It is funny how I love to be here but it hurts at the same time I pump calmness and passion and adrenaline.
A group of late night humans are sitting around and me trying to forge some sense of cohesion. Young uns age sixteen and a few a little older. They have lived a life too vivid for a soap opera. I know so many have never been so close to humans in such a mashed state and.......... I love em.
We talk, I facilitate - with all my might - to have them settle down and focus, and we do .... eventually.
Out comes real stories, life experiences, of a 'down time' in their life. We all have them eh? This was facilitated by a new blob Tree type tool. But anyone can read this paper ..... no words you see! Once the first person opened up and was honest, the rest followed with ever increasing honesty and openness.
We ended again with sharing a positive each. Never do I want to re-enforce the negative and hopelessness .......... 'hope' is a vital concept and essential dream even though it maybe only about one step, the next step.
I feel good because it was tough going at times but a developmental experience for all of us - including me.
You are beautiful I say nobody else says this to them you are beautiful to you too does anyone tell you this fact?
