"There are days when I feel like one of Michelle's endangered chess pieces. I wish I played chess so that I could better understand the symbolism of the few pieces she has placed on her board, but it is a game I've never learned, so I have to go with the symbols and images I know . . . the uphill climb with the unknown waiting just past the horizon, the ancient myth of Sisyphus who will make the climb up the hill for all time, the game aspect of life . . . complete with winners and losers, the fickle nature of a personified Fate who simply doesn't care about fairness . . . Yet, those who don't get into the game and try to play well and against the odds face nothing but a vast brown wasteland, complete with its own rolling hills of ups and downs, but without the chance to succeed, to win. This is the drama of life, and the player who wears the mask and hovers just above the mere mortals and nearly has the wispy face of a feline beneath the mask sees all. She floats between the mortals on their chessboard of life and the ringed planet of Saturn, named for the ancient Roman god of time and the deliverer of death. If my memory serves me correctly, Saturn in Greek mythology is involved in the separation of heaven and earth. And out of the caldron  comes . . . Then, I see the butterfly, the symbol of hope, in the sky wisps . . .
This is one to be "read" and felt and rethought . . . there is much here to ponder . . .

I love it."                 -""Cathy B from Richmond Virginia