Be inspired by Literary Grannies in January: Writing Prompts, quotes and more to get your writing flow moving with ease.
Why be inspired by literary grannies?
These are the women who wrote before us, many are still active writers. Some are famous, some are little known to today’s literary scene.
I am a lifelong quote collector. When I noticed the low percentage of women’s voices in quote sources I started intentionally looking for women’s quotes to add to my collections. It has become something of a passion as has my passion for women writers. Each day in January you will read a quote and several different methods of prompting from list-making to sentence starters to questions to encourage deeper thought and reflection.
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Why are Literary Grannies important to you?
In 2012 I started featuring Literary Grannies in my A to Z Blog Challenges and now, I decided to write specific prompts inspired by Literary Grannies for the same reason I started in the first place: to allow all writers to glean from the rich writing heritage from women, to hear women’s voices alongside men’s voices, to give a more balanced approach to inspiration.
Like always, I am open to the surprises which are bound to find me along the way.
This series (now a part of the Ultimate Blog Challenge) is also serving as a bridge to my new blog which will be unveiled in the middle of the month. In past blog challenges I have offered prompts under the "Let Your Words Flow" name. The Inspiration from Literary Grannies serve as a subset of that series.
I welcome your comments, your questions and your quote contributions. Please share the prompts with your writing buddies and friends!
In fact, as you read books written by women in 2015, take note of inspiring quotes. I would love to add them to my collection and may even write a prompt from them.
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Julie Jordan Scott is a writer, creative life coach, speaker, performance poet, Mommy and mixed-media artist whose Writing Camps and Writing Playgrounds permanently transform people's creative lives. Watch for the announcement of new programs coming Winter 2015 and beyond.
Check out the links below to follow her on a bunch of different social media channels, especially if you find the idea of a Word-Love Party bus particularly enticing.
Today's Visionary Prompter is Sally Hogshead of Fascinate, Inc. She is a Hall of Fame speaker, best-selling author, and a leading expert on fascination. Her clients have included Intel, Cisco, Million Dollar Round Table, GE, and Intuit. Her recent book How the World Sees You (#2 NYT, #1 WSJ) applies her research in the science of fascination to leaders and change-makers who want to be more of their best. (Twitter: @sallyhogshead)
Her prompt asks us this:
"What is your most valuable personality trait? How can you bring it forward in your best work in 2015?"
I immediately dove into the free fascinate assessment that was offered to Questers. I figured it would point out my valuable personality trait since I tend to not be able to "see" my best at close range.
There are so many reasons I could instantly shut down from taking the fascination assessment and its assertions that don’t resonate, but one of the most significant lessons I have learned over and over is that if something I have been told is valuable and applicable and important doesn’t click with me at first the best choice to make is to take a moment to step away and then step back wearing my beginner’s mind hat on rather than my, “Oh, I am a guru who knows all about myself so seriously” hat I tend to choose in moments like this.
I mean, really. The results of my assessment tell me I share common traits with James Bond. What could I have in common with James Bond? I have boycotted Bond films my entire life! I am a feminist who has never valued what I see as a misogynistic love fest so please, Ms. Hogshead, how could I be a connoisseur like he is claimed to be?
Well, that is the beginning, right there.
Who says I have to be a connoisseur like anyone else? After all, I have claimed the unlikely and nutritionally abhorrent description of “Connoisseur of Quarter Pound Hot Dogs” for goodness sakes.
The results say my first trait is prestige (another word that makes my equality seeking heart say “no way!”) and my secondary trait is passion (now there is a word I assess as an immediate fit.)
I have read Ms. Hogshead’s literature more deeply now and definitely see connections.
In fact, I know this information will assist me as I step into my year of Passionate Action in 2015. Things are shaping up well and I need to remember my talents as well as the areas I am not so strong so I may create partnerships where I can add strength and be helped by someone else’s (perhaps your?) strength.
Another surprising by product of Quest2015 is I have gone in directions I would not have set out to go in the first place. Aversions to assessments like this one has been a given, regardless of how valuable they may be. Quest2015 has helped me to set aside such opinions and look, instead, at the “what may be so” and glean important details that will encourage my success to blossom rather than get stuck in more gooey stickiness as it has in the past few years.
Did you hear my ego say “Ouch!” with that strong verbage?
It did and that’s just fine. One of the weaknesses of the Connoisseur is to avoid failure at all cost. Well, I am choosing to embrace failure as well as success.
