Finding Inspiration In A Dark Time—Literally

When I was little (perhaps five or six years old) I remember lying in bed in the dark (which I was VERY afraid of) and staring at my curtains. The pattern on my curtains in daylight was gingham, which was certainly NOT what I was seeing that night.

What I saw were two children—a boy and a girl, who I suspect were Jack and Jill (yes, from the nursery rhyme), as they were climbing up the curtain with a bucket. With every two steps forward they would tumble two steps back. I remember watching th...