Years into the Enrichment Project, about the time the project seems to have stagnated, weighing me down, I decide to reconnect with my Desire, with why I started the project in the first place. From a bowl of stones next to my front door, I select a red tiger's eye to represent my wish for change.
When it comes to introducing the women who make up this Enrichment Circle, Teejei is the logical first choice
In 2010, I harbored this vague Desire to enrich my life in some way. I was anything but Present, describing my creative process as "assembly-line-like." I was distinctly out of Balance, possessing scant insight into my own patterns. And so I contacted a Circle of women, asking to pester them for a year with questions about their creative processes.
1 Week in Paradise = 3 Months of Writing Practice
The conversations that this contest initiated have already dumped magic all over my days. (And nights.) From feeling into my worth as a quantum being, to reconnecting with my raw journaled truths. From sassy spicy book clubs, to courting dream time visions and blowing bubbles and taking long, luxurious showers. Dusting up my hands with… Continue reading Our Inspiration Conversation Winner
If you share with me one of your creative practices-- how you get inspired, how you keep going when the going gets tough-- I will enter your name in a drawing to win a seat in the 2016 Birthing Ourselves into Being program.
When this year began, I harbored grand dreams of blogging more frequently as I delved into editing the chapters of this book, wrestling with the concepts, retracing my journey a bit more publicly this time. Life, it seems, has had other plans.
"And there was a huge explosion," my little chapbook reads, "which, as you know, is the quickest way to get things done. The explosion was not the beginning-- just the next change . . . We are all divisions of it, down to an elemental level. We change it changes itself."
I've grown familiar with the human skeleton over the last 10 years; this book, however, has been a completely unknown animal. Until Sunday night. A week and a half ago, I began outlining the basic structure across the floor, but I had not held or transcribed over half of the interviews. Last weekend, I finished… Continue reading Skeletons
My head tells me to begin this project with a solid thesis statement, topic sentences. I ought to know my conclusion beforehand. And yet, this time, I don't. I'm trumping tradition by writing the middle sections first, observing how they hang together, with plans to add the opening and ending as if I were wrapping… Continue reading So Much Sticky
