The Lost Coin
I've often written about my writing group, how much joy it brings me. Today my gratitude has to do with a member of the writing group who told me that, due to extenuating circumstances, she would not be able to commit fully to the group and needed to leave.
I was so sad when I got the news. I understood, of course, but I love our group so much, and it's largely because all of us together have such great cohesion. Every voice matters. I knew how much we would miss her voice and her presence.
Well, today we met for coffee and a walk through India Point Park, and I realized that part of the reason she left was because I sounded like a dictator who didn't allow for absences.
Sweet Lord, that's not good! I think I'd been trying to say if someone comes once every few months, it's not really helpful to us or them--but to miss a meeting or two is not a big deal! I felt so bad that I allowed for such confusion. So after that, I petitioned: please come back if you're ready, if it's something you'd like to do.
And she said, "Yeah...I think I would like to, if that's okay."
IT WAS THE BEST MOMENT! It literally made my day, more than ice cream on a field full of sunflowers (that sounds like a metaphor, but it's literal). I'm so happy that she's returning to our group this week. Rejoice!