"Soul travel simply means the ability to travel as Soul." -- Harold Klemp

Blog,

how are you? Thank you for putting up with me. My mom got me basil plant and yesterday we got out toes done. I am thankful for her.

I am thankful for you, blog.

I am a handful sometimes.

I want to be held in the morning.

Let me try to write you my bewilderment:

If a friendship is any good

it will always be good.

Last night I dreamt my friend Thomas and I ate sandwiches.

I miss Thomas, I love him.

I am glad he is in my dreams, small offering.

Blog, when was the last time you gave someone something wrapped in your hands?

When was the last time you released darkness to light,

the last time you arrived late like a lost and buried sound?

The last time you walked barefoot and thought of a song

to keep your steps soft.

The era when you were afraid of waking

the gentle body sleeping beside you.

The era when love arrived at night

to give you back your body, to sleep soundly.

When was the last time you received flowers ?

When was the last time you asked someone if you could kiss them goodbye?

When was the last time you sat on a friends porch, just to say hello. Hello.

Hello, my friend.

Hello, blog.