Here's an offering. A kiss.

A hand to hold. Someone willing to listen.

To sip the silence and cuddle the question of how to better manager your fears.

Here's a thought: the uniqueness of your experience is as wondrous as the silver barked baobab. This branch grew through famine. This through abuse. Whole families buried inside... me and you.

A cultural treasure. A safe space in a forest of shadow.

Many are my constellations. Bird calls and whale songs. Volcanic sunlight. Plant medicine and simple pleasures.

No thumb print is the same. Even if we share a given name.

All that words cannot contain.

A mattress of books open to every favorite page.

To sleep on a stage. Dreams project interpretations

of every highlighted phrase.

Project dreams how bodies interpret what every rhythm means.

What do fishermen dream? When they fall asleep in their boats?

The dream from the shore is not held by land.

Hold this. Here, hold this in your hand.