Progress has been elusive...but the conversation...outside...and in has been productive in its own ways...leading to conclusions...creating and cross synapses that have only dreamed of being fired and opening pathways of thought into metaphors and unexpected conclusions.

Five AM though...what a time for phone calls.

Prayer and sentiment mixed with hope...directed to those sick and ailing...in the body, mind and soul...so much more yet so much less...things are gathering, being blown and directed in ways most unexpected.

What is this hope?
This light daring to pierce darkest night?

Unspoken words...acknowledge and given via train of thought to those in most of need...suffocating on the lack of consideration and love...not knowing how dearly beloved you are in both thought and action. Beloved, muse and all.