Ma Lou, my Father and my Grandmother have died. Their absences are a constant reminder of death’s finality. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust—cremation returns my family to the world. My loved ones’ ashes are inextricable from my dark, dusky dystopian landscapes. In the mysterious flow of life – where wounding, death and loss are our constant companions - I live with ghosts, and with the hope of resolution through love.

In the “Dark Night” it is difficult to see and the only certainty is obscurity. God’s relationship with me is hidden from my consciousness. I do not understand my journey but trust that I am loved unconditionally, and that I will be healed and transformed. In the pure, comforting and all‑encompassing darkness, I am led mysteriously to who I am.