Evidence of time travel captured in the background…
Recently, a friend told me of an exercise he read about several years ago. It had to do with empowering oneself within the memories of childhood. Basically, if you had a bad experience when you were a child, you could somehow change the outcome of it. It is an act of imagination – the Now You returns to help the Little You.
An interesting idea.
Naturally, I found myself roaming through the memories of my own childhood
Now Me, looking for Little Me..
And then I stopped.
In a way, I am already doing this.
At the center where we volunteer..
I see myself in some of the kids in our art class.
The quiet ones.
The lonely and the ignored.
I seek them out
and I think that the words I would have spoken to Little Michele
are the same words that I share with them.
Time travel is possible, but it is not an act of the imagination..
it is an act of love.