It's a cold rain that falls, when winter is almost over and spring has whispered it's presents. The rain clouds tuck in the sun for another group of days that will water the brown grass and leafless trees. Next week today,April will be at the door step ready to shower the May flowers out of their earthy blanket. This event is raising through my winter arms and legs,through my hibernationed mind and soul. Calling forth a renewed sense of hope and energy... At Last!
How had I come to believe, that the deep things of my heart and mind were not important? Who told me they didn’t care about the things I was feeling or thinking about? The truth of the matter was, that no one actually said I don’t care about what you think or feel, they just never bothered to ask. Never being asked is another way to let someone know that they are not valued. In response to some of the most important people in my life not bothering to pursue my young heart and mind, I believed I had nothing to offer or give that would be of any value to anyone else. I believed I was stupid. I heard it over and over in my heart and head with out a second of doubt of its truth. Not until my twenty sixth year did the truth that I believed about myself reveal it’s self as a lie. There were six of us who met each week, five younger women and our leader, a woman the five of us had approached to ask if she would be willing to let us learn from her and be mentored and guided ...
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