Just ask my dearest friends, family, I’ve fallen of many o planets, inadvertently (and also perhaps advertently) alienating myself from so many heart affirming connections.

As i returned to and reexperienced our digital dialogue, i was constantly surprised at the depths, the richness, the economy of words. Don’t get me wrong, the words were quite abundant, yet none of them felt frivolous. Everything, to me, felt genuine, thoughtful: not merely text on a screen, but rather a constellation of authentic moments, each word carrying the weight of genuine presence, each phrase dancing with spontaneous truth. Perhaps I am inflating this point beyond its natural boundaries, giddy from the insight, so I will leave it at that. After all, we are at the Well, whose direction is decidedly one of descent; therefore its imperative i keep my soles planted on the earth for this venture, and fight a constant urge to take flight in sublimatory fancies, which is quite easy to do when daydreaming of you. Speaking of which, you! Yes you!

Your question that first pierced the veil “What do you crave?”—revealed a hunger for enthusiasm. Yet beneath that surface desire lay a deeper yearning: the profound craving for meaningful connection (go figure). Despite my 12th house nature, or perhaps because of it, this longing persists like a constant companion, both blessing and wound. The rarity of such connection has often led to a kind of sacred silence, a learned hesitation in self-expression.

But then came the awakening. Inspired from our first meeting in the flesh, I set out to share myself – my sentiments, synchronicities, and golden fragments that made the weekend of April 21st so special to me – in the only way i knew how. Milembic style! Somehow, with covid goblins already fast at work decimating my front line immune soldiers, I hardly noticed and would not settle until “Approaching the Lady at the Lake” was forged and delivered.

Your responses, dear Mohita, carried the hallmarks of true presence: grace, curiosity, and an attentiveness that felt like a gift from the gods. It was for me, in the purest sense, love at first reading. Your way with words had already captivated my attention, captured my heart, throughout the various channels—birthday messages (for yourself, for me), inner circle musings, p40 shares—but this direct engagement with my first milembic offering opened a portal in me to something far more profound.