Noneday Do you know sacred place in sevensie’s space? A time of no-time? When calendars flee? Breath, unfettered, appreciates all, exists between, within Noneday, all dwells without names, only senses attuned, communed. In wordless apprehension, music of wind travels skin sings stories scent of cinnamon. Note:  The word Noneday came to me today when I…