REUNION

in which we find me talking to myself, again.

The question asked by

Beth Kempton

is:

If you were to be reunited with your younger self, face-to-face, for one night only, where would you go, what would you do, and what would you say to them?

This week?
I'm letting go after the seven week Ink + Flame.
Letting go of fixed ideas. Of mess on my table. Of genres and poetry. Of writing crafted things. Of waking up early. Of being on time.

And I'm also hugging on to some things.
Friends made. Community uncovered. Joy of filling new notebooks. Timeless time in a café. Reading everyone's writing. Being inspired. Laughing and allowing.

And I am cheating. I wrote something at the start of this year, to a much younger me. Not words of advice, but a simple thank you letter.
Without that younger me (who's still here, of course) I wouldn't be here either.

It's not a new thing. But If we went somewhere so I could read it out loud to him/me, we'd go down to Spurn Point, by the lighthouse (as was) and watch the sea meet the estuary and the sand turn to dunes and the driftwood gather as the ships slip by.

It's called "Dear Me". Thank you for being this group. For Soul Circle. For Beth. For all of it. And for reading this.