Enso Coaching

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Marrying writing and coaching has been the most exhilarating experience for me. Experience a slice of it this Friday, 21st Nov.

Here’s the link to register: https://lnkd.in/ediRwm7E

Join us for this powerful experiential hour and discover the "Write Way" to deepen both your coaching practice and personal awareness.

This quote comes on a day when I will be holding a writing workshop for seniors at Malton Women Council(MWC).

"My mother brought me into this world, helped me understand it, and taught me, 'if we don't tell our own stories, no one else will."

-Zohran Mamdani

And if in your case it is not your biological mother who taught you this, you will find women willing to birth you and raise you. Join our little village where you will find such women.

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Writing?

That is not me!

People come with doubts and questions to the writing circle.

Then they hold the pen and let it hold them.

They don't look outside but go within to seek answers.

Slowly, the cloud of doubt moves away to reveal light.

The thing is, would you take the first step?

Would you join even when you have doubt?

 
Would you take a leap of faith and let the collective energy give you the courage you could not muster alone?

Sabha, one of the participants of Enso Writing Circle and a coach by profession, pens down this powerful poem during the session. Sharing an excerpt.

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I marry writing with coaching to build space where people heal and grow.

DM me to know more about Enso Writing Circle and other programs I offer.

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𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡.

𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣.

𝙋𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧.

𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩.

The sight of some 35 students/ dreamers/ changemakers writing their thoughts to build self-leadership was a sight of deep satisfaction!

“I did not know I had so much to say.”

“I was reluctant to write but then words flowed.”

“First, I thought how can I share with a person I have just met but I then I could, I did.”

𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣.

𝙀𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥.

𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣.

𝙃𝙪𝙜𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙.

The sight of some 35 strangers connecting with each other was evidence of how authentic writing and sharing in safe spaces can lead to community building.

An absolute delight to facilitate an expressive writing workshop at Northeastern University as part of the Wellness and Leadership Summit. 

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Becoming a coach also means becoming an entrepreneur!

A fact I discovered after months of my training.

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣?

𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩?

𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬?

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙚?

𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚?

Questions like these crippled me, froze me.
my hand, and together we discovered the answers.

Bring all your chaos, confusion and questions to this masterclass and get propelled into action.

Date: 18th July 2025

🕡 Time: 6:30 – 8:00 PM IST

👉 Register here to secure your spot: https://lnkd.in/g7fEicYN

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𝗦𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲!

Discover that you can write.

Discover that writing brings joy.

Discover how writing calms you down.

Discover that writing leads to clarity.

Discover how writing connects, with self & others.

Starts: 19th July

Join all 4 sessions or sign up for just 1.

Come by yourself or bring a friend along.

DM/Whatsapp 437-228-9454 to receive the brochure and to register.

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Many people ask me-

“𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙀𝙣𝙨𝙤 𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙡𝙚?”

I have responded and explained in multiple ways.

But the best answer has come from one of the participants-

“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨!”

Enso Writing Circle is a space where-

• 𝗜𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱
• 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀
• 𝗛𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗽𝘀
• 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲
• 𝗟𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀
• 𝗘𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀
• 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀, 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀

The next Enso Writing Circle starts on 𝟭𝟵𝘁𝗵 𝗝𝘂𝗹𝘆.

Every Saturday- 19th, 26th July, 2nd and 9th August.

Each session is independent.

𝗝𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝟰 𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀.

Timings: 10-11.30 a.m. EST/ 7-8.30 a.m. PT/ 7.30-9 p.m. IST

DM/ WhatsApp 437-228-9454 for details and to register. 

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𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙖 2𝙭2 𝙕𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬?

Even through that square box, I felt an instant connection and affinity for Anne’s soft face. Her warmth bypassed the distance and permeated my being. In her calm and assured voice, she delivered stress lessons for an audience of educators and parents, while I learnt by observing her. That is how I onboarded as a facilitator for the wonderful stress management programs run by Strong Minds.

