Mounted to wood; ready to hang.

I love this piece. It has gone through several iterations, most recently in acknowledgement of the hope that survives even when things appear bleak. Like the birds, our minds can rise above the mire. Like a garden after rain, our hearts can drink deeply and expand. Like a song, our voices can harmonize and heal. I believe that better things are ahead. That we are in the midst of growing pains. That we will learn how to be kinder, how to care more deeply about others, how to live a life worth living.