He called me from the road, headed West.  He connected to my voice mail, not to me.

Moments later, I dialed into the recording.

I heard his voice, I heard his words, I heard him wanting to say something that wasn’t able to be made into words yet.

I breathed in peace.

An hour or so later, he called again. He wanted to tell me what he was seeing along the path. He wanted to tell me about his dream last night. I was so in the moment I missed asking about what it was he was trying to say, it was something about my voice mail greeting.

I wondered if he knew it was solely for him that my voice mail was created for eleven or so days ago, right before his arrival back in town.

I held the phone in my hand after we said our final words.

I breathed in peace.

Elli asked me, “Who is that guy, anyway, I mean – what is he to you? When did he show up in your life?”

“He showed up in September, and he is My Muse.”

She responded, “I know that is what you call him, but what is he?”

“Language doesn’t have the words yet to describe what he is to me.” I said.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……. “ she said, and then fell silent in understanding.

I breathe in peace.