About twenty years ago I participated in a weekend workshop. I learned so much (and cried so much) that I took the same workshop almost every time it came to Portland.
I didn't "get" some of the exercises at first.
Maybe I was a slow learner, or maybe I was just so deeply entrenched in my own wounds that my priorities were different from others.
It was a "soul-building" weekend where I began to undo some patterns I'd learned in school and life.
I remember sitting for a very long time . . . longer than anyone else . . . because I had to write My Purpose in Life, and make it into ONE MEANINGFUL SENTENCE.
???? Who does that ????
Looking back on the weekend process for the workshop it was really genius! I had no clue that I had deep wounds - and no one said to me, "You have deep wounds."
It was all about self-discovery and uncovering my own powers, vulnerabilities, compassion, motivation, and Path in Life as a Human Being.
I was shown every step of the way - how to prioritize my beliefs and feelings, to actually discover that I had a real Purpose in Life . . . and CLAIM IT.
