The path has remained open and the conversation and the healing continues. I feel a warmth in the heart chakra. Today wrote chapter on Angle’s moves, ends with the lines of the wounded heart—the cyborg. Our conversation touches on the stars—the star folk. The islandmind balks. the conversation continues as I walk down the road to the Moran’s. It is dusky. Aren’t you the girl who spoke to the stars> Who said—if you are out there—talk to me—I will listen? Gently chiding. Bringing the subject around again. I walk into the Moran’s kitchen. there was a huge vase full of lilies—pink with red dots on them—a lovely fragrance. Siobhan came up. I said—these are lilies, aren’t they? She said yes—stargazers. I almost laughed out loud—confirmation, Denis would call that. The red honeycomb net behind the eyelids. Came home, there’s email from Eric Smalley—has editors of Wired interested in a story on Glide.