If Ra and I met at a coffee shop, it would look something like this… Her beautiful eyes would gaze at me with patient kindness as I shared with her the pain that weighs me down and makes it hard for me to breath.
She would tell me that I am loved, even when I can’t see it or feel it. She would tell me to keep writing because I’m good at it, even on the days I don’t believe I am.
We would talk about books and writing and goin on adventures. And after words are exhausted and all coffee consumed, the real adventure would begin.