The horrorific implications of a car crash, the shock of a diagnosis, and the drought of joy, ironically stirs within me a sizeable struggle.  Within this fight, I see opportunity forming.  A chance for life, a journey to be taken, and love to be victorious.  I carry the hope for reconciliation here, on Earth, and for whatever lies beyond. 

There is my part to play both literally and figuratively and I have, at late, checked out mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally. And for all this "time-out,"  I've stepped back on scene with a better understanding of my potential and an honesty so forthcoming that could only be brought about by such hard realities.  I wish such things didn't exist and I suppose that is where the path goes from here in the creative process, my creative process.

It is obvious to me now that, while I live, I have a story and interpretation to tell.  So this is where it starts and never ends, really.  And so I am co-producing an interpretation and attending the premiere of a film my little self helped cast.  We artists hold a bit of eternity in our hands; our wars, travels, relationships, heartbreaks, dreams, fantasies have lived and been reinterpreted for centuries through music, theatre, song, and written word.  I affirm my existence by this mantra; I am alive to help give life, live life and sustain life.