two days ago, in the beautiful dark of morning,

before dawn, I clearly heard my name. Not many times as it happened a few weeks ago, but once. So clear, with a timbre and — although not hurried — loud-ish. With command, emphasis.


I don’t know, but will create + go where I’ve wanted to, yet haven’t: a new category for this blog


scribbling from the previous night:

Ok, so on September 1st, I read: strength and glory are in his sanctuary — then wrote

a place of worship — a place of refuge + protection — immunity


reverence, honor, respect

And not much later thought: that may be the word I need to head a new category or page for those who want it.

It’s been weeks, and although the word sanctuary continues to pop up in my life, I have done nothing.

until now