There are 5 days left in the belfry, and I believe I will miss the bitter smell of old wood and pigeon remnants, my trembling body on unfixed ladders, the unmatched stillness of dawn.  I have prayed for the waking of my own heart, the liberation of those in between spaces of being, for the manifestation of truth for all those within earshot, and beyond.  The letters of support and connection that so many of you have sent are treasured.