Carol Campbell

Carol’s commitment to education, broadcasting and performance is framed in human rights pursuits. Her work includes award winning theatrical contributions aimed at ending gender oppression. Most recently, Carol began teaching at Germanna Community College and NOVA Community College. Carol travels regionally as a lecturer and a dramaturg, combining performance with discussion of multiple issues, including trauma and healing. She is a regular blogger on Medium and published a book on channeling your inner goddess, Return to Wellness: The New Book of Crone Stones, in 2011.

Seed People

I’ve always been able to see faces in things. Yes, of course in clouds, like the ones that trail into my view from the bay window, the purple and pink sea horses and scoop-necked swans swimming across a windy sky while I listlessly watch the UPS truck trying to get down the driveway. But I sometimes freak out my friends when I describe the green man in the woods or the child’s face in the dark, green holly leaves. Layla says I should go back to school to get my art degree, implying that cutting hair isn’t artistic enough.

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Carol Campbell

Carol’s commitment to education, broadcasting and performance is framed in human rights pursuits. Her work includes award winning theatrical contributions aimed at ending gender oppression. Most recently, Carol began teaching at Germanna Community College and NOVA Community College. Carol travels regionally as a lecturer and a dramaturg, combining performance with discussion of multiple issues, including trauma and healing. She is a regular blogger on Medium and published a book on channeling your inner goddess, Return to Wellness: The New Book of Crone Stones, in 2011.

Seed People

I’ve always been able to see faces in things. Yes, of course in clouds, like the ones that trail into my view from the bay window, the purple and pink sea horses and scoop-necked swans swimming across a windy sky while I listlessly watch the UPS truck trying to get down the driveway. But I sometimes freak out my friends when I describe the green man in the woods or the child’s face in the dark, green holly leaves. Layla says I should go back to school to get my art degree, implying that cutting hair isn’t artistic enough.

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