I thought immediately about the Wild West stories my grandmother told, but could only recall spotty details. For instance, all I remember of a tale she often told about her brother was the punchline, which went something like this: “Woot ‘em! Woot ‘em with your wix wooter!” Or something equally unintelligible. I don’t recall who or what was to be shot, but my guess was that the juvenile cry to arms didn’t match the urgency and severity of the situation. Continue reading
It stands to reason that in love-making, on the surface at least, it is the woman, 'the penetrated one', who holds the vulnerability. After all, having a man push himself into your most sacred and sensitive opening is about the most surrendered and yielding experience one can imagine. So it's understandable that while women are in the 'receiving' role sexually, and are also usually less physically strong than their male partners, the vulnerability is held by the women.
Warning: this blog post is a bit of a ramble. It’s been a while since I posted, so many of the notions bouncing around in my head have found their place here, however tangentially connected.
There are times when I literally ache for a stretch of days in which to write. When days become a week and I have not been able to grab hold of my story and ride its erratic currents for long enough to wrest it into some semblance of a narrative with meaning, it hurts. Because returning to the story always takes time – time to focus, to remember, to gather all the existing and envisioned pieces and hold them lightly while setting down the next word and the next… Continue reading
There is ongoing dialogue regarding the relative efficacy of academic versus more experiential approaches to developing the creative process. And I would like to go on record as one who is bursting with gratitude for alternative methods of learning. I learned Rebalancing bodywork with my entire body – our daily practice included both giving and receiving the treatment session of the day, which enabled us to learn the work from the inside out.
And this is also how I have learned to write. Learning by doing. But I think it’s a rare individual who can learn without being taught. It’s the how of the teaching which makes all the difference. A teaching method which encourages rather than criticizes is the one that has kept me writing. Continue reading
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When I was twenty-one I set out to become a dancer.
For six months I’d been drinking in Europe – its museums, galleries, cafes and its men – but I was still thirsty. I’d been stretching my legs on the balustrade of my Persian lover’s balcony while gazing out over the worn hills of Rome when I realized that I had to do something with my life.
I’d always danced with great joy and abandon, so why not be a dancer, I thought. Continue reading
Recently I was speaking to Barbara Turner-Vesselago, author of Writing without a Parachute – The Art of Freefall and writing teacher extraordinaire, about the requirements and cost of writing memoir. In an upcoming article for the WCDR’s Word Weaver magazine, she shares some of the challenges she faced when her editor pushed her to say more about particularly difficult passages. Passages in which she’d felt she had stripped right down. I felt her pain.