If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.-—Joseph Campbell

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Story

Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.”                                        Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Anne Lamott

Anne Lamott

“You can safely assume you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.”     Anne Lamott

I get to hear her in person next week at a convocation entitled The Power of Story. So excited. I was first introduced to her in her book Bird by Bird.

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What is my story? What is yours?

I Believe in Stories

My life is storytelling. I believe in stories, in their incredible power to keep people alive, to keep the living alive, and the dead.  Tim O’Brien

Argh!

What?

Scenes and conversations from the week are playing through my head on this morning’s walk. When I get home, I can’t settle on a quote.

Don’t think so hard.

This quote is one I chose about a month ago and didn’t use. I love Tim O’Brien’s book The Things They Carried. He came here a couple years ago and talked about how writing the book helped him work his way through his Vietnam memories.

Ah yes, telling our stories (and writing them) is healing. What are you doing to celebrate the Fourth?

I’m going with a long time best friend to a movie and then to her house for supper.

Lots of stories there, for sure. Have fun. (And don’t forget to write!)…

Very funny…

Life as Story

The world isn’t just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no?

Doesn’t that make life a story?   Yann Martel, Life of Pi

1. Listening to the poetry of a writer friend

2. Catching up with another friend over Indian food

3. Reading The Night Strangers by Chris Bohjalian

4. Discussing the weather while waiting in line at the grocery story

5. Watching two children interact at the library

6. Answering a text on my cell phone

7. Reading and writing blogs

8. Writing morning pages and evening reflections

9. Listening to the thoughts in my head as I walk in the park

10. Listening to a song on the radio

Anansi the Trickster

It is by teaching that we teach ourselves, by relating that we observe, by affirming that we examine, by showing that we look, by writing that we think, by pumping that we draw water into the well.  Henri Frederic Amielanansi

Yesterday in our after school folk tales class we read another Anansi story. Anansi, the trickster in West African folklore, often takes the form of a spider. Sitting on the table was a pipe cleaner spider with wiggle eyes and a Jolly Rancher sucker abdomen. I had the children’s attention.

We read the book, discussing the difficulty a spider might have taking a large python and forty-seven stinging hornets to the Sky God. The children were impressed.

Then we made our own spiders. The younger children’s chaotic spider legs were subtly adjusted as I hot glued the eyes. Everyone left happy.

Alas, I was so completely involved in the lesson I had no time to take pictures of the children.

When I got home last night a book I had ordered was waiting in the mailbox…The Tao of Teaching.

Let it be still, and it will gradually become clear.   Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

Creative Healing

The portal of healing and creativity always takes us into the realm of the spirit.  Angeles Arrien

A garden is the best alternative therapy.  Germaine Greer

The distracted children in yesterday’s afterschool classes were challenging. And then driving home NPR told me of the explosions at the Boston Marathon.

I felt so heavy when I woke up this morning.

Now, with a computer in my lap and the early light and bird song outside my window, I am beginning to feel better.

Now I remember the children’s excitement when they saw the sprouting radishes we planted on Thursday. And their silly conversations as they worked on paper bag puppets they will use to tell “whoppers” on the front porch next week.

Now I remember my plan to plant hyacinth beans and cucumbers this morning.

Creative activity helps.

I don’t have answers for Boston yet. But I’m working on the connection.

The young girl in my front flower bed giving me clues

The young girl in my front flower bed giving me clues

Listening to Learn

Learning to Listen

Listening for Lessons

A Teacher and her Writing Practice

Writing Is My Drink

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