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“I write in a solitude born out of community” —Terry Tempest Williams I am home from leading a five day writing retreat in the woods of Montana where over a thousand people have come in the last twelve years to dig deeply into their creative self-expression on the...
“Birds, especially migrating birds, are what we need to not just hope, but to understand movement and unity. When they pass over us, they are stitching us to another place on the globe.”
Even if the world still needs to stop in many many ways, we can be part of the living in a pandemic. We can move around in the world in our own social distanced way. We can move around in our homes wearing clothes and creating ritual and experiencing our space whatever it may be. Even a one room apartment has many invitations to live in it. Read a book in the sun rays beaming from your kitchen window. Eat a meal at your table with a Zoom companion who is doing the same. Put on some music and dance. Go out on the balcony and watch birds. See what they have to say about all this. And yes, get in your bed and rest. But don’t stay there.
Ask yourself: “What movement can I do today that will be fun, supportive, and loving toward myself?” Be curious about the answer.
Maybe you'd like to write your way through the holiday season...Maybe you're alone. Maybe your elderly loved ones are alone. Maybe you’re quarantined and can’t get home for the holidays. Maybe you’ve lost loved ones to Covid. Maybe you suddenly have a house full of...
Finding thankfulness and peace in the morning with dogs
A good writing prompt prompts a lot more than words. It prompts truth. What we’re really looking for in our writing is truth. Even if it’s fiction. It’s all, in the end, truth. Even if the words sprout wings on a woman and she flies out the window into a parallel universe. There is as much truth in fiction as there is in non-fiction, when it’s all distilled. Truth is truth is truth.
I went out to the front porch today, feeling so low. Worrying about the things that we’re all worrying about right now. Trying not to worry. Trying to focus on one breath after the next. Trying to feel my inner light. But still feeling darkness. Wanting to look into...
As seen on Women's Writers, Women's Books Book ideas are always coming to me. I’m usually working on a few at the same time and always in different genres—different ways to find the truth. That’s what I’m after: truth. Each book begins with a central question—some...
Dedicated to anyone who gets on stages with a message they care about. Pre-order your copy of Willa's Grove from your local bookstore or here for its March 3rd release! ***My new website, with all the event links, launches this week...so stay tuned! For now,...
Pre-order Willa's Grove now! (from your local bookstore, or here) Book ideas are always coming to me. I’m usually working on a few at the same time and always in different genres—different ways to find the truth. That’s what I’m after: truth. Each book begins with a...
Now Booking my Fall Haven Writing Retreats in Montana... September 18-22 ( one spot left) September 25-29 (a few spots left) You do not have to be a writer to come...just someone who is deeply longing to find your voice and set it free. Click here for more info and...
There is something that has been on my list for a month, and every time it finds its way to the top, it gets somehow pushed back into the mix. Okay…fine. I somehow bury it. Maybe you can relate. It’s the About Me section for my new website, and my Author Bio for my...
Follow me on Facebook for more news, community, and inspiration! Say you want to write. Say you dream of a cabin in the woods like the one in this photo. With a little creek running through. A vegetable garden. And a writing table. No internet. No phone. A...
I remember the first time it happened. I was five and we were at Disneyworld and there it was: Cinderella’s castle, right in front of me! The towering glistening lavender place where dreams were made. I broke free from my parents' hands, and I ran into what was...