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Possible or Impossible? The Not-so-Unlikely Relationship with Optimism, Reborn Via Social Media.

The energy and pulse of optimism is present, daily, waiting for me to receive it.

Every.

Single.

Day.

We don’t need to do a thing.

You don’t, I don’t, no one does.

Listen, please, stop the multi-tasking you are doing and listen not just with your ears but listen with your eyes and your heart wide open.

I woke up in darkness this morning.

I woke up on a Sunday in the pre-dawn to spend time with friends across the planet to “discuss” celebration and harvest. Diwali, the Hindu Festival of Lights was calling me – I just hadn’t tuned in clearly until this morning.

My biggest take-away from the very heart opening discussions was found in a single word: “optimism”.

Specifically, I remembered optimism in my pre-school aged daughter’s eyes, that same daughter who announced her engagement to the world this week. This preschooler - my one time baby who is now getting married.  The one who can’t stop smiling, who is in her final year of seminary and now is also aflutter about trying on wedding dresses  the next time we are together.

Optimism.

I’ve been thinking how to step back into what I see in those smiling four-year-old eyes. Her countenance so radiant, so pure, so holy then and my heart’s desire is to re-experience it.

I want to be able so to recreate the experience  it as I did then, a young mother still naïve and unaware of the challenges that were to come.

Perhaps this desire, this quest, this hunger for holy optimism is better understood especially with what I know now, having experienced collective and individual unpleasant circumstances in these past two decades.

The thing is this: even among all of that every day optimism rises.

This past week I was doing my monthly writing challenge via live stream: #5for5BrainDump. A week ago I wasn’t sure I even wanted to do it again. I felt wrung out, tired, used up. I hadn’t communicated clearly about the live stream sessions. I was stuck in that apathetic sludge of “what does it matter, anyway?”

I stared with that same lack luster energy, proud of myself for at least taking any action at all and as usual, people were enjoying and gleaning from the process. This is enough to make me feel satisfied.

It was midweek as I remember it when synchronicity called my camera forward and we, together, caught the sunrise over my neighbor’s home. The viewers on my livestream and I sat, pencils in our hands, notebooks opened and watched, in awe, as the rays expanded and the light fell across my front lawn.

It was the silent daily song of optimism, rising.

The apathetic sludge was morphed into sincere hope as tears filled my eyes and we watched this brief and daily moment in community spread across the globe and captured forever for others to write with, to join that present moment in future present moments.

We went back to our notebooks and our pencils and our thoughts and will never forget that moment, any of us, caught using a simple live stream application called periscope which we all know has the power to change the planet, just like a weekly chat on Twitter called #SpiritChat (There are links below to the weekly chat and to periscope where you may either watch or follow me.)

Henry David Thoreau, my dear friend, reminded me of the connection in his words:

“We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us even in our soundest sleep. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavour. It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.” 

Reawaken. Stay awake. Carve and paint the atmosphere through which we look, Thoreau suggests. View our lives, today and tomorrow and this week through a lense of optimism and hope.

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This blog post was inspired by the #SpiritChat weekly on Twitter run by Kumud Ajmani  Read more about this week’s theme here.  Go to Twitter and Search the #SpiritChat hashtag to see first hand some of the remarkable conversation that rises up, optimistically, among those who join - perhaps next Sunday you will begin, too.

Julie Jordan Scott inspires people to experience artistic rebirth via her programs, playshops, books, performances and simply being herself out in the world.  She 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 in soon!

 To contact Julie to schedule a Writing or Creative Life Coaching Session, call or text her at 661.444.2735.

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How to Make Progress Amidst an Average Normal, Chaotic, Uproarious Life: A Playful Writing Prompt

“When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.”  – Audre Lorde

I realized something surprising in the moments between rising from my desk and drinking my first sip of coffee.

It went like this:

I got up from my desk where I planned to write, walked into the kitchen and poured my second cup of coffee of the day into my pinecone-themed coffee mug. As the coffee filled the cup, the a-ha filled my in-breath.

“I make the most progress when I don’t have a clue what I’m doing AND I start anyway.”

Back at my desk I capture this moment with words and lean back to stretch.

“Yes. That’s it. I know, I will make an image with an Audre Lorde quote on it.”

