Collaborative Writing from the Prompt - When I Forget to Be Afraid, I...

This morning a group of writers gathered on a telephone bridge line and wrote a poem together during the "And Now You Write" community of writers session. 
 

This poem isn't finished, though - and your contribution would be received with open arms, as well as flowing pencils and fingers on the keyboard. This is a free flowing process, so don't think too hard, simply write your response via comment and become a part of this collaborative poem - 

When I forget to be afraid I...  

have courage to be me
make mistakes
I laugh, when I forget to be afraid...


I step into my bigger self
I find power
I love intensely when I forget to be afraid....


I love intensely
I go for my dreams
I surprise myself when I forget to be afraid


I become sand paper
flow freely
stand in my wisdom when I forget to be afraid

I feel the wind at my back
can be the best me
encourage others when I forget to be afraid


I begin to grow
when I forget
to be afraid...

And Now, YOU write - (please add your sentence or phrase)

When I forget to be afraid, I....

Writing from "And Now You Write" - Ann Flesberg - September 15 and 16

Note from Julie: I would love to post any of your writing here. Any one writing for "And Now You Write" is welcome to send your words to me and I will post them on this blog which I have set aside, now, for your words.

As I was adding Ann's words to the blog this morning I was thinking what a fantastic opportunity this program may be for us to capture and witness our lives in our first person voices so that those behind us will know what our lives were like and for ourselves, so that we will remember what our lives are now.

Very potent - thank you, Ann, for offering me this awareness today.

September 16, 2010 Ann Flesberg

My hand holds love and friendship as I grasp others in greeting. It holds friendship. It holds worship as I fold it to pray. It holds energy as I wash my dishes and write my stories and poems. My hand dusts and cleans my home, scrubs my floors and cooks and bakes for my family.

September 15, 2010 Ann Flesberg

I write because...

I write because it clears my head so that I can view any problem with a positive attitude. When my thoughts are down on paper I can rationally view several sides of a problem without prejudice. Seeing my thoughts down in black and white works better than just thinking or talking about them. Writing helps me be calm and practical so that I can enjoy a satisfying life with my family and friends.

Writing from "And Now You Write" - Ann Flesberg

I open myself to passionate wonder when I let go and let God.

This morning I was fussing to my son about the present economy and had myself in a small tizzy. When my son called me to look at our birdfeeder my whole outlook changed. A handsome father cardinal was tasting the birdie goodies while his patient hen perched on my deck railing. My whole outlook changed to gratitude for the beauty of nature which we enjoy. 

Ann Flesberg  ~September 15, 2010