Matins

After coffee and putting the laundry in the washer, after feeding the cats and morning ablutions, she meditates.  In perfect symmetry.  If you meet her, you will see she is filled with this.  She speaks slowly and precisely.   Not automatically or sporadically but with much thought.  She has no television, no internet.  Her home is bare, spartan.  She has no car.  Not even a bike.  She walks to work.  There is little in her closet.  She has two cats, one blind and one pregnant.  We talked about the books she was reading.  We talked about her life.

I am afraid to say so, afraid that I'll curse it, but I think I am beginning to feel better.  It has been so long I thought it could go either way.  I'm still tentative about all that.  I am a long way from owning a healthy glow. But I will walk and think and try to find some balance.  It is Sunday.  We will see.