Sunday passed

Sunday passed. The desire to sleep was my most noteworthy feeling today. I did laundry and the dishes, paid a bill, filled the hummingbird feeder, wiped down the tub and the toilet, emptied the refrigerator of rotting food and took two naps. I read a couple of chapters in a book about a woman and her walk along the Road of Saint James. That seemed like something I'd be doing myself any day now just a few weeks ago. Change came and now that possibility seems remote. There's an owl out there tonight that makes me remember the wild antics of the two I heard two weeks ago now during the ceremony. I remember  the singing of the shaman and her son. Now, it's time for integration. Integration and sleep.