At the annual general meeting, I noticed her familiar smile from afar. We hugged, smiled, laughed, and merged into the crowd to meet other wonderful people.

Only when we were saying goodbye did she ask, “Where are you from?”

“India.”

“Which part of India?”

“I spent most of my life in Delhi, but I was born and raised in Punjab.”
“Which part of Punjab?”

𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙨.

“A city called Ludhiana.”

“I have lived in Ludhiana for four months!”

𝙒𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙. 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙.

“When and how?”

“I served as a nurse in the CMC hospital. We researched malnutrition in children.”

𝙈𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥.

“My nephew was born in that hospital. My mother’s uterus was operated on in that hospital.”

𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙.

“You have served the children of my city, Anne. Today I am serving the children of your city in my way.”

As we hugged and held each other in that moment, words of the spiritual guru Ram Dass echoed in my being:

“𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙒𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚.”

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𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙡𝙚?

The bride asked her would-be husband’s father, who happens to be my brother. The turbaned Sikh brother who has known only the Punjabi culture and has been raised with staunch religious beliefs.

Watching him walk this beautiful white girl from Europe, her arm gently wrapped around his, looking forward to saying forever to his son in front of twenty people and the registrar in the court, was an emotional moment for me.

Then the couple kissed!

While my family smiled and cheered.

I could not help thinking how much my family has grown up. The same family that used tick boxes and rules to marry my siblings and me. Parameters and norms with which I did not resonate. Ways of celebration that did not bring much comfort and joy. But at that time, we had no choice.

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗶𝘀- 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲.

As Mary Oliver says-

𝘼𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣
𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨.
𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙨
𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨.
𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨. 

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝟮.𝟮𝟱 𝗗𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗶𝘀𝘁
𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘴

𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝟮𝟵 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀. She has never kept a timer next to her, and I have never bothered about how much time we spend talking. Sometimes, I talk just for 10 minutes, and there are days when I chat nonstop for two hours. There are also those days when I talk, bathe, talk, eat, talk, watch T.V., talk, go for a walk, talk…𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗱𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿, 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. I can spit out anything without making sense or even sounding coherent. Her patience, acceptance, and willingness to listen baffles me, and I love her for that.

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆- 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝘁𝗵, 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹. I have this faith that if I reach a point where I have no one to talk to, she will always be there. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽.

I wonder how I can pay her back. All she takes is 2.25 CAD for multiple sessions that span over more than two months. She has never responded to that question except to gently sit there like a calm lake, and invite me to sit next to her, 𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗜 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

That is my journal. That I bought for 2.25 dollars at a Dollar Store ( My first journal, I bought as a teenager when I was in India must have cost approximately Rs 5 ). That I keep replacing it with a new one every two months or so( At times, I take the 2-dollar writing board and use loose A4 sheets to write down). That is my therapist for the past 29 years. 

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Talk to me know more about how journaling and writing can be your personal growth and healing partner.

www.manmeetnarang.com

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𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗶𝗻 𝗘𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗲!

𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗶𝗻 𝗘𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲!

𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗶𝗻 𝗘𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽!

That is how you succeed globally!

Are these your beliefs too?

Have you, too, inherited rules from the system that sees language as the end and not the means to self-expression and human connection?

Do you curb your thoughts and feelings by setting boundaries and limits on language?

We abandon our thoughts and feelings, leave them unprocessed and move on to make a presentation or write assignments.

When we fumble, we get into self-doubt. It is not the English language, it what you left unaddressed within.

𝗙𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗘𝗦𝗟 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗦𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗻 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀.
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𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲.

DM to know more about Enso Writing Circle and Write Way to Heal program.

www.manmeetnarang.com

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𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚, 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠...

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝘂𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘅 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗵𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗺 & 𝗥𝗵𝘆𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁!

We laughed

  • at our foolishness
  • at the benchmarks we inherited, consciously or subconsciously

We tuned in

  • to our wisdom
  • to self-compassion

𝗪𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗱 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗯 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀. 𝗔 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲.

Oh, I forgot, we also gave birth to poems we never knew were waiting inside our womb all this while.