Humility, like darkness, reveals the heavenly lights.

-Henry David Thoreau

I have been thinking a lot about the nature of waiting.  Thumbing through a few things tucked away from a year ago, I stumbled upon a self-portrait drawn by WJ at school.  It is hard for me to look at this sketch.  His teachers told me that when they asked him why he was covering his face in black, WJ said that he was drawing long hair that covered his face, all but one of his eyes.  They believed maybe he was imagining one of his Rock Star fantasies; many Rockers do have long hair.

But when I looked at this drawing, I recognized the image right away. That great darkness, broken only by an empty place.