On Saturday, I had the pleasure of attending another Lapidus Cornwall workshop at my local library, facilitated by Dare to Blossom coach Mary Lunnen.
My writing practice has been happening in fits and starts lately, and mostly for me. Mary talked of the importance of harvesting the golden grains, and letting the rest float away. Letting things go has never been a strength of mine.
The Universe undoubtedly has a sense of humour. After reading a poem to ease us into the space, Mary invited us to pick a card from her pack of Rediscovery Cards. Each of the 50 cards has a coloured background and a word on it.
Since first meeting Mary in 2016, I have been awed by the inspiration found within her cards, and that workshop was no exception. The first card I picked was Relaxation, something which has been rather alien to me in recent years.
Free-writing on this topic brought me to the concept of relaxing into emotions, and relaxing into what is to come.
There is something beautiful about sharing deeply personal writings within the safety of a Lapidus workshop. The rules are few, but the most important is respect for self, and respect for others. This creates an environment where even the prickliest of feelings can find a way through, and out.
We wrote back to, and in some cases, in defiance of, words by John O’Donohue. There was wisdom there for me, but there was more to come. The final card I picked during that workshop was Authenticity, which spoke to my struggle to face my journal in recent months.
I am happy to report that I have returned to my practice, and hope to return to a more regular practice here as well.
This image shows a purple journal, with cards stuck to the front. One is deep pink, and has the word Authenticity on it in white. The other is light blue, and has the word Relaxation in white.
I’m delighted to say that I will be performing at the next She Howls online open mic on Wednesday.
The event is at 9pm BST, which you can convert to your timezone here
Information on joining can be found at Dal Kular’s website.
She Howls joining information
Everywhere we look, the consensus seems to be that good things are coming. Being open to them is key, so we set up camp open-handed and open-hearted.
Eventually, we get tired of waiting, and begin to wonder where the heck these ‘good things’ are. Even when we’re working towards them with everything we can possibly muster.
I posted about SPARK last week, the project curated by Amy Souza. I ought to have worked on my response yesterday, but the muse had other ideas. The piece that spilled forth within the next 30 minutes might well be one of the best poems I have ever written.
I have spent more time writing lately, although little of what I have written is apparently fit for public consumption. I look forward to being able to produce something that I can share.
I think this recent writing puts me in a really vulnerable position. I am facing up to things that I have never explored before…or perhaps never needed to explore. I trust that something good will come of this, as long as I am ultimately ready to receive.
What do you do to get yourself into a writing frame of mind? Do you believe in being ready to receive?
If the last four weeks and the prior seven years have taught me anything, it is this: grief is a process. At times, it is messy, always unwelcome, and often unpredictable. Grieving is a process of becoming, after loss. When we are in the midst of pain we can and do end up forgetting that. I know I have. Continue reading