I will focus on making connections and utilizing my high emotional intelligence and natural enthusiasm to grow in my life work as a business artist. I have known these are talents I possess, but it is good to see this from an expert.
Finally, I posted an image from the assessment on my facebook page describing what a connoisseur is known for and people “liked” it so I suppose the report is at least reasonably right on.
2015 and I will be better for the confession AND better for taking the passionate action one would expect from a Connoisseur! The exclamation point truly says it all.
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Julie Jordan Scott is a writer, creative life coach, speaker, performance poet, Mommy and mixed-media artist whose Writing Camps and Writing Playgrounds permanently transform people's creative lives. Watch for the announcement of new programs coming Winter 2015 and beyond.
Check out the links below to follow her on a bunch of different social media channels, especially if you find the idea of a Word-Love Party bus particularly enticing.
I hadn't learned about detachment and integrated what I learned at the depths I know now.
I was shown in these last months the sweet subtle methods of choice even when the only guarantee in making that choice is that one will feel sadness.
What I didn't remember is that the pinch of sorrow is also the pinch that reminds me this life is not a dream and I am indeed awake and alive. A pinch usually says mild shouts of "owie!" but this year's pinch evoked a gutteral cry that reached up from the soles of my feet and shouted out the top of my head.
This year's pinch was a surrendering-to-what-is ache, a decision to create space for meaningful change to rise out of the earth and into my heart.
Coleman Barks describes it like this in his "The Soul of Rumi"
"I want a howling hurt. This is not a treasury where gold is stored; this is for copper.
We alchemists look for talent that can heat up and change. Lukewarm
won't do. Halfhearted holding back, well-enough getting by? Not here."
This year I remembered again what passionate detachment feels like. It isn't like a cake almost done or a dress that almost fits, it is a full throttle sort of release. It is giving one's entire soul-self without focusing on what one receives as a result of the giving. Receiving is occasionally what happens - it isn't the soul (or sole) purpose.
The soul purpose lives within the heating up, the alchemy, the metalurgy.
The sole purpose lives in the transformation, the one hundred percent and more. It is running as fast as one can, the singing at the top of one's lung and holding that note out.... and out some more.
It howls when it doesn't have "the right" words and knows translation, for the beloved, isn't necessary.
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Julie Jordan Scott is a writer, creative life coach, speaker, performance poet, Mommy and mixed-media artist whose Writing Camps and Writing Playgrounds permanently transform people's creative lives. Watch for the announcement of new programs coming Winter 2015 and beyond.
Check out the links below to follow her on a bunch of different social media channels, especially if you find the idea of a Word-Love Party bus particularly enticing.
Today's Visionary Prompter is Eric Klein, "a pioneering voice in bringing more spirit, meaning, and authenticity into the workplace. He's worked with over 20,000 leaders from Fortune 500 companies, healthcare, governmental and non-profit organizations as well as mid-size companies."
His prompt asks us this:
How will you face your shadow bag and stop the stink, so you can bring forth the best of you in 2015? What can you claim right now?
This version of Marley comes from Jacob Rackham's 1915 illustration. I imagine my shadowbags of bullshit as being much puffier (and stinkier!)
Shadowbags: Perhaps it is due to the season, but in my mind’s eye I see myself doing a Jacob Marley impression with bags of bullshit weighing me down rather than the Dickensian chains.
The questions being asked of me are:
Why do I buy into the bullshit?
What will it take to stop purchasing more packages that cause me to become heavier and unhappier?
Perhaps these questions were underneath my pillow all night, requesting I honestly take a peek into current and future life choices so that my habitual choices of the past will not continue to add bulk to the bags of bullshit I have carted around for decades in some cases.
“Name them,” the question askers say.
“Put it out there, please.” Then the response as I silently scoff. “It will be worth it.” they cajole.
I think the shadowbags under my eyes have had enough play in my recent months but then I hear “No one reads your blog, anyway, so who can bite your ass or add to the bullshit bags if they aren’t even reading your blog?”
Interesting that I literally set aside theater this year once again. I was in one production, perhaps a ten minute scene (if that) in a late night show at the Empty Space. I got a lot of praise for it and enjoyed doing it a lot. I wasn’t able to be involved in any more productions because of my devotion to Grannying. I tried to do the Scottish Play and I directed two one act plays, but I had to drop out of the Scottish play and the one act plays were great on one hand and on the other, just not worth the pain.
