What I Read...

Most of us make it through to the other side of grief. We will never be returned to who we were before — we are changed, perhaps even maimed — and yet we are still here, whether we want to be or not.

The morning we wake up and notice once again the spreading pink sky of sunrise or look forward to the deepening blue at dusk is proof of our resilience. Art helps us to understand what life offers, both in the fullness of our present sorrow and in the promise of a morning after.