Writing Prompt: The Power of Witnessing for One Another
When/if we witness one another? Really were present and listened to each other? Affirmed what takes place? What does it look like? What happens within both people and in the relationship?
When/if we witness one another? Really were present and listened to each other? Affirmed what takes place? What does it look like? What happens within both people and in the relationship?
I met Catherine Rankovic through a women’s poetry gathering known as “Loosely Identified,” or “Looslies,” or simply (in a hurry) “L.I.” She’s a bang-up poet, author, editor, teacher, and facilitator. Read more about Catherine’s career as a word woman after her witty, insightful poem, “Hide & Sex.” HIDE & SEX Let us play Hide &…
When I was in college in my 20s at Southern Illinois University at Edwardsville (commuting from my parents land), I was part of the editorial team for their literary magazine “Sou’wester.” My poem “Under Mama’s Yew Tree” (later published in “Sightlines: A Poet’s Diary”) was given some very encouraging words from Galway Kinnell. Because of…
Women’s Memoirs runs part 2 of “Who Owns the Story?” as a writing prompt. Who Owns the Story? You’ve decided that yes, you’re going to do the scary thing. There in the mirror of the written page you’re going to expose yourself—warts be damned. Read on to find out what our really fun writing prompts…
To make this call a success we need a good sampling of comments. FIRST: June 2nd, read my post on www.womensmemoirs.com SECOND: Comment on the blog after my post. Your comments will be gathered to submit questions for the live call on JUNE 11th. Your questions should cover: 1) memoir writing and 2) the audio…
Wisdom lives within us, we have only to connect with it. But, how? In the 1980s, when I lived in New Mexico, I studied Psychosynthesis Professional Training with the Intermountain Associates of Psychosynthesis, co-directed by Molly Young Brown and Walter Polt. Walter collaborated with me on training programs for my consulting firm Clear Communication and…
THAT DAY AT GETTYSBURG The date was 1863, at Gettysburg This day, I stand upon the quiet field Now all is silent, All eyes upon the purpose here. It was a fragile moment In a meadow lost in thought And then the words were spoken With care and watchful heart. His words became the paint…