December 31, 2000
Prayer: "What is that besides a way of giving oneself permission to talk/listen to oneself? "

We have done away with the strenuous year. Next year will be the lush year, the enchanted year. There will be some regular enchantment in the cupboards, changeability, and radical acceptance. What is, is. I feel good about it.

The other night I looked Venus and the crescent moon in the face for a long time. We hardly recognized each other. "Where have you been?" I scolded them. They were guilty but not shameful. Now they've gone off again.

The other night I looked up at the Pleiades, trying to discern individuality in their fuzziness. They are my brothers and sisters. While I struggled with my eyes, a shooting star went through, with a bow on its head, trailing ribbons.

Unwrapped gifts: sitting in the kitchen with my children, I have no agenda for ten minutes.

Unwrapped gifts: snowstorm.

Greetings from incapacity
with lucid luminous lunacy
there's something over here
it's difficult but with a high degree of purity