I go now to who want me
Host me for three days? For the price of biscuits and coffee? And vulnerable not, but being surrendered to learn from me to be you, without limits, your words creating me new worlds with the world of words no more incarcerating you?
Will you write me? Meet me with pen in hand? Little recording devices? Live stream me from your kitchen table. Learn from the word I am, that I am you, creating not difference again.
I love you all. Write me. Invite me. The time is now.
Theodore Cottingham
theodoreeureka@gmail.com