La Japoneisa: My Prune Day...or Remains of My Last Week's Dinners and Remains of the Past

Last night the staff meeting was opened by Bo sharing about what a nice poop she's just had. On the same note I offered to stay at the house and work there, clean up and tidy, because I had planned a Prune Day for today.
For about a week I was experiencing a bowel-non-movement and so Annie, to my deepest pledges, returned from a shopping trip with a bag of prunes and a box of soya milk (which actually had nothing to do with the Prune Day itself) for me and I was ready (regardless of possession or not of soya milk) to begin the purgation.
I began to clean, swept the floors, hang the futons and ate prunes.
There was a moment when I looked five months pregnant, and then indeed there were moments of subtle ache and sudden lightness.

Subtle ache was brought, together with the remains of last week's dinners, also on the virtual wings of technology and its impact surprised me in midst of all this air of calmness and freedom of being. I believed, and very much enjoyed, the peace of all previously accounted moments, though a great storm went through, vandalized those parts of my heart and left them deserted. And dead ashes remain.