Photographs from my childhood come up from the depths of the basement. I’m looking for something for someone else. But, I find something for me. Happiness. Everywhere I look there are smiling faces of a young girl looking, well… happy. I glance up from the photos and out to the landscape. Where did that come from? Could it have been hiding behind that layer of hard tarnished plastic that I nailed up when I was so young? Did I shatter it seemingly out of the blue a few weeks ago when I went into my body and triumphed without thought or plan? To set the stage and stand back in amazement at the simple order of it all. So simple. So complex. So extraordinary when layers fall away and let the light back in.
