To paraphrase poet Mary Oliver's oft-quoted question, what art do I plan to make with the last part of my wild and precious life?

Famed dancer and choreographer, Agnes de Mille once said, "The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark"

This "being in the dark" is a familiar—but not altogether ferocious—fiend in between the precious few moments of clarity. The dark, as I have discovered, can be a quiet refuge, as a womb, just biding time waiting for birth.