It’s Valentine’s Day. He was a saint that stayed and played hooky for the nooky, some say. Some say, he was devout and in love with love and all it’s glory. I pray. And relay that he told and tells an endless story of truth. Of people coming together to discover themselves, rediscovering tales from youth and transmuting it into the new. A story where if I’m awake, I find a deeper version of myself, by knowing you. And so I follow the clues we set forth by intention. And reassign each dimension to align with each new version of me. And thank God, for our serendipity..
