From the notebook...
13 April, 2018
7:15 AM
In the sunroom with hot coffee rightly proportioned and sourdough toast with ricotta and cinnamon—an altogether lovely breakfast. It is especially cozy to be in this particular room on a morning like today. It is pouring and it is blowing—though in such a way that the roof fans have not yet started their cranky ‘whupping.’ So for now, it’s the wet-slap staccato pounding on the windows and deck that draws me deeper down, into the corner of the short couch, into a wakefulness grounded in You. Thank you for this.
It is no less a feeling of a fullness of you than last night with the beauty of the light and the cool evening air…and yet, entirely different. Somewhere…or some-when…overnight, we moved through the bend of the Moebius strip. Outer into inner.
I love that we do in fact move…that it is at your invitation…and that we do it together.
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| Walking home through Victoria Park after transcribing this entry |
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