The Secret of My Life: today's ANYW entry

The secret of my life is I hang out a lot with divinity. Perhaps this is why I rarely get lonely.


I started practicing this early, maybe in my languageless companionship with John. Like today "go under the bridge" I "hear" like I had earlier "heard" to turn the car around and fetch a chair before I left home so that I would be comfortable once I went under the bridge. Once I agreed, "ok, I am going all ready!"

It is relentless, sometimes, the divine nudging, cajoling, nagging so most of the time I just walk alongside it and follow what it says.

Today the divine brought me into one of my favorite spots to write. A loud silent place, under a bridge, graffiti on the walls. I love it. I can't hear a thing there except the sound of flow. I see in my notebook where I wrote, "Come write with me you crazy person, write!" I suppose that was divinity saying, "Write this into an essay, Julie! Write it I dare you!" so here, I sit and I do.

When I was under the bridge with the water flowing I realized some people would label this little slice of heaven "smelly." Never, I say. Interesting smell. Sort of like decomposition and nature, changing form from one to another. I watch the trees sway above me and I realize I can't hear the leaves with all this flow around me. I call the sound of leaves in the wind 'God sounds' since so often I hear the divine in the rustling leaves.

Today I exchanged one version of God sounds for another. Sometimes we hear divinity differently.

Under this bridge I can't hear the Sheriff's firing range that was bothering me while I was above this spot. I watch as a leaf offers itself to the river and a blue dragonfly investigates the trees and settles on a large grey rock so I can see the dragonfly actually has a red body and its wings are blue. I look up and see some of last year's leaves freckling the green leaves and branches of a large tree above me.

I see a spider web bridging the river, too, echoing this spot where I am sitting.

Later, the web seems to have disappeared, playing a silent game of peek-a-boo with my pen.

I thought I was seeing destruction. I wasn't. I just needed to perceive from a different angle.

I stop to pause, noting my fingers first wrote a wrong word: angel. They meant ANGLE, as in moved differently to see a different perception.

"Now you see me, now you don't!" giggles the angelic spider web, so delicate yet so hardy.

The secret of my life is I can write volumes without noticing, without needing to converse with any humans, just me and the insects, the water, the leaves and that grand blue heron (or perhaps some family of egret) gracefully outstretching her wings and gliding up river from me when my arms lifted too fast and she lost trust in me.

I wrote that line and felt, when I noticed I started to hear cars on the bridge, its time to turn. Time to go home. Time to see what is next, there.

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

Paradox at Writing Camp: 3:30 Writing Campfire on August 2

While I was leading the live writing session at 3:30 I realized it might be valuable to have more reading on this concept of paradox, of heaven AND earth... etc... so I am posting a couple past Daily Passion Activator Articles for you to read below.

Love, Rather
© 2009
Julie Jordan Scott

I will admit it: my attitude in this moment borders on annoying. Yes, I am annoying
myself.

You see, today bears the feeling of a "to-do"
list day. I lot to do, so I create a list of
"I must do this, I must do that" and imagine
the satisfaction of saying and yes, even the
feeling of satisfaction as I check check check
the inconsequential tasks from my list.

I see a sort of "Zorro" meets "Mrs. Doubtfire"
meets "Hazel" all on a simple task oriented list.
I find it populates itself in post-it notes
and journal entries scattered on my kitchen
table and home-office desk.

I sit down with my notebook.

"Am I ready for the longer-term-to-do's?" I
ask myself.

"In what sense?" I answer my own question
with a question.

My Other Self says: "I mean, you are a leap
in, no worries, minimalist in pre-planning,
knit-the-net-as-you-fly kinda gal right?" I
feel the pause crackle through the air. "Right?"

Myself Says: "Yes and No."

My Other Self says, dismissively yet with
an edge: "Wishy-washy"

Myself says: "Yes and No! I appreciate and
inject strategy. My mindfulness has increased
and ironically, my fear at times (cloaked in
hesitation) joins with that."

I pause again, less cracking, more calm air
comes in. "I am finding I am a master
of avoidance."

"Like right now."

My Other Self whispers, "What if you loved your
avoidance rather than judged it?"

I think: "How can I love avoidance?!" (I almost
lit my journal on fire with a cute snowman
candle as I wrote that, nudging the paper
with a stronger intensity than I imagined.)

My other self says: "How can you love your
`unique' child, your nice way of saying
`autistic child'?"

Me: "Not even child with autism?"

Other me: "Is that avoiding?

Me: "I want to say `I don't know' but since
I won't let my coaching clients say that...

Other Me: "What else can you say?"

Me: I don't think it is avoidance. It is what
I believe. I believe autism is uniqueness. I
don't see atypical neurology as bad. Its
just unique.

Other Me: "So its not avoiding to call
Sam `unique'."

Other Me: "And you love it, all of it,
Sam and his uniqueness."

Me: "Yes. And I hate it, too."

Other Me: "That makes sense in what way?"

Me: "It makes sense because I just know it. I
know I hate it because of what he may have
to endure because of it – what he has had to
endure because of the way he processes
language and the way he experiences life
in general when life doesn't upset `normal'
kids it upsets him. It makes me mad that he
(and all of us) have to learn to negotiate
differently yet I love that we have to do
it, too. It is a paradox. It just is, and I
just know it is and I am ok with it. I am
not avoiding it. I love it. And even when
I avoid it, I love it."

I pause. "I don't know if I am doing this right.
I need the how-to book to double check."

