What a most sincerely beautiful gift is this informational talk tonight! I feel the “space of refuge.” thank you!

Yes, they are your ancestors, your allies your siblings! I love that!

Yes, divine melt down of loss.

You look just exactly like the language you use, turning utterance into speech. You cheer the air. I see you. Please know that I don't just hear you, rather I become a listening for you. You create my listening for truth, for love, and for .......have you seen my keys? I just had to say that, as you also create my listening for your joy, and that delights me. I pray, from the very best essence of my heart, that you have at least quadrillions of exultations ( I made that up) which bring you delight. I don't know you, and still you have a special room in my heart where the sheets and comforters warm you, the pillows always smell, you know, the way they do when you have a delicious sleep, and through the window which is placed where, whenever you open your eyes, you see whatever will bring you joy at that moment. It is there for you whenever you need to be safe, crave solace, and will be there for you always, even if you never come . Know it is, and will always be, home. It is my honor. I'll even lead you through the woods, so you can see life from the back of my horse. Always, Jo Spiller

4:05-25 your true misandry farting through.