Much has been said about the “voice of depression.” It is a voice that speaks despairingly about the whole of ones life no matter how good parts of it may be—a voice so loud and insistent that when it speaks, it is the only sound one can hear. I know that voice well. I have spent long days and nights listening to its deadly urgings. Less has been said about the life-giving fact that, as poet Theodore Roethke writes, “In a dark time, the eye begins to see.”            -Parker Palmer