On Uncertainty #2

Originally written 11.4.20, post-presidential election//pre-presidential election decision It is in our uncertainty, our lack of knowing the outcome of a future event based on the footing from which we currently stand, that we grow into our future selves. Some might argue that we grow through action, or doing, or perseverance, heartbreak, sadness, wins, losses, love, …

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On Uncertainty

Originally written 11.4.20, post-presidential election//pre-presidential election decision We humans act as if uncertainty is new, something novel or unusual, and in reality, it’s what we face each day. Before we even knew that we were uncertain we were uncertain. When we came out of the chute we were uncertain. Would we get fed if we …

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On Rock Bottom

originally written 12.1.20 It's very difficult to explain to people who have never hit rock bottom what rock bottom actually feels like. It's a literal emptying of your entire body, soul, mind, spirit, heart, brain, blood and tissue matter to the point that you become a shell of a human, like a waxy chocolate easter …

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Words Don’t Wait

Funny thing about writing--once you shift from seeing your days as minutes and hours to moments and emotions, you get no say in who, what, where, when, and why story fragments show up.📚Trying to stop the words until you’re ready, with paper, pencil, peace, and a perfectly poured cup of coffee only makes them tumble …

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On Writing During a Crisis

Incredibly grateful to be featured on the Brevity blog today–let me know what you think!

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Beth MorrowBy Beth Morrow

I made a new acquaintance recently who, in his days before three kids, a job in administration, and a divorce, had been an active and productive writer. He lauded me each evening for having sat down during this pandemic to flesh out the essays in my head with a Bic pen in my spiral notebook.

I couldn’t understand why he, as a person who’d felt the pull and power of writing himself, wasn’t doing the same. I thought that’s what writing was for: to internalize and digest the suppositional inanities of the external world into concrete and rational observations. To use our words to transmute the unease and anger and hatred and uncertainty into a story with tangible relevance. Writing has been the only way I have been able to convert the painful and potentially destructive events of my life into a series of stepping stones since…

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What You Don’t See Essay #1

Yesterday I mentioned that we're slowly (or quickly, depending on perspective) closing in on the 6 month anniversary of when I lost my hubby to prostate cancer.

The number one, unquestionable lesson I've learned is...

Meditation 6.10.20

I was very aware before meditating of being in a very scattered, very headspace energy. I have just started a new relationship (not entirely sure it qualifies as a relationship yet, simply a new friendship?) and when this happens in my life, my thoughts always pull me out of the energy of the moment