In the company of women

In this amazing group

Of women meeting each other

For the first time this weekend

We found amazing strength

And surprising vulnerability.

In the quiet of the night

Listening to the fire burn,

Hearing stories and thoughts shared

Each speaking to amazing strength

And we shared compassion and support.

The backgrounds diverse

The ages both young and old

And yet if you looked closely

The young were old beyond their years,

The old young despite their years.

In true collective feminine wisdom

All were wise with lessons learned

And personal strength forged through

Challenges from this game called life

Resulting in an inner core of steel.

And along with the practice

We’ve wobbled, we’ve stretched

We’ve grown, we’ve found our physical strength

We’ve found our inner strength

And forged friendships for a lifetime.

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Wounded soul

I have a wounded soul

Although most days I am fine

My thoughts and fears kept in line.

Some days my wound is open

My thoughts and fears fly high

My smile and my eyes they lie.

I am frequently reminded

Self acceptance is my mine to own

Self approval is also mine to own.

I must learn to banish doubt

I must learn to manage fear

I must learn to just be here.

I am healing this wounded soul.

Slowly, surely with time I am fine.

My smile and my eyes they shine.

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On this trip called life

We are on the road daily

On this trip called life.

Sometimes the road is

Straight and narrow;

Sometimes the road is

Full of twists and turns.

Sometimes we are with

Family and friends.

Sometimes our family and

Friends leave too early.

Sometimes we are on

The road alone.

Sometimes there is fog

Obscuring our view.

Sometimes it is crystal

Clear where we should be.

Sometimes we're fueled up
And ready to go.

Sometimes we're running on empty
And just getting by. 

Sometimes we see the horizon

And it takes so long to get there.

Sometime we take a curve

And the view takes our breath away.

Sometime the road is slippery

And we have to slow down.

Sometimes the road is dry

And we can pick up speed.

Sometimes we make a wrong turn

And have to self correct.

Sometimes the road

Takes us to a new home.

Sometimes the road

Leads back home.

But always, always,

The road goes forward.

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