Dear sisters, As I start typing I also start counting and as I already pause my writing in order to count there are twenty-seven words and I think of what to make of this number and if these twenty-seven, now forty-four, words could have been used in a better way…

THE PAST LIPS ARE NOT DECEASED Why not look at the beauty your memory holds,  so nourishing that light can be. The past’s lips are not deceased. Let them comfort you if they can.  – Kabir (c.1440 – 1518)