John Chianelli, Writer

Hallelujah

This past spring we took a trip to Sedona Arizona as a family. As Josh, Diane and I looked over the mountains, it was like we could see for enternity. Out in the distance the Chapel on the Hill was snuggled in the moutain calling us to the cross. Today is 2 of 16. Continue reading “Hallelujah “

Find Me Father

Let your light shine down on me is one of my favorite songs. As I am still listening for his direction I think of his light surrounding my every moment. 1 of 16.

Que réserve l’avenir?

(Que réserve l’avenir? translation, What does the future hold) Looking back and it is impossible to see, brooding about how things could have been, The regrets, the time and the habits of the past, keep us stuck in the win. Looking back it is impossible to see. Brooding about how things could have been, ItContinue reading “Que réserve l’avenir?”

Started with a pickle

Saturday mornings were made for farmers markets. I was surrounded by crisp fall air, sounds of the waves crashing on the rocks from the lake and the bustle of people their dogs and cloth bags. I really wasn’t sure what to get from the farmers today. There was no recipe in mind or even aContinue reading “Started with a pickle “

Where the end becomes the beginning

A Triolet…from the end to the beginning.

En garde!

Me, my camera and how I see the world. Classical Fencing Society @ Marquette University. Milwaukee, Wisconsin DancePartners

Duplicity

Me, my camera and how I see the world Ponte Vecchio Bridge Florence, Italy Mirror

Smooth as glass

Me, my camera and how I see the world Arno River, Florence Italy Mirror

Snowy White Owl

I was visting my friend Craig this weekend who is an art collector. He has a vast collection of art, collectables and pottery. This rare vase is part of his Ephraim Pottery Collection. Snowy White Owl is 1 of 5 in the country. This arts and craft movement pottery is made in Wisconsin. Named afterContinue reading “Snowy White Owl”

Childhood trauma leads to lifelong chronic illness — so why isn’t the medical community helping patients?

Originally posted on ACEs Too High:
When I was twelve, I was coming home from swimming at my neighbor’s dock when I saw an ambulance’s flashing lights in our driveway. I still remember the asphalt burning my feet as I stood, paralyzed, and watched the paramedics take away my father. It was as if I…