Shadowbag #1 a.b.c. I deserve pain. Put other people first, always, even if it nearly slays your spirit. Praise and satisfaction are nothing when the people I love most don’t bother to show up.
I didn’t write much poetry this year, but when I did write poetry it was astounding. I’m claiming that as not a shadowbag. I also realize, looking back at my notebooks, there are quite a few stillborn poems that in the past would have been massaged and sculpted and breathed into form.
Shadowbag MommyJulieFail: I am a lousy giver-of-birth-and-life. Death is my friend, death is what my womb brought forth first and will bring forth last both actually and metaphorically.
Sometimes we have to tear holes in our outside veneers to restore what is buried (and still there) like I did with my home this Summer.
My hands refused to continue there for a moment, perhaps because that one hurts so much to admit on paper. I have another stillborn poem from about five years ago that was stillborn. I don’t believe I have ever confessed this aloud or if I have, I have forgotten it.
Buying into being a stillbirth-giver-of-death does not pay homage to my daughter who died at birth nor does it honor the children I have who lived, the grandson I have who lives, the foster daughter I raised or the projects I carried through the finish line, contentedly with a proud new Mommy smile on my face.
My hands stop moving again.
Normally when they get like this the document gets closed or erased or disappears completely.
“When will you get over it?” the Daddy of my daughter asked me when she would have been three-years-old. I never imagined how the shadows of what wasn’t would continue to color so many aspects of the rest of my life. It has been almost twenty-five years. It is time to take the hand of my baby daughter when she was still alive within me and birth her in a different way so that I may birth my life (work, creativity, all of it) in a different way.
Not all of my life is coated in maudlin colors. In fact, many of the people I associate with now know nothing of this part of my history. I bring this to the surface here because without acknowledging it, the nibbles on my feet, my hands and my heart continue.
Shadowbag #7: I feel too much for too long which makes me a crazy freak of the worst sort. The thing is, people who love me love this about me. They love that I feel a lot and cry with a carload of teenagers as I explain about my long ago mental health clients who I seemed to see differently than the other clinicians, how looking into their eyes and seeing the person inside forever changed me.
This is an anti-shadowbag I created in 2014. Pretty cool to discover and claim and I looked for images to go with this blog post! YES!
Shadowbag #7B: Too. Too. Too. Julie, the Adverb.I laugh too loud. I am too heavy. I am too sexual. I am too maudlin. I am too goofy. I am too quirky. I am too emotional. I am too discombobulated.
How interesting.
My daughter joined me on the sofa just now. It is 8:20 and the first morning of winter vacation. I woke with a painful chest and decided to just sit here and attempt to write and I realize in the writing my chest is much less painful and clogged.
I didn’t take any decongestant but the heavy feeling and pain I thought would slay me today has turned minimalist.
I add some more notes to the body of this blog post which is actually longer than I usually write or post.
I’m going to leave it because who will read it all the way through, anyway.
Why do I buy into the bullshit?There is an aspect of me that believes if the risks are too great if I were to let go of the stillbirth aspect of my life and if I actually finish stuff and put it out there widely and wildly, I will fail and that will hurt and it just isn’t worth it.
What will it take to stop “purchasing” more bullshit packages? This is an exceptional start. Continually asking and being brave enough to actively respond to the questions and change my habitual behaviors will be where the results live. It is definitely worthy of testing, yes?
If you’re still here, thank you.
I look forward to adventuring with you in the future.
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Julie Jordan Scott is a writer, creative life coach, speaker, performance poet, Mommy and mixed-media artist whose Writing Camps and Writing Playgrounds permanently transform people's creative lives. Watch for the announcement of new programs coming Winter 2015 and beyond.
Check out the links below to follow her on a bunch of different social media channels, especially if you find the idea of a Word-Love Party bus particularly enticing.
*There was a time when I wrote five minutes each Sunday, stream of consciousness style. A bunch of us did so, posting on our blogs and roaming around visiting and commenting throughout the day. While it no longer "officially" exists, as I prepared to get out of bed on this Solstice Sunday it just felt right to write in that style again.
Here is my invitation to you today and throughout the coming season.*
It is Sunday morning. I can hear coffee brewing and a rooster not exactly crowing, but definitely exploring the light as it shows her face. It is Winter Solstice today, reminding me of the return of the light.
