Sometimes there is a clear path we march along, our heads held high, our goal in sight. But more often we are led down the abstract way where the twists and turns are so jagged that we can't see our way forward. We keep moving along because we have no choice…that is what life asks of us.

As we take each step our journey is fueled by the hope that the answers we seek are up ahead…just around the bend of the abstract way.

Chapter 59-Edward Hopper

I am reminded of Edward Hopper's painting Morning Sun, where a woman sits on a bed in an otherwise empty room, the sun pouring in from a nearby window. It is classic Hopper in its starkness, light and shadow. But what is strongest about my memory of the painting is my curiosity-whether the woman is sad and lonely or feeling hopeful as she looks out the window to the world outside? Anyone watching me right now could probably ask the same question.