I’d be fine tossing 2016 as far away from memory as possible. Tested by heartache after heartache, and now so many neighbors disconnected. Yet, my job remains to sell peace, to inspire through art, how to be authentic and free…

Just, what to do about the sadness? The hopelessness this winter of our discontent. Christmas a classic downer, but this trimming the tree unbearable, all sparkling lights and little faith left to hang the angel.

Be with your pain. Be the waves of sadness and strange twists of pure love. Because haven’t we also experienced this year—some of the most beautiful and poignant times of our life? Haven’t we lit the candle, in spite of it all… And believed.


Peace On Earth,