Yesterday in my classes my students did a phenomenal job.  All of their stories reflected their ability to get up close and personal.  I heard stories that brought tears to the students in the class.  I loved the heartfelt stories that were basically straight from their heart.  Not only was the writing beautiful, but when they shared their own personal story of pain and heartache, others in the class responded with love and compassion.

One of the beautiful things that happens in my classroom is the bonds that form.  I love watching the women come together to share, cry and love. 

Writing that comes from the heart is never easy, but writing, exploring and releasing is so healing.

I am thankful I am a part of my students journey and as I get to witness the growth, it is such a beautiful thing.