The creative life is not a straight line. There is no map for making, only an orientation. It’s a poetic, unpredictable spiral. It’s the discipline of returning to the same practices again and again, regardless of circumstance. No matter how flourishing your life as a maker is, or how successful you are, you don’t ever “arrive.” But the reaching for that horizon is what brings us forward, and enlivens us, and frees us from the danger of indifference, pessimism and depression. It is never too late. Participation in creation carries all the possibility inherent in a shift in perspective, and is visible now, in the night sky.