Yesterday the most incredible thing happened to me. I don't know why it landed in my lap. I fear telling you, speaking it out, may weaken it. I saw a woman sitting stock still, pure and holy, motionless as I was, both of us transfixed by a crisp flock of crimson cardinals, the most I have ever seen in one spot. For five minutes I watched them before even noticing her. A mystic right under my very nose so still, so very still on the opposite creek bank that I'm still not convinced she was real. To share knowledge of her is to profane some holy mystery. And yet I am compelled to tell you she exists Crosslegged in the snow under a grove of bamboo, a basket in one hand, the other upturned. The cardinals swoop closer and closer and I saw one almost brave enough to land.