This life, the one here in this decaying body, is easily missed. I'm not sure when it started happening, but some where along the way of my journey I have become less aware of the present, less aware of the moments that I'm in right now. The longing to be somewhere other than in the moment seems to dictate my thoughts most days. Soon it's tomorrow, and because I wasn't present in the time I can't remember what happened five days ago. As I sit here, thinking about this broken down part of my life, I wish I could have a way to slow things down so I could remember to "Be Here Now" -John Mangrum
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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