A Facilitator’s Journey

Standing at the door of an empty conference room,
I love the thought of what might unfold.
The surge of energy that is about to pulse,
The promise of deep connection that it holds.

As we explore together and learn,
And laugh and dissect our collective experiences.
Those who were strangers once transform,
And we start looking beyond appearances.

Nothing is more important than the will to change,
To pause and take stock of how far we have come.
To stumble and learn from each other,

And realize that the whole is greater than the part of its sum.

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Mukti Shah

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A Clinical Psychologist, Facilitator, Baker and Candlestick maker! Love to write. My career is based on the spoken word. I use words to connect, heal, create insight, facilitate growth and evoke laughter.Words twirl and curtsy, They do as you say. Accurate and reliable, They don’t betray! Cheers!
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Preeti
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Life is a journey of continuous learning…very well described in this poem:)

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