DAY TWENTY-NINE

I'm startled by the late afternoon December sun. Mary's profile as seen in the shadow is what I have been working toward. It reminds me of the shadows on the wall of Plato's cave that suggest the guessed but not seen essence.

"The hint half guessed, the gift half understood is Incarnation.

Here the impossible union.

Of spheres of existence is actual,

Here the past and future

Are conquered, and reconciled,"

T.S. Eliot "The Dry Salvages" from "Four Quartets" written in Gloucester, Massachusetts.

day thirty-seven

day one        two            three          four             five                                 week one  

 six               seven          nine             ten                                                    week two              

 eleven        twelve                                                                                       

 sixteen   seventeen    eighteen  twenty                                                        

twenty-four   twenty-five  twenty-six  twenty-seven  twenty-nine                            

thirty-seven (hole in the marble)                                                      

forty    fifty-three  fifty-eight    fifty-nine   sixty-one   

sixty-two sixty-five

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