“I think Poets and writers and those who journal are stewards of thought and guardians of memory. People dedicated to find the threshold where silence and language meet. Where beauty delights to find it’s voice and speaks up. And, when someone sends me a piece of wood from a 200 year old barn built by their ancestors, or an old door from their childhood home. It tells me that someone is being honored and someone is breaking the silence.”
– Ray Hughes
