photography after a boyfriend gave her a camera and came to be regarded as a grande dame of postwar photojournalism for her bold, revealing images of subjects as diverse as Marilyn Monroe and migratory potato pickers, died on Wednesday, January 4, 2012 in London. She was 99.
Born, Eve Cohen in Philadelphia on April 21, 1912, she was one of nine children of immigrants from Ukraine. Her father was a rabbi. At 28, she abandoned ambitions of becoming a doctor to move to New York because “That’s where the boys are,” she said.