Though the simple joys may be just out of grasp for your hands, or perhaps your eyes find no solace in holding an object in their gaze, you bring me joy in witnessing your journey, in holding your words in the safety of my mind. This joy you give to me is also yours, and I’ll hold it for you and feel it for you and let it always be yours. Namaste, Dear One. I see you.

I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.