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These posts were all written by someone in a Soul Writing group or workshop in ten minutes or less—really!
Not only that, what you read is virtually unedited from the original, timed writing. Several pieces often have the same title since groups write together on one prompt. Join us anytime to try it out for yourself. For now, happy reading.
A handful of dirt
Maybe water is just water – magical enough on its own without needing to be festooned in ribbons or metaphors.
The way I know to heal
The only way I know to heal is this. To pick up this pen and connect it with this paper…
If I had forever
I can’t change them. I can only change me. And I can’t seem to change me, either. So what else is left?
I know this for sure
I have sketched out a lot of potential versions of myself in my head. Like life-sized cardboard cutouts, I’ve lined them up on a shelf in my mind.
Here’s how I know
I once heard a published writer say that writing her memoir had cost her tens of thousands of dollars in therapy, and I believe it – was relieved to hear that this might be part of a universal path, as it’s been the foundation – the may pole for me around which everything else has been born.
When all else falls away
It’s a start – being able to lock eyes, if only for a short time, with all the deeply buried insecurities, all the lies I heard and internalized, instead of swatting them away like flies – removing myself from their incessant, maddening buzzing, as I so wish I had done.