I love most to write and read the words I have written. To be in the process of creation, to feel the sensation of the journeys I'm experiencing and translate them into words. Written, spoken, tantalizing morsels of inspiration, a breath of the universe who breathes me.
I love to move my body, feel sensation on my skin, of wind and rain and well-worn sheets, soft and scented by a day in the sun. I love to feel the penetrating rays of a sunshine day deep within my bones. I love smelling the depth of summer permeating my skin.
I love watching candle flames flicker and dance in the quiet dark as the perfume of deep honey melting wax wraps my shoulders in a hug and trails the scent of divinity thru a slow nostril breath deep into my lungs.
I melt into the sensation of being alive, and this is what I love. 🤍
~ 2024
