As the sun rises, I take Lenore out to the barn and I see the light envelop my farm, and I take the deepest breath and am grateful for the experience of life. Every day a renewal, every day an opportunity. Mary Muncil, my spiritual counselor and friend, cautions me that life is not a battle, not a struggle. Yet I have not completely shed the notion of myself as a warrior for my own life, fighting every day to believe in myself, to open up, to accept the challenge of life and change, and to seek out the light and color of the world. A part of me comes from the darkness, and a part of me still respects and is connected to it.

Some artists remind the world of darkness, some remind people of the light. I’m going for the latter, as there is a huge crowd doing the former.