Collect art. It’ll all work together. Some are my sketches, photos. My nieces’ work. Finds from web, a photog from here. A pic my dad took, a pastel my sis did in 72. A postcard, prints, needlepoints, etc. I have more in the hall and stairwell. At some point choices, rotations will have to be made.

It took this tiny flame over half an hour to die. It hung on, came back, over and over. We know the power of a tiny flame.

I listened to what the flame said. We don’t have to watch our voices die. We have as much strength and resilience as that flame.

Pike before he was of adoptable age. He could always pull that face.

She’s using the foot of the heater as a pillow.