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Some days I am overcome with visions of my past. Like layers of paint on an old house I have gone over and over the cracks in my life to protect and hide my weakness's. Don't we all? Soon we all tire of touching up our imperfections, and as the paints starts to crack rather than go over it one more time, we let it fade and peel away. Silently and slowly we start exposing all that is wrong with us. How beautiful it is to stumble upon these imperfect objects, to have the light shine on them for what they really are, ugly shelters, holding so much more than anyone could have ever imagined.