Been watching you since your beginnings, when you were seeing a few things truly, moved by what was apparently a sincere desire to seek further into truth, and share that experience, conversation or journey with others…
There are those who sleep; and there are those who are called to dwell in the divine in-between. They go by many names: Monks, Poets, Artists, Writers, Singers, Nuns, Parents, the Sick; all those who sit upon the edges, the sacred company of holy insomniacs; ghosts…
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand…
