April 2, 2018

Twittering of birds through the one open window. Holy Week was meaningful this year as it has not been in a long while. The demon vanished like smoke. Sitting in the dark on Holy Saturday I had a vision of myself as a vast pavilion through which the moon passed in all its phases, led by one golden and full. The Sunday services were barely endurable, because of exhaustion, but endured they were, and we are delivered to a new morning. Easter brunch with DJ at Avenue M.