"MEMOIRS OF AN of OPIUM EATER": Sixteenth Day, Month of the Sheep Today I went to the Temple of the Sun Goddess and was fortunate enough to see a service led by the high priestess Meiyo. She is very old, and does not hold services on any regular schedule.
She is a tiny woman who moves with such grace and delicacy
that she does not seem to walk, but float along. Although I have
seen the ceremony she performed hundreds of times in my life, it
was as if her very simplicity reinvented it for me. While she was
speaking, it felt as if sunlight was falling on my soul.