I can barely remember back to morning...cats...sun...watering herbs outside...
The day has been more busy than contemplative---until almost dusk, when I went and sat by my beloved's grave, moving slowly so as not to scare the nearby rabbit, and prayed for healing for a few specific individuals; and for our country.
Oh, and it is geting clear that I am being invited back out into the world: I had a visit/interview with someone this morning who wants to explore the Imaginal work, perhaps by organizing a workshop for me to teach. For the first time in a long while my ears perkup pleasantly at the thought. Perhaps it is something I can do in this world even as it is falling apart.
Falling asleep at the keyboard (no doubt absorbing the vibes of two nearby lightly-snoring cats.)