It was the first day of writing class.
We were going around the table to introduce ourselves.
“I want to give you two of my stories,” she said. “I want you to tell me if they’re any good or not. If I’ve got no shot at getting published, I don’t want to waste my time with the class.”
She didn’t like my answer.
Read MoreWhen I’m in a guided meditation and someone says, go to a place where you feel safe, go to your sacred space, I go to this place in my mind that requires first a walk through the forest. I am always barefoot on this walk, but the path is soft with pine needles.
I reach a clearing and in that clearing is a small cabin.
There is firewood stacked up outside.
Read MoreWhen you lie back in your tub of water.
When you walk in the woods.
When you light a candle and sit in the prayer chapel and breathe.
When you allow yourself to be still, you are aware of your self, and when you are aware of your self, you are in the presence of God.
Read MoreI was recently in a small class setting.
We went around the circle making introductions, but instead of sharing the usual information, we were asked to share a story about ourselves.
The woman sitting to my right told her story but as she talked, she unexpectedly hit a pocket of pain and she started to cry.
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