Tell the Story
When we hold space, when we listen for truth and look for beauty, when we practice devotion, when we stabilize others, when we are fully present, when we fan our own creative fires and those that surround us–then we are no less tenders of sacred flames than if we were the priestesses of an ancient […]
read moreFor the past two weeks, I’ve not touched my NaNoWriMo manuscript. Today, the fourth anniversary of Lee’s death, it was time to begin to read. This book, through its many versions and drafts, is a labyrinth within, or from, the labyrinth of my memories, and the time has come to make my way on through. […]
read moreIn my writing class tonight, I read Adrienne Rich’s “Living in Sin,” and then we wrote for ten minutes on this line: “no dust on the furniture of love” Gainesville, c. 1988. Newly married (the first time). Our apartment, the back half of an old house, on the outer edges, on the fringe, of the Duckpond […]
read moreMona is an irresistible force. In January, she left a voice mail message requesting personal writing instruction. I intended to invite her to come to my writers’ group. By the end of the call I had agreed to visit her. By the end of the visit I had agreed to help her write a children’s […]
read moreIn The Call, Oriah Mountain Dreamer writes, “So ask yourself this: If I could say one word to the world, if I knew the world was listening attentively and would to the best of its ability follow the directive this word sent out, what would that word be?” So I asked myself. I did not miss a […]
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For years I kept secrets in silence. Then, once upon a time, I spoke and wrote them to a handful of people and began to blog anonymously. Today I tell my stories face-to-face, online, and in a memoir coming soon. Telling our stories leads to freedom, empowerment, and growth, for both the teller and the told. Is today your once upon a time, your time to tell your story?
