I can’t reciprocate, I don’t have a depth to disclose in the same way
But I hope I can hold your story with honor and reverence, acceptance and compassion
I have a simple story, as the older prodigal I was invited to the party and by grace came in around 19. I found the party was for me, too, and have been trying to learn how to dance ever since,
It’s been decades of lonely traveling, writing poems, painting dreams, pasting photos in albums, binding sketchbooks and capping bottles of tears
And I hope you’ll let me share them with you, maybe not in a five hour coffee-turns-to-dinner-date, but slowly, day by day, weaving our lives together, a tapestry of lavish beauty and praise.