Wait. What happened between those moments?

Why didn’t I keep writing about my a-ha? I love Audre Lorde, but why didn’t I stay with this a-ha which felt so rich the scent of coffee intermingled with my delightful insight?

Why did I decide to suddenly divert my attention into an image editing process rather than stay in the luscious stretch, the a-ha and the joy of leaping into what some might call “The infinite abyss of unknowing” which I prefer to think of as the “ ‘What the hell am I doing this for’ zone of complete fear!”

This is what happens when I give my inner narrator reigns over my writing and the disease of “What other people want from me” turns my head away from what my intuition says is right and good and holy.

This is how my attention veers off course.

Am I afraid of the words that want to be said, the words I have yet to identify so I am not clear whether they are dangerous or not?

Words are unforgivably powerful and yes at times may seem as destructive as tsunamis. Words have ended friendships and marred futures that once seemed impossible to break.

This is where in the first draft I veered off into a discussion of my image and wound up singing a song/poem by an early 20^th century poet which I then had to write about as well.

My mouse and I go searching for the a-ha.

“I make the most progress when I don’t have a clue what I’m doing AND I start anyway.”

“I make the most progress when I don’t have a clue what I’m doing AND I start anyway.”

“I make the most progress when I don’t have a clue what I’m doing AND I start anyway.”

What becomes obvious to me, writing prompter that I am, is this could be used as a prompt for when people feel stuck:

“I make the most progress when…..” (and write for 5 minutes, brain dump style, stream of consciousness… pencil moving across the page, no editing as you go just pour the words out like the coffee poured into my mug….)

and what comes next?

My heart tells me “take aligned action” is what comes next.

I make the most progress when I sit back down, revisit what I’ve written and take aligned action.

Look over your writing.

Sit with it a moment, without allowing the distractions take you in unexpected or seemingly intriguing directions.

Stay here now.

What aligned action will move you in the direction of even more progress?

Now get up and take that action.

Yes. I mean it. Right now, get up and take that aligned action.

Later, come back and share or if you must, document as you go.

The smile now wraps across my face.

Eureka! A-ha! That’s it!

In this moment, I make the most progress when I sit down, undistracted and take aligned action.

Press “Publish.”

Julie Jordan Scott inspires people to experience artistic rebirth via her programs, playshops, books, performances and simply being herself out in the world.  She 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 in soon!

 To contact Julie to schedule a Writing or Creative Life Coaching Session, call or text her at 661.444.2735.

        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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Miracles are Waiting for You: How to Write Through Fear Into Something So Much Better

Miraculous insights and awarenesses are waiting to be birthed through you via the innocent appearing practice of free flow writing.

Just by moving your pencil or pen across the page, allowing it to take the lead instead of the egocentric mind may change how you experience life once you begin the practice.

Even as little as five minutes a day makes an impact which is why I began #5for5BrainDump on Periscope. (Click this link to know more about this ongoing challenge.)

Look what happened when I explored my relationship with a “nervous” cough. I moved beyond fear and into a newfound awareness.

Experiment with me. Below is a quick read which illustrate what happened next one day when I least expected it. 

The cough started in the back of my throat. I immediately clenched most of my muscles, wary and wide eyed, afraid to inhale too deeply, afraid to exhale to quickly.

This happened yesterday. It also happened earlier today and a week ago and throughout rehearsal last night, I sensed it lurking in the corners, so I kept water close by for insurance.

What my children refer to as "my stress" cough has been hovering about me lately as if it was a villain in the novel of my life, waiting for a moment of vulnerability to pounce and drag off her victim, me, noose around my neck and unable to breathe or speak or function at all.

It impacts everything, even my writing.

Today my early morning writing took me into a different vulnerable place. When I am honest with myself, this is a place that is the most frequent roadblock to going deeper into self discovery as I write.

There are certain topics I want to write about and need to write about yet writing about them causes my heart to hurt. My initial thought is there is too much hurt involved so I put my pen down and close my notebook or I change the subject suddenly, pointing to the process of stream of consciousness turning at a “fork in the the thought stream.”

Somewhere underneath that malarchy I create in my thoughts, I know if I only bravely continued to write about what I was avoiding I would feel better.

