Sit Spot, Day 10

More good gatherings yesterday with the family.

I fell asleep several times last night as I completed my work, so my planned evening sit was abandoned in favor of bed, my first missed sit. I can see it in all of us, the grief exhausting our bodies, driving us to sleep. A cocoon of memory and mourning, growing into our new reality. This new version of the world without him.

Sat this morning, 8:30-8:50.

I was suprised to see the new inch of growth on what I believe to be a maple sapling growing under the pine I sit in. One of its slender blonde branches lies against the dark pine trunk that the flicker crashed into, and I had been watching the slow daily advancement of new growth rising from some leaflets on its end. During my few-days' absence from sitting in the tree, the extension has emerged entirely from the little cluster of leaflets, and has proven to actually be several new perfect little branches.

The birds were busy in song this morning, though I couldn't identify them by song alone and only got a couple of glimpses through the branches and needles.