As I slipped into a state of being, the sky became a mirror

All morning, my backyard was beckoning me to come and relish in the glorious post-winter solstice weather. It was as if our battered, wooden double doors were indeed, the pearly gates.. but I didn’t feel deserving to go beyond them yet. I was going about my standard, procrastination chores and enduring the usual dis-jointed, mental …