Dear M.

Hanging out with the neuro-pathways describes it oh so well. For me, it's like hanging loose with old, familiar friends. Being me with nothing to prove. Kicking back and shooting the shit with no particular place to go. Open to whatever. Could be light. Could be heavy. Could be laughter. Could be tears. Then one day realizing that I've moved on and don't hang anymore.

Thanks for taking me deeper, M.

C.

P.S. Erica, just read your post after posting mine. Thank you for your sunny rays and insights!