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Soul Writing Workshop...

I had a great time at my Soul Writing Workshop today! Thank you to everyone that came.

I love getting together and hearing each others stories - we all have a story so don't try to deny it. When we share with others we're not only working on healing ourselves, but we might be the one piece of hope that someone needed.

Although we're all so different we're also so similar. As I listened to people sharing their life struggles it was like hearing my own story. I had a similar story that I could relate to, just different people. I know I've said it over and over again, but shit happens to all of us - what's important is how you deal with it. It can define you or it can make you stronger.

It doesn't matter if we just met, been life long friends, or are family; we need to be supportive of each other. There's always going to be times in life where you feel alone and think that you're the only one going through a particular battle, but remember there is no perfect person that lives a perfect life - someone is always going through something.

I want to believe that sharing is caring (that's what my 4 year old granddaughter tells me) So I will continue to share my life in hopes that I help someone change theirs.

The purpose of my Soul Writing Workshops is to support and encourage others in a group setting to move forward in their life - sometimes our battles need an army.

Hold on to what is good, even if it's a handful of earth.
-- Hopi prayer

Peace, Love, & Hugs!


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