Many patron saints brighten my life. Most are living, and not ordained in a formal way, but informally saintly, courageous in the day-to-day, funny and grumpy. They don't require religous medals - the saints show up in the quirkiest of places - in a skein of yarn or a bunched up T-shirt - or a little clutch of leaves on a broken twig. They come to the rescue in bad dreams, and sometimes they surface in my index card art, and I call these 'holy cards'. The saints may live far away, but they're present in mysterious ways when danger lurks. I feel precious in their hearts and I treasure them too, and see myself on call for them when times are good and when times are not-so-good.