From the day I was born, I've been a watcher. Watching everyone and everything I've come across. In my teens I became very angry about much that I was seeing. In my twenties I learned to temper my disposition via the tenants of Taoism, and the practice of Tai Chi. In my thirties I began refining the art of watching; how to see the parts that make up the whole of myself and others. As I approach forty, I am much more comfortable speaking up about the things that I see. Yet I sense that I am approaching a time when I will again watch. There is much to see, much to bear witness to in this world. And there seems to be a healing inherent in witnessing.