I feel fear. I know it in my bones. And every day when I awaken, I begin putting that momentum to good use. I make beauty, and speak in recognition of truth’s illuminations, and remembrance. And so, my fear is real; but like the feathers on these strange and unexpected wings, it becomes a path beyond itself, to a place where hope and wonder, beauty and awe still flourish… and more… reach out beyond my meager life to awaken such joy and memory in others… near and distant… known and unknown.