Today is the first anniversary of Michael’s death. I awakened earlier than I wanted, but I’ve become used to this in the past three years of his dying and death. I find a dense fog outside my window in this near dawn light and I wonder if it will rain, for I intend to do a ritual outside in his honor. It was Michael’s birthday five days ago, and now it is his death day. I guess that it’s good that these events come so close together. I’ve taken most of the week off so that I can move into the deeper spiritual work of this time.