My Unexpected Awakening
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This
year, The Edge has invited you, the reader, to share your personal
experience with us, and this month, we asked you to write on, “My
Unexpected Awakening.” We received submissions that we are proud to
share with you.
Experiential writing is a style that simply shares an experience you
had. It’s ripe with detail and emotion. It describes how something felt,
to you. It inspires people not by suggesting what is, or what might be,
but by sharing what was, for you, and the magic or inspiration or
illumination that resulted from it.
Experiential writing is a surprisingly powerful way for readers to open
and illuminate their own, personal inner wisdom. There’s something
magical that happens when we read about the experiences of others like
us, and then find tremendous resonance with the story. Not only do we
feel authentic inspiration, but more importantly, the fact that we
perceive the author to be more like ourselves removes the self-defeating
barrier we tend to keep that says, “I’ll never be like her,” or “I’ll
never be as wise as he is.”
In February, we invite you to share on the topic, “Love, Revealed.”
Submit your article online
here or email to editor@edgemagazine.net.
Featured submissions on “My Unexpected Awakening”:
- Fulfillment of Evolving Perfection, by Jerry Buchmeier
- When the Student is Ready, the Teacher Appears, by Kimberly Wencl
- The Flower Child (A True Story), by Burt Berlowe
- I Thought I was Dying, by Kathy Parkin
- Near-Death Experiences…, by Doug Crandall
- My Unexpected Awakening, by Cathy Combs
- Witnessing, by Dr. Robert K.C. Forman
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Read this article, and others at: http://edgemagazine.net/2012/01/my-unexpected-awakening-2/
While standing on the sidewalk near my front yard on a muggy, steamy July day, I noticed a woman approaching from the street. Her rotund body was encased in a long multi-colored skirt and baggy light green top, with a white flower placed neatly on the left side of her brown hair. She was carrying a small zipped case with a University of Minnesota logo on it. She appeared headed for a transitional group home for mentally ill adults next door to our house. We exchanged greetings, then she came closer to continue the conversation.
