Though Saturday is pretty much my only sleep-in day, my eyes popped open at 4:59 to say, “time to go.” I woke, and in the darkened living room I did eight pieces of silk, five gold coins and the form. Then I went back to bed. It took a little while to sleep, though. The sense of energy pulsing through me was palpable and real, and by comparison the bed was chilly. Usually it’s the other way around.
Today marks 91 days – a season, roughly. I began this process in March and now it’s early June. Feels like a long time but it really isn’t. So much has changed, and so much has stayed the same.