Sanctuary on tiptoe we walkedas the breaking sun rays burstforth opening upa lush green cathedral ofredwoods chanting hymns for us. ---©g.a.meeder, 2021®

My vagus nerve has notches carved into it,you can almost hear them creak when I move.Every layer is built of everyone that's made my pulse quicken,micromoments of frequencies of love that scaffold the path between my head and my heart.Parts of it you can loose your fingers in,it's both sweet and sticky to the touch,the kind of honey that's seductive until you realise you're drowning in it.Other...