Time travel

A tiny step in the right direction.

I went for a walk by myself and it started to rain. I stood and watched the drops make concentric circles in the puddles left by the flood.

Hi. I’ll keep it short. I know everyone is busy right now. I wrote this Saturday, after a good night of sleep and happy dreams (a rare occurrence).

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I woke up in the strangest mood today. I’ve been annoyed (repeatedly and for the longest time) that the past continues to bubble up. I want it to be done. To be over. It’s sad, it’s icky. Can I please just live in the present and breathe?

But today is different. I have no idea why. I wrote this poem lying in bed this morning. Sometimes saying a weird thing out loud (or in this case, writing it down)—makes it feel real. Makes it feel possible. Like maybe the past can integrate peacefully with who I am now. Finally. I doubt that it’s fully resolved. But it’s where I am today and it’s a relief.

Did anyone watch the TV series Witchblade? In one episode (maybe more) they talked about time happening simultaneously. Like infinite filmstrips layered on top of one another. It’s all right there.

That’s kind of what I’m thinking here.

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Time Travel

I wish I could help my younger self
me now, stronger, wiser
I wish I could kiss her forehead, tell her everything she needed to know to survive 
with grace
instead of terror
I wish I could tell her that this claustrophobic place she was stuck inside was 
a chrysalis
to be as patient as she could be
to look for signs
of beauty and goodness
like balloons
whose strings lift her ever so slightly off the ground

I read an article about quantum physics
speculating that what we do now can echo in the past
What if it’s true?
What if love in the present can help mend what was broken in the past?

What if it already has?