Of Path and Destination. It’s a 6.

Stormtrooper soul stitched, sinew bindings zigzagging her life lines, the old woman made the arduous journey. Another vigil, vigil for the dying? “Attitude!” screamed the part of the aged one aware of her task. A knot is in need of untying; hands, nimble and gentle, were at the ready.  “Tis the season of magic and miracles, light and laughter, ’tis the season to celebrate all that was, all that is, all that will be. Outstretched arms, angel atop the tree intones, come all ye faithful…