Who sent me a song eight years ago on one of the most painful nights of my life—when she didn’t even know me or what was going on. “I feel like you need to listen to this,” she said. The song: Seth Avett singing Change is Gonna Come. And it did; change came. Slowly. And everything I lost was restored. So, at the final eclipse when my career changed from one thing to the next—the moment seemed to belong to Colleen, who spoke it all into existence.