I watch the crows and ravens off the loading dock at work. There is the garbage garage across the way. I notice that they eat a lot of refuse, things that I normally would not give much value too. I have seen them take a stale crust of bread, and dip it in water to make it palatable.

With this diet you would think that they would be impoverished in looks and health. They have made a living out of turning the detritus of the world into vibrant, squawking, black, beauty.

I see them and I am inspired, Can I look into myself and see what has grown from the emotional, psychological garbage that has permeated my life up to now ? I can bemoan the fact that I didn’t get what I needed to mature into a full, healthy, capable individual, or I can take the dried up crust of the past, and make it into sustenance to grow my future.

I look in the mirror today, and I see vibrancy, beauty, and a light that is so bright that it appears black to me.

I have come to appreciate that black is light, and light is black.