I remember a wonderful painting teacher I had one summer at Franciscan University, the year I was pregnant with Rose. He was originally from China. He once smiled blissfully when someone wanted to paint a dragon and a phoenix. He waxed eloquent about Chinese symbolism of the male and female, the significance of the red wedding gown, and the delicious symbolic food served at a Chinese wedding party. Then the subject turned to Kwan Yin, the Chinese goddess... Read more