The second Louella walks into our room, you can feel the room deepen in peace and thoughtfulness. She has attended our group for months now. She never speaks too much, or too loudly, but when she picks up that pen, the woman she is inside comes boldly alive. I remember how moved I was when Louella read these sentences out loud. It is such a privilege to hear her speak - so gentle in volume yet so loud in power.
The Woman I Am
The woman I am hides deep in me beneath the woman I seem to be.
She hides away from strangers and those who know her to be passing by.
She goes her way. And they go their way.
For those who love me dearly, look beneath the woman I seem to be and see only me!