I might be blushing. But I won’t say.

I am a loyal followers of your words. In includes your heart. And it is genuine. I’ve bookmarked the hell out of your work because I see the fire. I dig the fire. I respect the fire. I cannot keep up with the fire. And that is not your fault. I have a special relationship with bookmarks for this reason. Spread the fire.

Thank you for your words. I am coming out of a cave. Not a bad one. A healing one. I fold myself into my cocoon and nurture myself, let nature take my attention, let my dreams cover my reality & heal. To unwrap myself of my safe cocoon & into your words…well. You know how much I appreciate them. How much I’ve appreciated you. I’ve been vocal. Thank you for the reminder. Of course, I’ve forgotten in any way I’ve contributed to your spirit. I have a genuine affection for some people here in this space. You are one of those ppl. And it’s times like now that I’m glad I expressed my heart previously. Not to get it back in a selfish way. But to receive a hand or a light in a lost space. To be encouraged. When. If. The time came.

All this to say, I’ve needed it. And I’m grateful. Man, you are good! Whatever it is, keep spreading that fire. I sit in awe at the blaze.