See what I mean about annoying myself?

That "conversation" I had with myself was
actually one of my "to-do's" and quite an
enlightening one.

This writing is also one of my "to-do's" and
one I enjoy quite a lot. Writing here is
like hanging out with you over a cup of
coffee at Dagny's. I love doing that.

The question that arose in my conversation
with myself was such a valuable one: "What
if you loved _________ rather than judged it?"

I was talking about avoidance but it could
be anything you have marked as "wrong" whether
it is on your to-do list or any aspect
of your life or the world at all.

Let me show you what I mean.

"What if you loved your partner's way of
doing laundry rather than judged it as being
wrong because it is different than how you do it?"

"What if you loved the way your neighbor
decorated their house for the holidays rather
than judged it?"

"What if you loved your own perceived
weaknesses rather than judged them?"

Before you dismiss any of these as frivolous,
please take time with them.

Add yours in here, as they percolate
in the pondering process:

"What if you loved _________ rather than
judged it?" (change the exact wording
to fit for you.)

"What if you loved _________ rather than judged it?"

"What if you loved _________ rather than judged it?"

What if?

What if?

What if?

Ask yourself these simple questions throughout the
next few days.

Add the question to your "to-do" lists, in whatever form
they might take.

Allow the responses to dribble forward in your mind.

Don't push them, don't nay-say them, just give them
space to come forward and meet you.

These words from Alice Walker say it just right:

"I have learned not to worry about love;
but to honor its coming with all my heart."

Honor the love wanting to come to you by asking
and living the questions posed here... What if?


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How to Tap Into The Joy of Passionate Paradox
© 2007
Julie Jordan Scott

Paradoxes melt in my heart and soul almost the same
way chocolate melts in my mouth – rich, deeply invigorating
and often times filled with surprises.

What sounds impossible I know is absolutely true – that
being still in the midst of a maelstrom and pulsating with
energy while simply gazing at the stars – this is where
passion most truly lives.

Passion lives the vividly in the center of the paradox, in
the place where the truth dances – with life, with vigor,
with silence, with harmony and with cacophony.

I was raised in a large, busy family where noise was the
status quo. I learned early to work and focus no matter
how much of a hubbub surrounded me. I discovered that
sometimes the most sacred experiences of sanctuary actually
came from being immersed in the hubbub, completely – and
being in awe of the life force that quietly flowed even in
what seemed like chaos.

At Disneyland recently I stood, waiting patiently in a
crowd to get on board Rockin' Space Mountain. I quietly
sent love, sent kindness, sent peace to the others as they
waited. Ironic? Yes. Perfect? Yes – absolutely.

It was in a moment with my Muse when I felt the most
springy inside, the most vulnerable, the most perplexed
and bewildered. I reclined on a tarp spread across the
soil, looking up at the stars, quiet on the outside and
reflective yet pulsing wildly on the inside. The fire
warmed one side of my body and the other side
of my body was shivering against the cold, December
air. "You look so beautiful, lying there in repose" My
Muse said to me.

You can practice your own version of this paradox,
as Indira Gandhi reminds us "You must learn to be
still in the midst of activity and to be vibrantly
alive in repose."

Yes – your passionate embrace of life is worth
exploring now.

Consider a time when you felt extra busy – what might
you have focused on to bring your heart to center
amidst the outer appearance of chaos?

Consider a time of deep relaxation – what might you do
to stay fully awake and alert amidst this sacred
time of quiet?

Now – be on the look out for times to practice this
passionate paradox – and let me know how it goes.

Wednesday Inspiration for Writing Campers

When I open my eyes to writing camp, I see the spaces and places writing campers have started exploring. I see a writing-zip-line, where writers learned to just let go and not worry about the “hows” or “wait, does this make sense?” that the sometimes the “normal” writing workshop filters cause. I giggle because I can see the new word combinations bubbling up through me and recognize this is what happens when we write, separately together, around the campfire.

I also see the women naturalists and explorers I have been discovering myself. I feel their urging and presence beside me, pointing the way and allowing me to make the discoveries. They don’t fill every nook and cranny of my mind with their fillings, they allow me to find things for myself and return to them with curiosity. In doing so, they help ignite my fire for life, the “Zest” as Annie Alexander said, which I then return to Writing Campers.

This delights me.

I come to writing camp today to discover, how I can be of best service to the Writing Campers. This is all about them – there processes, their discoveries. I hope when we come back I will discover more writing on blog posts or facebook so I may see some of the moments, resting on pillows in their individual writing tents and cabins. What is happening, there, away from the campfire when the sparks are still fresh. This is something I miss, the energy of “after” the campfire where I know some of the words which have the most oomph and the most lasting triumphs finally make it through.

Beauty Quote:

"These hours of beauty have meant so much to me, somewhat in the writing,

but much more in the long incalculable hours and days out of which the

writing has risen like the blue smoke out of woods, that I want to

share them with others." --Fiona Macleod

Sunset Writing Camp Comes to Bakersfield, August 5, 2010

Details will be forthcoming - the time to mark your calendars is NOW for Sunset Writing Camp in Bakersfield.

When: Thursday, August 5
6:30 until 30 minutes post Sunset/complete dark (whichever comes first)

Where: A top secret location within the Metro Bakersfield area. Once you register, you'll find out our secret location. :-)
Cost: $7

What to bring: Yourself, Your notebook and pens... pencils, crayons, cameras, musical instruments, folding chairs, water bottles, and good humor are welcome, too.