Can I call collect?

Here I am…
Sharing my work from poetry class,
but first!..a quick story.

The first time I tasted Mongolian beef and Asian lettuce wraps at P.F. Changs, I was smitten. I dreamed about their savory deliciousness and longed to visit the restaurant…again and again.

I found knock-off recipes.

The first time I made the dishes,
their ingredient lists,
chopping,
and multi-level steps
were intimidating!

My leap was well worth the effort.

I grew….and now making the dishes is familiar…easy.

I’m finding the same with The Creative’s Workshop.

Our first Zoom call, gathering a group, reading poetry…each reminded me of that time my parents left five-year-old me alone at Sunday school, tears running down my cheeks and splattering the wooden pew—so scary!

In two months time, I find I’m happily skipping around TCW’s virtual campus.

When was your last leap?
How did it feel?
When/where will you leap next?

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The climb from dread to anticipation
looks mighty steep indeed
I’ve found when I start walking
I trip over what I need

A journey with generous travelers
turns fear upon its head
What TCW gives me
is lots of joy instead

The first connect
felt like a leap
But once I jumped I found
Fields of flowers I could reap
Sprout from fertile ground