Dave Eggars writes in the introduction to David Foster Wallace’s huge ( emotionally and physically – 1079 pages ) novel, Infinite Jest, about “a constant tragic undercurrent that concerns people who are completely lost – lost within their families, lost within their nations, lost within their time and who only want some sort of direction or purpose or sense of community and love.” This seems universal. After digging through Infinite Jest a number of times, never to finish, I can understand the commitment necessary to forge a connection to others or to the divine through creative expression. Is this my answer? Investigating and committing to photography and writing with a quest for love are encouraged by yoga. These postures, after years of practice, seep deeper and deeper into my heart allowing the art to emerge. Sometimes I’m sore, but mostly these days, I’m inspired. The asanas have become established within me inducing a clearing for the expression that seems more important than ever. Love.