Writing for your favor

I am home and tracing the marvel of you.  still in disbelief for the ones that left these last months. but feeling your glance again.  How near and dear you are.  

Lord please take my wick.

working my day somewhat rugged somewhat lovely my purple workout dress and blazer. I love it wihen things feel tight Lord.  Yesterday I worked myself up like a storm.  Dialing in online.  Doing everything I could.   Ending with a weeping chest and my cold exacerbated.  Michael and his needles filled my heart with glee. So good to be known. So good to have covering.

And Nephty again assigned me to write.  

Tabernacle-ing at Chocolaté with just enough juice in the Mac and a bowl of soup.

I want to give up all the chaff.  I've been doing so much chaff lord with online and rigs.   Finding a spot to tape my first Facebook Live.  Feeling rough and worn.  

Thank God For Sunset and Michael my old Acupuncturist of almost 20 years.   Him letting me be me and being so excited for all the Molly thing.s. I love how he asks questions. I love how he traces my thoughts.  

Lord help me stay tender.  Praying for my man I'll meet some day.   Wanting it just to be lovely. To be strong To go all the way.  

Grateful for spectacular and solid men in my life.

my sensei at work he calls me his sensei.   For Michael my long time sage.