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From Saturday’s Morning Pages, unedited:

“Sometimes, after the coffee has cooled, I see the steam rising. This, momentus day, cleaning the room would be good. How about a Saturday to be free from who I think I am? Like dismissed, invisible. All the hummingbirds and kitties see me. This day has come to fetch me, to note me. Neither dismissed nor invisible. See! The Saturday buddha has come to play. Like Jeff Beck, like sweet coffee.

Like the embarrassment of riches, the sound of doors closing, opening. Each magic moment. Love light.”