Unable to see, I turn on the lights every morning, and light a candle, here in the studio, and listen to the voices. Tales of violence and injustice, killings and hatred, but also the soaring moments, the deep compassion of our communities. Yet at 6:45, the sun is at such an angle, that light hits through the doorway, and for about an hour, it’s just me and the light, sitting peacefully, something we all share. To return this, I wrote these songs, of all my best work. I’ve been silenced so long, but please enjoy these moments, when I had the strength, and the ability, given by my Mom, to reach toward the light, and will again.