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:
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.