Monday, July 23, 2012

as a bee

My life is super busy, in a good way. I have little time for blogging or internet in general.

I taught a workshop last called "Why We Write." It was through So Say We All. I LOVED it! I had no idea how to approach the subject so I came up with a list of questions about the stories that affected us as children, the writers we turn to, and a few other questions. I didn't know if the process would work but at the end it was pretty interesting to see how the questions answered the "Why We Write" question without actually having to answer the question outright. At the end of the workshop I did another exercise, writing from a place of "as if." This is an exercise I've done in my own life, in meditation and other practice. Act as if what you want has already happened. I had the participants write themselves letters as if they were their own biggest fan, in the future, writing to tell the author why their work was so meaningful to them. (For example: Dear Lizz, thank you for writing the **** trilogy. Your main character reminded me so much of myself; seeing her on her journey changed. . . ) I almost cried several times when people read their letters aloud. I love teaching workshops, I forget I've been writing a very long time and that I have a lot to share about the process.

I've been starting my mornings every day with poetry. I make a pot of coffee in the French press, sit in my office in the morning light and read. I've been reading Rilke, Rumi, Harjo, Cernuda, Whitman, Cervantes, writers who uplift me and remind me to live my day with a certain type of grace. I recommend starting the day with poetry.

Heading out to Vancouver in a couple of weeks and I'm pretty damn excited. 

Monday, July 9, 2012

weaving

A couple of nights ago I dreamt I was waiting for a man I love in the desert, there was an arroyo. I began weaving a bridge made of my own hair. I kept cutting my hair to braid it into cables to span the divide and my hair kept growing. It was one of the most beautiful dreams I've ever had.

I'm an in love with the Rumi poem, The Sunrise Ruby. Submit to a daily practice. Yes and more yes.

I haven't blogged in a while. My computer died. I've been busy contemplating, growing, taking care of details. Summer is also my busy season for work, I've been putting in 12 hour days and sometimes working six days a week. I have to hustle this time of year because after the feast there is often famine.

While cleaning out a desk drawer I found a journal from January and February of this year. Every morning I wrote down my dreams then just journaled. Pretty impressive to see what I wrote, what I was dreaming. I was definitely struggling.  No more, no more.

In joyous news, I have writing in a new anthology, Ban This!; The BSP Anthology of Xican@ Literature. Some pretty great writers in the collection, I'm proud to have my work published with theirs.

A few things coming up, I'll be teaching a one night workshop on "why we write." I'll post more details as soon as I have them. And I have a next month reading in. . . . CANADA!!! More details on that soon as well.

I spent the afternoon with my grandmother yesterday I am crazy blessed to have been born into this beautiful, strange family. My grandmother has 16 grandchildren but she somehow manages to connect with all of us in our own unique way. She and I have some interesting things in common that are sometimes a little scary. We also consider each other crazy but love each other dearly. I'm grateful for her long life and how much I can learn from her.