This year I have experienced more light and a lot of darkness, quite a lot of darkness, and the biggest blessings came in facing both with equal amounts of loving invitation.
What makes darkness and light equally inviting is not in the quality of seeing, but the quality of accepting. I have had a long standing belief “I am afraid of the dark, I must have a light on in order to not be freaked out.”
I told myself “be afraid.”
Now I tell myself, “be awake, be bold, be love.” and the light inside reminds me when I am conscious and clear minded, nothing can hook me with ‘Watch out, the boogie man is going to get you’ or ‘If you aren’t protected, you’re going to lose (add your greatest love object/subject here) ‘ or ‘You’ll never get ‘it’ right, you just aren’t (good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, thin enough, have enough (or the "right" friends, own the right stuff etc etc ad infinitum).
The reality lives in this quote of the husband of Eleanor Roosevelt, Franklin Delano Roosevelt: “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”
I will add “When we choose boldness, more boldness is born within and around us.” and “Deliberate action yields powerful results.” and “Feminine strength builds the pathway to your highest calling.”
My coffee has finished brewing. It is still quiet in my house as everyone else continues in sleep.
I am ready to step into the dawning light, to take intentional, passionate action, and respond to my highest call just as it is time for you to do the same.
I would love to hear about the “what happened next” for you as well.
I’m grateful you are here with me.
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Julie Jordan Scott is a writer, creative life coach, speaker, performance poet, Mommy-extraordinaire and mixed-media artist whose Writing Camps and Writing Playgrounds permanently transform people's creative lives. Watch for the announcement of new programs coming Fall and Winter, 2014 and beyond.
Check out the links below to follow her on a bunch of different social media channels, especially if you find the idea of a Word-Love Party bus particularly enticing.
The prompt from Visionary Todd Henry kicked me in my gut when I first read it.
"If you knew that your life’s story will be written based upon your choices and actions in 2015, how will you live?"
The tiniest sliver about our visionary from his twitter account - Todd Henry is the Founder @beAccidental, arms dealer for the creative revolution, thought follower, obsessive notebook purchaser, author of The Accidental Creative & Die Empty. Follow him on twitter @toddhenry
f you knew that your life’s story will be written based upon your choices and actions in 2015, how will you live? - See more at: http://trackingwonder.com/quest-2015/community/#toggle-id-2
I knew it wouldn't be a speedy write. Enter a busy end of December into the mix and I was more than the tiniest bit bummed I couldn't get to the keyboard and just finish something sooner, darnit, pr with more complexity and more depth and more oooohing and ahhhing from readers and yes, that is just how life is sometimes.
I started and stopped writing this blog post three times. I just couldn’t seem to fall into a writing groove which for me feels strange. Writing grooves and I usually very close friends.
As soon as I read Todd Henry’s prompt I knew I was going to… not struggle, not try hard. I knew I was going to be ready to be true to the response rather than report the response from a distance.
What questions will I live?
What are my top three priorities today to be as effective as possible in my creative life artist work?
What in my home/family life needs my attention so that I may reach my top three priorities today?
What am I willing to do to bring these questions consistently into focus as a spiritual creative life artist work practice?
These are right on questions and a great way to start my journey to discovery, but when I sat at my kitchen table to create, a dear old friend came to play and I suddenly remembered she was not just a friend - she was me.
See? My discovery was rather extraordinary with or without a lot of pencil to paper or fingers to the keyboard time.
This character has been a part of my consciousness for at least five years. It wasn't until today I realized completely she is actually me.
She made this appearance in 2010
Then in 2014 she was morphed into a quote/writing prompt -
And then yesterday as I worked on the prompt from Todd Henry, she showed up again and I finally understood.
The receiving dancer is me.
She may be more buxom and smaller waisted than I, but she is me nonetheless. As I was finishing up this blog post, firefox crashed leaving my brilliant conclusion unsaved. I am laughing now because the "before I discovered I was the receiving dancer me" would have probably given up on the posting for a while, perhaps forever, because I didn't feel up to repeating what I lost.
Today, however, I know that this is a part of the process of discovery.
I am, indeed, meant to continue and to hit publish within the next five minutes because I need to be on my way to a workshop I am leaving within ten minutes.
These questions, coupled in action as this new receiving dancer creative life artist, will shape and form my life story as it is lived in 2015. I haven't completed the visionary process yet and I know I will.
