In this space, today--
No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.
Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
I see you there in the corner. Book, or sketch paper, or dragon figure in hand. Busying yourself with stories or drawings or make believe.
You're there
and
I'm here.
Where I am, well, it is busy and scattered and important. I would prefer not to be interrupted, thank you. A few or ten or 60 minutes more and I'll be finished. Set aside. Complete.
So you wait.
I catch glimpses of you from the leaky sides of my eyes but I plow forward anyway. Just a few things more. Then I'll be done. And ready for you.
But then, in a moment, when I am distracted from my distractions by a Spirit wind,
I see you.
Sitting there.
In the corner.
And our eyes lock and a power beyond us seals my gaze.
And your eyes, the ones moist with anticipation and impatience and desire, that ooze love unending
they say it so simply.
Join me.
Please.
