One person showed up knowing almost nothing about the class, not really knowing why she was drawn to it. Hell, she was my barista, and we had small but beautiful exchanges here and there. Now, here she is saying yes to a class from an almost stranger tagging her in an Instagram story.
One person joined, a "habitual" returner who is sick of habitually writing about her painstaking, drawn-out divorce.
Sitting next to her is a newcomer, whose own divorce haunts her to this day. Yet the habitual writer is sharing crystal clear truth as she chokes back tears while bravely pushing through her words. One hand outreached for hers. When class began, they sat next to each other as strangers. Within minutes, a sisterhood unfolded.
One person joked that he comes for the connection of people, and writing is the currency he has to pay for it.
Another new comer shares that she is finally finding herself again, and writing is one of the few puzzle pieces left in remembering her true self.
All come for different reasons
All inspiring by a different jump off line
All say yes to what is within their soul and out onto the page
All uniquely different shares
All resonated collectively
All connected through the terrifying yet
Liberating practice of
Giving ourselves permissions to
Let our shoulders drop,
Belly hang,
Our truest selves unveiled
Our truest selves held
In unconditional support
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