December 23, 2022

It is a great storm of rain and winds, and I am resting fully, often sleeping, being healed gradually, with a calm, glowing expression I feel, ‘though little voice. And then the sun brightens, so brightly, I let my eyes open; it is so luxurious.

It does not look like I will go to the gift shop before Christmas. When I’d planned to go there again for a gift, I wasn’t looking to buy another angel. I’ve been happy with the one I got last year on the highest shelf of my library. This year I find again I am the

angel

*a (modern) haibun or haibun variation: a haibun is a prose poem that includes haiku