In 2016 my best friend died of cancer. I sat at her bedside a few weeks before and said, "Mich, this is not how I thought the story would end." She pressed my hand, answering, "Neither did I?" A few weeks later she was gone. This loss has turned me upside down and inside out. Not just the loss of my lifelong friend and soulmate-sister but the overwhelming groundlessness accompanying her loss. Suddenly nothing made sense. All my belief structures and conceptual models simply collapsed. The only statement I could make with any real conviction was, "I don't know". With that there was little left to say. Little to write. Little to create. I gave away my loom, my paints, my art boards and supplies. My well of creativity just ran dry, replaced by an edge of cynicism and apathy. What would my sister tell me to do? I didn't know. She was gone. I couldn't pick up the phone and hear the reassurance of her voice or lean into her