Because we need something like this to turn over in our minds; it’s so relevant as it’s timeless.

It’s poetic, and not cloyingly so;

This is a collection of thoughts and feelings that mean something, something that has been lived, digested, and embroidered in gold for all to see.

Because too much has been happening in real time and space, and there has been, well, little opportunity to continue reading something so timeless. Perhaps this weekend?

Not that I intend to take forever, but it’s a very timeless space, and it’s both moving me to tears and making me leap inside.

I’ve read about it so many times, over and over in all my travels. So now I am reading it and am about 11 pages in.

The words are drawing me in. I can already feel it’s something that will be read, turned over, folded in, breathed out.

Perhaps it’s not really that I am reading it, but it is feeding me, reading me.