I can’t write right now. Is it writer’s block? Who knows what that even is? I think it’s grief. It leaks out of my fascia and bone and seeps into my veins and skin. It wants out. It wants expression, and until I can sleep a little more I cannot think or type or hold a paintbrush.

But I want to offer you inspiration. Because always, always, deep down inside we know we are never alone and life is patiently waiting for a new day, or moment. It’s coming…

When my son was little one of our favorite movies and soundtracks was The Point by Harry Nilsson. We lived across from a park and in the days after Christmas people would drop off puppies they didn’t want to keep. One day I turned into my driveway and two little dogs sat on my front porch, icicles hanging from their matted fur. I took them in, of course, and although I couldn’t keep them, I did find homes for them. I named them Oblio and Arrow, for the boy and his dog from The Point. It’s a wonderful story for children of all ages.