the poem that started it all:

i met my younger self for coffee at 10:15. she was late. i was early.

i wore my dark brown hair in a slicked-back bun. her hair was faded red and in her face. i had dark blue jeans on.

she wore sweatpants with a few stains. s he lets out a sigh and has a good cry. i tell her to release her feelings one at a time. the... See more

You can talk directly to the child with the language of love, saying, “In the past, I left you alone. I went away from you. Now, I am very sorry. I am going to embrace you.” You can say, “Darling, I am here for you. I will take good care of you. I know you suffer so much. I have been so busy. I have neglected you, and now I have learned a way to... See more

And here I was, in my process, all alone, years later, realising that the antidote to the fear was to meet it, to look it in the eye and ask what it wanted on my behalf. My fear was the voice of my inner child. She just wanted to feel safe. So, we sat by my inner bonfire with my inner wise elder, and I promised her that I would have her back, no... See more