Since the accident I have had no zip for writing or art. I've been busy with the after effects of trauma. Family love and care, doctors and therapists have brought me to a place of return and recognition. I saw an add for Color Reform ABC carpets in the NYT's Magazine. It was art I wanted to look at and study simply because of the pleasure it gave me. I cut the page out and placed it by my favorite coffee mug and pot of pens. Today, I'm going up the stairs I fell down. My studio is there waiting to be cleaned and arranged and opened for whatever comes next. Creativity has shown itself as a strength that cannot be shook, rattled or rolled out of my body, mind or spirit. Good day, today.