I have this pair of earrings that sit on the windowsill.  They are broken but their beauty is such that I cannot make myself throw them away.  When I get into a cleaning mood, when I just want to create some space, I almost reach for them.  But then the light … yes, always the light … will strike the pieces revealing a uniqueness that once tossed I will never find again.  That is the thought that came to mind this morning as I found this image on my camera.  I often have trouble labeling a photo but instantly the words “broken light” appeared in my head.  And those two words brought to mind an inspiring blog, Broken Light: A Photography Collective.  The site presents the powerful words and images of those living with, or affected, by mental illness.  If you have not had a chance to view Broken…