The night sky is filled with brilliance and then as my eyes adjust I see the tail of this legendary comet. It seems to breathe across the sky only to disappear somewhere in time. Tonight it is a little less bright and close than earlier this month, but still it is here on this Easter, the resurrection of the Holy Spirit. It beams us towards the historical and ultimate in its timeless still fashion, frozen in front of me in the cool blue sky. What is it that draws me to look for it each night? Since I first heard of its visit, it has seemed to bring me back to that place where truth was guided by a star. I feel the comet as a being, a presence to herald something powerful for the planet, and I wish for a greater clarity to be possible for all of us in this more than precipitous time in history, and for the safety and health of birds and the river and the trees. Tonight, I hold witness for them, give them a shape with charcoal or drops of color on the page. I am here to carry their image inside of myself like some cellular hope for the future cast into tiny designs, for safekeeping. Small praises for their great significance in my life. The sky in New Mexico is abundant with layers of shimmering magic and clear constellations. It envelops you with safety, and a certainty of infinity.