Not just a writing workshop - self-care that makes a difference
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Hi Reader, Life is full these days… Spring has sprung and so the backyard needs tending, the house begs for Spring Cleaning, the kids are wrapping up extra-curriculars and starting new ones, work keeps chugging along, and oh ya, there’s a serious threat of fascism. Just another Tuesday night, right? In the mess of it all, have you been craving a moment to just breathe… and maybe pick up your pen again? The Spring Series of Sacred Pages starts next week and the 3-week workshop series is designed to help you reconnect - with yourself, your creativity and that wise inner voice that has trouble being heard over all the noise. Here’s how Hope described her experience in the Winter series: "Sacred Pages, guided by the incredible Parrish Wilson, has been a transformative experience for me. In the midst of life’s hustle and bustle, she creates a space to simply be—to step away from rigidity and embrace creative flow. Her warmth and encouragement have reignited my passion for writing, reminding me of the joy in expressing my thoughts freely. Every session is something I deeply look forward to, and I’m so grateful for this beautiful space!" Now that’s a good vibe! That’s the kind of experience that strengthens us and makes us better able to handle the intensity of the rest of life. And to be clear, it’s not about being a “writer” - it’s about being you and giving yourself space on the page. You’ll be surprised how much can unfold in our time together, following my simple prompts and allowing your words to guide you. Intentional self-care. Facilitated, therapeutic self-care. Sacred self-care. Ready to join us? Register here now - and carve out time for self-care that makes a difference. See you on the (Sacred) page, Parrish |
Parrish Wilson Creative
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