Part I: Just a Woman Passing Through…

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I’m just a woman passing through,

I’ve made mistakes like all of You.

I look deeply, see clearly,

learn intently and grow wisely.

I have learned from those highest –

of those above and those below,

I’ve seen a lot, only God knows.

My reason for being is to serve ALL:

all who listen,

all who hear and

all those with open minds.

I aim to help You all to shine!

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I’m here to light your candles,

ignite your flames –

to help You understand no blames.

Many a person say:

“But what can one person do?”

One person can affect all

of those around them

which creates an exponential shift –

may we not very long drift.

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One person may be the loneliest number,

but it only takes one person to begin

a revolution through others with them

Never stop being your best,

this sets us apart from the rest,

as humans we are all put through a test –

stand strong in your faith,

You are blessed!

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We are all meant to lead each other to…

Rise from Hardships to Victory!

Inspire Positive Change!

Find Common Ground!

Keep Shining Brightly,

Evana.

P.S.: Stay tuned for Part II

VIBE WELL

Who is Evana and What is EvanaLife?

My story…

I was born in Adrian, Michigan to Janet Marlene (Bleich) and Albert Hermann Lang

My father was a farmer, a teacher and an award winning photographer, an avid historian and naturalist with a great fascination of these things. Our Mom was the first in her family to obtain a degree, and after she started teaching for a while even bought her own home independently, used to serve as the President of the Farmers’ wives club and strongly believed in music’s power of healing as therapy. My late parents were both teachers. Dad’s Master’s was in chemistry, and Mothers’ in biology.

Our Dad would play the airhorn in the morning to wake us up and our Mother sang while washing dishes. They share a beautiful story together.

My story branches off theirs yet interweaves itself with an array of similarities and repetitions in our histories. I experienced many adventures and unusual things in my life and love to tell these stories, theirs and mine. We are all a part of the big picture, the one we share together as human history.

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