This week has been a piece of work.

a predawn meditation series such a living passion, i cannot see it yet

the discovery of cuts that don’t just cut away but let in light

a dark epiphany, a cerebral epiphany, and a light epiphany all in this one day

joy in rose-patterned fabric and roses on a wall

a sundance of teachers

they dig so deep, they give so much

a friend on familar ground with familiar family and familiar dog--such a deep curious heart, and game to offer her extra eyes

a shimmering Little Shop of Horrors--that intangible magic structure of moments of performance

it’s all awfully like love isn’t it