I am a writer at heart… for me, that is a matter of having a writerly soul. Quite simply, I write to know myself, to understand my relationship with both the world and the Divine.
What am I writing?
I write constantly, everything from lists to journals to poems, essays, and articles. I have just launched a new long-term project that weaves together my fascination with the ageing process and my sense that I really want to leave an organized legacy from my time on this planet. I have been blessed with incredible good fortune and opportunity, and I somehow want to say thank you for that by taking time to look over my life while I am still young and vital enough to birth something new out of the retrospective. It all started by digging out my stacks (and stacks) of old journals and personal writings. In typical Give-a-Mouse-a-Cookie style, that led to spring cleaning my desk, then our office, and finally to a sort-out of my collection of old jewelry en route to an actual writing session. My way in to the project has been a nostalgic look at the charm necklace that has grown (and aged) along with me over the decades. The stories of those charms has introduced both my eras and my interests.
I am also working on an update of my booklet Ariadne’s Thread: Legends of the Labyrinth, which will be published as an e-book later this year.
How does my work/writing differ from others of its genre?
My writing is deeply personal and intensely conversational. I write as if I were sitting with my reader, speaking heart to heart about what matters in that moment. It is a very spontaneous style that seems to come from somewhere beyond me. My writing secret is that I don’t always recognize what I have written because it has come from someplace so much deeper than my own headspace!
Why do I write what I do?
I write to make sense of my world. Writing is my spiritual practice, letting me know what I really think of the world and my place in it; I need to read what my pen has to say.
How does my writing process work?
I warm up to most days by sitting in bed with coffee, pen, and notebook in hand. I write in longhand, relaxing into the rhythm and freedom of my pen scrawling across the page. Those pages are my safe place, the place where I am most completely and freely myself. By the end of three pages, what matters most has surfaced, and I ground it with either a prayer or a haiku (is there a difference?). I am a list-maker; while I scrawl, I also make lists, and the lists I generate in the margins of morning then inform and shape the day ahead.
Some days I make it to my desk, others find me detouring into what I call my kitchen alchemy, stirring my creative process by cooking. Or I knit. On my writing days, I circle into myself, dropping deeper into some quiet space inside myself where I can weave my words. It is a tender place, and fickle. Once there, I am easily called away by outside noises and distractions, so I wear headphones but rarely turn on any music, instead whispering into the vacuum as if reading to my invisible audience, knowing that my words must land both audibly and visually in my reader’s consciousness.
I have posted several previously published articles and poems here on my website, and you can see examples of my poems, haiku, and general perspectives in my blog posts. If my work resonates with you, please consider “liking” my Facebook Page, Writerly Soul to connect with other writerly souls.