My Name as a Poem

My Name as a Poem

“Creativity takes courage. ” Henri Matisse Writing Prompt: write an acrostic, a poem, word puzzle, or other composition in which certain letters in each line form a word or words happy, whole, healthy, grateful, loving, kind: words i wish to use to describe me except it’s not the whole truth: pain, shame, jealousy, revenge, spite. these ugly words represent as much. all that is present is evolution; i’m thankful. hiding. showing up. shrinking. shining. beaming. glowing. see what I did there? landing on the beauty? life is ephemeral. impermanent. ever changing. flowing. moving. we express our aliveness by living in our truth, by being real. Your turn. What kind of acrostic will you come up with using your name (or any other word you...
A Melancholy Monday

A Melancholy Monday

“Journal writing is a voyage to the interior.” Christina Baldwin I would not be the person I am without my journaling practice. It is the greatest act of self care I regularly participate in. Through it I’ve witnessed how draining sadness is AND how quickly it moves through. Sadness feels suffocating, like it will never end when we’re in the midst of it, but if we are able to watch our thoughts, maybe even learn to change them, the sadness fades and transforms into something else. I’m a bit sad today. I’ve noticed patterns through my journaling practice. Mondays are often melancholy. Today my focus is a relationship that needs great repair. I’m kinda making myself crazy trying to figure out how to make it right. For now I need to let it go. My writing coach sent a prompt related to self care. She also sent this article which provides excellent tiny self care acts, things you can do in a few free minutes. I am partaking in some today. Tiny Promises to Myself this Week (that I hope have big impact) This week I will attend to my mind by journaling each time I have a situation that’s making me upset, crazy, sad, mad or generally uneasy. I will breathe and let things go. This week I will attend to my body by moving in nature at least four days. This week I will attend to my spirit by centering myself each day: breath work, writing practice, gentle movement, spiritual reading. Have a beautiful week all! Photo by Pineapple Supply Co. on...
A Quiet Friday Night

A Quiet Friday Night

It’s Friday night; I’m home after a long day. I traveled to Holmes County today, ran work errands, caught up on email, then got things together for tomorrow’s event. I’m finally sitting down to write, sip wine, and enjoy the quiet. I stop, ponder the moment, marvel at how I got here without even noticing it. I’m not referring to how I physically got here today. I’m talking about how I got here, in life. As I sit in a mostly noiseless house, I listen to the fridge hum and the dogs snore. I recognize that I’m in a totally different place than just five years ago — physically, mentally, spiritually. M was thirteen. We were busy all the time. And when we weren’t running for sports, school functions, and young teen hangouts, we were gathering with friends with kids in tow. Friday nights these days aren’t like they used to be. I don’t mind it, but there is some nostalgia and angst in looking back. I’m settled. It feels nice. It occurs to me that I’m becoming my mom. I never thought I’d become her, and while I’m different in many ways, I never considered I’d be anything like her. (It’s not a bad thing. I just didn’t consider it.) I’m a homebody who prefers reading over most other activities, just like my mom. Maybe it’s that way for all of us. We don’t notice the way life moves, day by day. Suddenly we simply ‘arrive.’ Of course it’s been happening all along, but when life is busy, it’s hard to reflect. It’s hard to clearly see. What happens next? Will...
My Current Life Survey

My Current Life Survey

A fun little exercise provided by my writing coach, a life survey: rate self from 1 – 10 with 10 being highest, 1 needs lots of work. I liked this exercise. It made me think about things I don’t normally think about. How will I ever meet my goals if I never take personal inventory of where I am and where I want to go? Try it for yourself. Creative Support System: 5 My husband fully supports my personal endeavors and I have more time than I used to but I don’t have writing friends, or even friends who read a lot. (I would love to start a book club to keep my reading on track too.) Readings/Forums/Blogs/Podcasts that center on writing: 5 I have a few writing books I have read and am reading but need a lot more support in this area. Daily Rhythm/Routine: 8 I write every single day, always for work, and I now accomplish my personal writing goals more consistently than I used to. Physical Health: 7 I feel good most days. I still need to eat more veggies and exercise regularly. I move my body a lot but not as much as I should. Nutrition: 7 See above. Social Life: 6 We have a circle of friends we can count on. I would like to meet more women that have similar interests as my own. Professional Life: 8 I love my work. I am finally settling into a new rhythm. I want to grow professionally. Family Life: 7 My family is small. Mostly it’s J & I home together, unless he’s traveling. M &...
Commit to Ten

Commit to Ten

What is important to you? What must you do everyday? What is not currently a habit that you want to become one? I have been wanting to establish an every day writing habit for years now and I’ve mostly succeeded. I purposefully write about five days per week, even more if you count work. But the purposeful, personal writing is the habit I’m interested in achieving. I want my writing to be an absolute part of me for the rest of my life. Reading about writing, taking writing classes, talking to other writers, I seek to understand what it will take to make it happen. A few weeks ago I hired a writing coach; her daily check-ins keep me focused and provide direction. I’ve learned over the years that if I want something to happen in my day, something that is non-essential to other people, I’ve gotta do it first. Mornings are sacred to me, ritualistic even, and my writing generally happens then. Except when it doesn’t. Some days work has me up earlier than normal and at an event first thing. In those situations, my tea with honey and essential oils is the only sacredness I get. My writing coach, Jen, says ten minutes a day. No matter what, carve out ten minutes in your day. If it’s usually mornings, go for it, but on those days when that’s not possible, commit to ten somewhere in the day. Being a perfectionist makes life feel impossible. It’s really not a good thing. I write wanting the words to flow. That’s not how it works, at least not for me....