Image: Scott Stulberg

I sit and write because it is the way. The words come calling like a ping alerting me of good news. The sound reminds me of the path and to remain there, and then you arrive like the sun illuminating the skin, a full moon in the dark pointing the way. I know the sound of you the way I know magic; both aligned with the breath of God. I open myself and allow you to enter that I might come to know intimacy.