What a wonderful post Deborah. Thank you for setting your words free! Poetry is a spiritual practice of presence. A revealing wrapped in healing. A mirror of heart. A kiss of soul! Thank you for sharing your story. You will find kindred spirits here. Sharing the spaces between the words. Poetry exists in the failure of language. Poetry is interested in what is on the other side. Meet you there! 🙏❤️
Thank you Jamie for your beautiful and thoughtful response - it feels like a poem itself. We poets, we notice these things! 'A revealing wrapped in healing' resonates deeply, capturing so much depth in so few words. I’m grateful for your encouragement and the understanding you’ve shared. I’ll gladly meet you there. Thank you dear poet!
I wrote all my life as part of my paid job of research work and, when I went freelance, I was often hired to write reports from minor conferences to Committees of Inquiry. I therefore suffered no problems with the worth of my writing. BUT when I published books under my own steam, I didn’t feel triumphant like you but as if I had walked naked down the street. Indeed, I said to friends that I would prefer to walk naked down the street! After a week or so and I wasn’t hit by lightning, I was able to relax and enjoy them. Happens every time!
Ann, I totally get how vulnerable it feels to publish your own work. It's like baring your soul to the world - worse than being naked, if you ask me! Your journey from writing research reports to publishing your own books is so inspiring. It's great that you can eventually relax and enjoy your achievements.
When we share our writing, we often don't realise we're giving a valuable gift to our readers, just like Kristin did for me yesterday. Your post yesterday was incredible, and a little later on when I read about 'Daisy,' I found myself typing and weeping. It was truly moving. You keep writing Ann, and I’ll keep reading!
"You keep writing Ann, and I’ll keep reading!" Thank you. What a fabulous comment. I should post it on the bulletin board above my desk. Perhaps I will post it on Notes!
This is beautiful, Deborah! I'm honored to be part of it. Your story is encouraging. I have had the nudges to finally write the book over the past few years. It's all there–in other forms like courses and webinars–I just need to put it together. And, yet, I am resisting something. Your story is validating 😊
Well, thanks to you, Kristin, I felt so inspired by your story yesterday that I reached for my pen. I've been looking for a way to start my memoir this year, and now I think I've found it. Hmm, I need to start in the dark under my bed where I hid my poems as a teenager. I didn't know this before yesterday, but now I do. Thank you! I'm really excited for you as you write your first book and feel quietly confident that you're already working through any creative resistance through your stories.
What a wonderful post Deborah. Thank you for setting your words free! Poetry is a spiritual practice of presence. A revealing wrapped in healing. A mirror of heart. A kiss of soul! Thank you for sharing your story. You will find kindred spirits here. Sharing the spaces between the words. Poetry exists in the failure of language. Poetry is interested in what is on the other side. Meet you there! 🙏❤️
Thank you Jamie for your beautiful and thoughtful response - it feels like a poem itself. We poets, we notice these things! 'A revealing wrapped in healing' resonates deeply, capturing so much depth in so few words. I’m grateful for your encouragement and the understanding you’ve shared. I’ll gladly meet you there. Thank you dear poet!
Some things cannot be rushed...
some chapters of your story read a lot like my own...
Thank you so much, Deborah for sharing 💗🙏
Thank you Veronika for your heartfelt words. I'm grateful we share these meaningful chapters in our stories. Per aspera ad astra. 💗🙏
I wrote all my life as part of my paid job of research work and, when I went freelance, I was often hired to write reports from minor conferences to Committees of Inquiry. I therefore suffered no problems with the worth of my writing. BUT when I published books under my own steam, I didn’t feel triumphant like you but as if I had walked naked down the street. Indeed, I said to friends that I would prefer to walk naked down the street! After a week or so and I wasn’t hit by lightning, I was able to relax and enjoy them. Happens every time!
Ann, I totally get how vulnerable it feels to publish your own work. It's like baring your soul to the world - worse than being naked, if you ask me! Your journey from writing research reports to publishing your own books is so inspiring. It's great that you can eventually relax and enjoy your achievements.
When we share our writing, we often don't realise we're giving a valuable gift to our readers, just like Kristin did for me yesterday. Your post yesterday was incredible, and a little later on when I read about 'Daisy,' I found myself typing and weeping. It was truly moving. You keep writing Ann, and I’ll keep reading!
"You keep writing Ann, and I’ll keep reading!" Thank you. What a fabulous comment. I should post it on the bulletin board above my desk. Perhaps I will post it on Notes!
This is beautiful, Deborah! I'm honored to be part of it. Your story is encouraging. I have had the nudges to finally write the book over the past few years. It's all there–in other forms like courses and webinars–I just need to put it together. And, yet, I am resisting something. Your story is validating 😊
Well, thanks to you, Kristin, I felt so inspired by your story yesterday that I reached for my pen. I've been looking for a way to start my memoir this year, and now I think I've found it. Hmm, I need to start in the dark under my bed where I hid my poems as a teenager. I didn't know this before yesterday, but now I do. Thank you! I'm really excited for you as you write your first book and feel quietly confident that you're already working through any creative resistance through your stories.
I'm at a loss for words. Truthfully. 💕