Somehow getting this initial phase of thinking out there feels much more significant and I know you will bear with me as I continue to focus upon and ask these questions:
What are my top three priorities today to be as effective as possible in my creative life artist work?
What in my home/family life needs my attention so that I may reach my top three priorities today?
What am I willing to do to bring these questions consistently into focus as a spiritual creative life artist work practice?
So the receiving dancer me started as a doodle, but she actually took form in a selfie from the other night that has gotten lots of positive response via facebook. I was embarrassed by all the attention as a matter of fact and it is only now I am connecting the two of us:
See me dancing?
Julie Jordan Scott is a writer, creative life coach, speaker, performance poet, Mommy-extraordinaire and mixed-media artist whose Writing Camps and Writing Playgrounds permanently transform people's creative lives. Watch for the announcement of new programs coming Fall and Winter, 2014 and beyond.
Check out the links below to follow her on a bunch of different social media channels, especially if you find the idea of a Word-Love Party bus particularly enticing.
In our chronically undergrieved society, we hide from such real, deep emotions. I learned to know and appreciate grief beginning with the death of my daughter at birth and continued through many other losses. This photo is an overly of a soul grief self portrait and a photo from the WTC Monument in New York City.
My beloved parents had this rule they lived by when we were children. “Don’t argue in front of the children.”
It was right there alongside “Children don’t belong at funerals” and “Don’t stop what you started. We are not a family of quitters” that were well intentioned yet so detrimental to the development of one’s whole person.
I grew up handicapped in the expression and understanding of the power of anger. I didn't know what grief looked like. I didn't get to know how to say "no" when things didn't fit or feel right or align with me.
To this day, I have to concentrate on not turning and running when I face an angry person or feel anger rising in myself.
In the past few years I have learned I can have a heated argument with a dear friend and guess what? That friend will still love me even though we went head-to-head and toe-to-toe.
I have learned some people default into anger the way I default into withdrawal and/or depression. Both are done unconsciously and if I approach their anger with love to diffuse the fear within, there is so much beautiful grit underneath I have had some deeply transformative discussions once the fear under the anger is set free.
I have learned conscious anger is one of my most powerful allies.
The only time anger is problematic is when it is expressed as a weapon based in fear.
This year I framed my year in the word "Bold" and in doing so, courage was at the forefront of my consciousness much of the time. I made choices I never would have made, mostly surrounding saying no and stopping things I never would have stopped - remember the family rule that said, "We are not quitters"?
One of my heroes is Tank Man, from the Tianeman Square Uprising in Beijing in 1989. There is no doubt in my mind he was angry.
What did he do?
This is what conscious anger looks like in my mind.
He stood in front of a row of army tanks, holding his groceries, and singlehandedly stopped the flow of military might that was about to plow into students and their peaceful protest in the Square. He used his anger to consciously stand, to take action that still stands in the minds of people like me and won him his anonymous place (known only as Tank Man) as one of the most influential people of the 20th Century.
What would happen if we use anger consciously to build our life work in an empowering, world shifting way. I will remember Tank Man to take stands for my vision, my people, my whatever-it-happens-to-be.
Who knows what will happen on six months from now when I wake up and walk out my front door, metaphorical groceries in hand and see the line of tanks heading for a destination they have no business inhabiting.
Conscious Anger and me. Powerful compadres and collaborators. 2015 keeps looking better and better and better.
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Julie Jordan Scott is a writer, creative life coach, speaker, performance poet, Mommy-extraordinaire and mixed-media artist whose Writing Camps and Writing Playgrounds permanently transform people's creative lives. Watch for the announcement of new programs coming Fall and Winter, 2014 and beyond.
Check out the links below to follow her on a bunch of different social media channels, especially if you find the idea of a Word-Love Party bus particularly enticing.
The first step in silencing the gremlin is to take the power away through listening only to what serves your purpose and the greatest good.
This was the year of the most NOT doing that I’ve had perhaps so far in my life as well as the year of making space to listen to the non-gremlin voices who actually serve my purpose rather than detract from it.
There is no way I can fully engage in my life work if I am chronically riddled with gremlin invoked self doubt. Instead, the choice is an active daily one to listen to what serves my purpose. Wisdom from like hearted friends who understand what I am up to serves my purpose. Taking time for self-care and creativity serves my purpose. Avoiding the energy of other people’s drama serves my purpose. (For those who have a challenge in this area, I use a mantra of “Thank you, I wish you well and now I’ll move along” to increase my awareness and release myself from the very strong force field these situations create.)
