When teaching language arts decades ago, I purchased a cassette tape of Shel Silverstein reading his own poetry. It was used until it disintegrated. To say I am a fan, is an understatement.
My thoughts, went here:
She signed up for the retreat, unsure if she even wanted to go. After the tough break up, her self-confidence was more than just lacking, it had vanished. Years of being disparaged, belittled, and deceived left her unsure of who she even was.
The evite promised to repair the wounds you carried in your heart. Something about it, made her heart soften enough to give it further thought. She told no one of her plans to attend the retreat. If she were being duped into another self-help pyramid scheme, she could take her bags and run away again. Her shattered heart was so wounded, she knew she would not survive another betrayal.
She took a deep breath as she entered the building. Intuitively she knew she was in the right place. The sign on the door read, “If you are a dreamer, come in.”