This makes me so happy, Barri - that you guided these women into writing as a tool in only the way *you* can. And those trees.....so much witnessing - xox
The Redwood calls to me. How does one be so intentional? Is not running what I know best? My mother never taught me to be, to be still, to breathe in the deep knowing of my soul. Yet, this Redwood cries out to me to be still, to listen, to tune in, to take a moment, to just be, and "delight" in knowing that we are all "Dorthy." We all have ruby red slippers but never trust that we have the power to click them together and go home - home to our heart where the healing awaits our arrival. I hear the Redwood whispering, "come home." Pam Monjar
Love this and love the Circle you offer
This makes me so happy, Barri - that you guided these women into writing as a tool in only the way *you* can. And those trees.....so much witnessing - xox
Love the way YOU witness and cheer me on. Thank you.
The Redwood calls to me. How does one be so intentional? Is not running what I know best? My mother never taught me to be, to be still, to breathe in the deep knowing of my soul. Yet, this Redwood cries out to me to be still, to listen, to tune in, to take a moment, to just be, and "delight" in knowing that we are all "Dorthy." We all have ruby red slippers but never trust that we have the power to click them together and go home - home to our heart where the healing awaits our arrival. I hear the Redwood whispering, "come home." Pam Monjar
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