i love sundays as a day of rest… my body knows it’s sunday like a horse instinctively knows the way home… it’s been such a wild and wooly week with my car rupturing, and then my eye rupturing followed by emergency surgery to save the eye, a pilgrimage home, daily visits to the hospital, being tended by so many angels holding me in the light and now a day of being sleeping beauty, of being still in the darkness, of contemplating mystery…