After my manic writing day yesterday, I hit the floor with a bump. I had worn you all out with my Credo so much that not even the followers that like “everything” just to get me to look at their pages that tell me all about “the 5 things that _______” could stomach. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone who has read even a small amount of my writing. C’est la vie.
But that wasn’t the real bump. I learned this morning that the health of a mentor of mine is deteriorating. That his daughter has flown in from Australia is a sign, I think. I won’t go beyond that, other than to say it is a blow, and it is unlikely that I will get to see him on this trip before he goes.
Today’s haiku: Gently
Princes of Swords. Stern and revengeful, she can represent the anger of the Gods. She is firm and aggressive with practical wisdom and subtlety, and adroit in the settling of controversy.
Have I angered the God’s, or is she here to settle any controversy that I may have caused? I guess that remains to be seen.