Friends

​Just like that, tomorrow I’m co-facilitating a poetry ‘’meetup’’ during WDS. Just like that. A new friend I met this past Thursday night, when he found out I was a poet said, ‘’hey, we should to a meetup together!’’ It seemed like a sweet idea except I didn’t move on it. But the thought lingered…
 
This morning we were sitting side by side and I almost leaned over and whispered, “maybe we’ll do that poetry thing next year…”
 
Yeah.
 
So.
 
Later on, I see him at the Highly Sensitive People Lounge (you read right), I’m slinking myself into a hammock and I see him tapping away at his computer. “Oh, hey! I’m sending a proposal for our meetup tomorrow. 2pm on the steps of the church.’’
 
Wha?!
 
Done.
 
I love it.
 
Thing is, this new friend, he’s like me. And the sweet thing is that I wasn’t being me when I hesitated and fortunately he, in being himself, uplifted me into myself.
 
How lovely is that? I get the benefit of another one’s being.
 
Amen.
 
Sweet home.
 
Damn straight.
 
All right.
 
Friends.