I miss being able to sing. It was a big part of my world, something I gratefully enjoyed doing for more than fifty years. It was always rewarding and a great and safe vehicle where I could display and express my emotions. Freeing and cathartic are two words that come to mind, woven deep in each opportunity to sing. But time and Parkinson's disease have taken their toll and dramatically altered the landscape of my life. My singing days are long gone, given way to a treasure chest of cherished memories. But the Lord has graciously gifted me with other opportunities to bare my soul. It's been about four years since writing came in search of me. Since then, I've been peering out through different "shades" and have been immersed in the use of the written word. Beginning with essays that resonated deep within me, I soon discovered there were others who were also affected by my efforts. My hope is that today, as you find yourself in the "shade," something you may read will land on your heart and simply brighten and add to your day. Love to you, Ray Bost