this morning i thought about wanting to find a therapy group
for old women who always wanted to become something. An artist, a writer. A formal Student of the Universe
and never did.
old women who DID become mothers, grandmothers and then, if lucky, great grandmothers. While still harboring the urge. and so, never quite giving their all. just their some.
reconcile
MONDAY, June 5
i love all the responses. I wish we could be EveryThing, right? To become a therapy group we would need to be Real time and that's something beyond my reach. We would also need a facilitator. We would need to ask the Universe for that. Maybe even someone "out there" who reads? and Could? Who knows. But in the meantime, what is the bottom line. If you want to be a writer, you WRITE. if you want to be an artist, you MAKE ART.
so…maybe just a Shift. We'll see. I met Marti LOOOONG ago when we joined Story Circle Network. I'm trying to remember how that went. I am understanding that sometimes comments are just lost and sometimes those are heartfelt and long and the loss is a bummer. So…just to say, in the moment, if there is something anyone wants to offer Us here and it's
long
you could email and i would post it…..?????? i would be honored
i LOVE you All. US.
One of the songs Emrie's kindergarden sang at graduation was My Name is You. if you type it in to You Tube…Sesame Street
We All Sing the Same Song
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