My eyes are closed, my breaths are deep and they are taken away by the strong sea breeze blowing in my face. The breeze is cool off the southern cost this morning. The sun though, kisses my skin and keeps me warm. The dry part of the sandy beach is already warm against my body as I stretch across it with my face to the sky. As I lay here the crashing water against the beach, and the wind ,drowns out any other sounds. Nothing else can keep my attention, my surroundings are all enticing and will hold my thoughts still for the remainder of the morning and afternoon. This is my first day here, tomorrow, I may build a sand castle, and chase the seagulls.
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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