I like the idea of being a day behind. As I wrote two months ago, one of my hopes for the coming season of ascending light (it was at a solstice gathering) was to change my relationship with time. Having always been focused on getting things done (and mostly on some deadline of some sort), and having managed anxiety by making sure I’m always very, very busy, I’m working on letting what comes to me, at least in my creative pursuits, come to me, and making sure I have enough open time for the surprises of the muse to get through.
So getting yesterday’s haiku up on my blog today is fine.
Low winter sun draws
Spruce shadow a spruce again
Barren season bared.
Grace Mattern 