I travel down into my chest where a great door opens before me. And so I enter to find a color-lit room filled with orbs of light and stained glass windows and so much beauty. I’m not sure I come here enough. Looking closer, there is darkness in the corners and dust in the air and a need for companionship. I let cleansing smoke drift up and about to dispel the stagnation and to heal. I sing a song of invitation to let in the beings that can make this place safer and to make it more appealing to others. I sing a song of gratitude that this sanctuary is here for me … always.
This is my journey
— Nate Long “Owl”