Like a lighthouse guiding the way in the dark, our teacher stood in the center of the room, ready to begin the class.
Red hair, gypsy like – she knew us all by name, her smile easing you just that further back in to your chair. We adored her.
Five minutes in and a tarot deck was whipped out. Not your usual toolbox for a business-writing workshop.
I believe she called it. A game of her creation, a blend of tarot and poetry. The deck was shuffled, our fates revealed:
3 of air.
Insights emerge as I document my thoughts.
Our five minutes began the moment “thoughts” left her lips. I was sure I’d be looking at a blank page as the three hundred seconds sped by, but strangely, these words rolled out beneath my right hand:
Thoughts flow through the air.
Oh, how long it has been my old friend
For years in diaries, kept, you were there.
But I am back, alas – I have come home.
When time was called, we were encouraged to share.
I thought this was just a cute way to boost our self esteem and our confidence in our writing (which it did).
The purpose ran much deeper.
Everyone had their own, unique words.
Everyone had their own twist on the same stimulus.
Everyone had something to contribute to the conversation.
Ever doubted that you had something to add or give to the world?
Ever been discouraged that there are too many people doing what you want to do?
You have a voice. The world wants to hear it.
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Dearest Badass Being,
Find below the things that lift my soul, help me sink deeper into the bliss of life and keep me fulled and having the adventures I choose to take.
Dearest Fellow ‘Preneur,
Please find below a list of all of my godsends to date. May they serve you and your dreams, the way I have counted them among my blessings.