It was a year of taking a huge responsibility for my Grandson which meant I didn’t have space for theater, I couldn’t participate in a social life as I am accustomed, and the way I express myself creatively has also changed dramatically due to the time I am investing in his little life.
It was also a year understanding the power of lifelong pattern recognition.
I am one of those folks who consistently fight for the underdog at times forgetting myself. This year I stopped forgetting myself and in fact, got better at sticking up for myself. It wasn’t (and still isn’t) easy, but I am doing it. It is incredible how gremlins rise up in moments when one is changing patterns. They get angry and argumentative and tell you all the reasons you can’t do that! That isn’t who you are!
The New Year is bound to include many rousing songs from the Gremlin Chorus.
It is up to you to choose whether or not you will sing along with the gremlin choir. You have the power to stop the gremlin song!
The thing is I get to choose whether or not I sing along.When one is up to the really big, the really significant and the life changing, the presence of gremlins or whatever form of limiting belief talk one believes in - this is where those voices become the most ferocious.
Consciously knowing this as one takes bold actions helps fuel all that is good and pure and right. My work is to love people into transformation so that the world is transformed as well. This is too big to let any gremlins or limiting beliefs have power over my actions and my conscious inactions.
2015 is my year of action: passionate, bold, life and world changing action. There are no gremlins, gremlin choirs, or people who will hijack my vision. It is time.
Julie Jordan Scott is a writer, creative life coach, speaker, performance poet, Mommy-extraordinaire and mixed-media artist whose Writing Camps and Writing Playgrounds permanently transform people's creative lives. Watch for the announcement of new programs coming soon!
Check out the links below to follow her on a bunch of different social media channels, especially if you find the idea of a Word-Love Party bus particularly enticing.
Write a letter to your future self - being sure to say THANK YOU to yourself, AND write for only five minutes and/or one paragraph maximum.
Here's mine as an example:
Dear Future Self,
Thank you for hanging in there with me during my more than slightly ridiculous moments and thank you, oh, thank you, for giving me those flash light moments along the way to remind me everything was proceeding exactly as it was meant to proceed.
We really, really did it.
Thank you.
Julie
PS - Now it is YOUR turn! WRITE IT!
And be sure to visit #5for5BrainDump for a regular dose of writing in five minute nuggets to create your next writing breakthroughs and end any blocks or barriers you may have been experiencing.
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Julie Jordan Scott is a writer, creative life coach, speaker, performance poet, Mommy-extraordinaire and mixed-media artist whose Writing Camps and Writing Playgrounds permanently transform people's creative lives.
Watch for the announcement of new programs coming regularly!
Check out the links below to follow her on a bunch of different social media channels, especially if you find the idea of a Word-Love Party bus particularly enticing.
Pema Chodron's words were a gift, a reminder, a generous treasure.
I am continuing to refine my generosity, to hold on loosely and to leave space for all light to come in. To love, divinely and to be passionately detached always knowing the outcomes aren't my responsibility, they are a blessing no matter how they may be perceived to look initially.
I was feeling more than slightly wound up today so I did a chord release meditation. This is a meditation where one actively visualizes and practices releasing with love and generosity. The energy field is devoid of anger or lack, it is crisp and clear and constructive.
Now I feel much better, much more open, much more willing to be generous with space and love and no longer feeling the need to get tangled up! Tangles never feel good in the end though sometimes when I forget, when my memory leaves me, I find myself insisting upon making messes.
Not beautiful messes, either. Those are an entirely different category.
I have a feeling I will continue to release chords daily as a practice for this next chunk of time in my life, maybe a week maybe two maybe into the new year.
I’m up to some huge and marvelous tasks in the days and weeks to come. I need to generously restore myself and free space for the greatest good of you and you and them and them.
Thank you, Debra, Kira and Pema. There are no accidents, there is always beloved synchronicity.
Julie Jordan Scott is a writer, creative life coach, speaker, performance poet, Mommy-extraordinaire and mixed-media artist whose Writing Camps and Writing Playgrounds permanently transform people's creative lives. Watch for the announcement of new programs coming Fall and Winter, 2014 and beyond.
Check out the links below to follow her on a bunch of different social media channels, especially if you find the idea of a Word-Love Party bus particularly enticing.
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