"when good days came i would try to contain them gently the way flour remains in the sifter until you turn the handle. time, time. i was a sweet sifter in time and no one ever knew" --naomi shihab nye
Keep writing in the dark: a record of the night, or words that pulled you from the depths of unknowing, words that flew through your mind, strange birds crying their urgency with human voices,
or opened as flowers of a tree that blooms only once in a lifetime:
words that may have power to make the sun rise again.
