I weep in gratitude for what I have and frustration for what I want
I sigh in despair and awe at life I am baffled by how far I’ve come and how far I’ve yet to go I am weary, worn, drained…yet the scent of trees, the sight of snow and touch of love sustain me eternally How can I, we, be both flawed and whole This is pure mystery to me, waiting merely to unfold ~mag
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I'm Mary Ann. I am a storyteller using skills, interests, education and experience to help others. Together, we'll explore your story and write a new ending for your journey along the nourished path. Categories
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