Even now, as I write several hours after my morning pages concluded I think “Is it can’t or won’t?” that keeps me from writing more?

Is it belligerence or fear that keeps me from going deeper on certain topics? 

We feel the emotional tug and we don’t know ahead of time if it will be worth it, like we go to a movie we aren’t sure we want to see and we hate it, we waste our cost of admission. If we are frightened of the roller coaster and throw up in the midst of a loop de loop, we probably won’t ever want to do it again. However, if we end up loving the movie and telling our friends about it and if the roller coaster is so exhilarating we ride it over and over and over again, it was well worth the risk.

Somehow in my creative life, I tend to shy away from risking the ache, at least lately.

In my morning pages I write:

I fear rejection because I want to be accepted and hailed as “just right.”

I write this in my stream of consciousness, morning pages notebook and I immediately move to my to-do list, the squirrelly nature of the fear-response clobbers any depth of thought wanting to make itself heard.

The reality is, sometimes I feel too raw to write what I most need to write. It is extraordinarily difficult, for example, to write about my son’s experiences (or lack of social experiences) as a result of his life on the autism spectrum.

I “hear” a response in my next words:

What is underneath that “too raw” feeling?

Love, pure and simple. The desire, as a Mommy, to “help him find a way.” To help him with his social weaknesses somehow. As a Mommy I want to leap in, I want to make it – and everything – all better. I want him to feel satisfied with himself as he is and not think I wish he was any different than he actually is.

It isn’t easy. My morning pages respond, “Most of the best things aren’t easy, after all.”

I sit with my fingers off the keyboard. I check twitter, I listen to the classical music streaming through my computer. I wonder how I can bring this to a decent close, tie a big red bow of done-ness around the words.

I look back up and see the “What is underneath” conversation I had with my writing.

Love is underneath the fear, love is underneath the turning away. Love will be there when I dive into the topics that frighten me. I am creative enough to imagine love holding my hand, guiding me, allowing me the space to fall and holding out a hand to assist me gain my balance, but not being a  prop or denying the fall or the sick feeling in my stomach or even the multiple times I’ve run from the task rather than faced it, pencil in hand and ready to get it into words.

I look at my notebook, my friend, my words scribed there dutifully day after day.

There is a poem on page three of today, waiting to be taken from cursive writing onto the keyboard.

I’m scared to interact with the themes again today, but I know that is more important than ending this writing with a perfect concluding paragraph, complex or rich or even attempting to be entertaining. I feel my "stress cough" threatening my nose, my chest, the back of my throat.

It will simply be as it is, imperfect and almost but not quite what I had hoped for but good enough, after all.

I breathe easily, letting the words be what they will, knowing the words and I will be just fine after all.

Click the image above to find out more now. 

Julie Jordan Scott inspires people to experience artistic rebirth via her programs, playshops, books, performances and simply being herself out in the world.  She 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 in soon!

 To contact Julie to schedule a Writing or Creative Life Coaching Session, call or text her at 661.444.2735.

        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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What Does Your Handprint Want You to Know: Lessons from My Wayward Imprint on the Sand

My own handprint mocked me. I was on my knees with a scrub brush in my hand when I noticed it (a random handprint) and felt myself slowly falling back onto my butt, disappointed in this hand apparition, this metaphor for the many other times I had fallen short by carelessness.

I’ve been working on my restoring my floors for what feels like far too long.

Time is my nemesis: having enough time in big enough blocks to get the job done. The enough time eludes me, too often, like for some of us the enough money – though I have been there in the recent past – eludes us. Or the not enough education or not enough bedrooms in our home and on and on we flounder in the “not enough world.”

Have you spent much time in that horrible “not enough world?”

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I am the only “once-in-a-while” resident of such a place. It was definitely where I found myself well into the project when it entered my line of sight. I had left a print of my hand on a nearby section of freshly sanded eighty year old wood.

Last weekend I was the icky gunk from movie theater popcorn leaked through my purse onto the floor and left a huge stain on the freshly prepped wood. My only recourse was to scrub and scrub and scrub, experimenting with a variety of DIY fix-it possibilities.

By the way, DIY, if you don’t know, means “Do-It-Yourself” which is how I have been taking on this floor project along with the help of a couple friends.

So there I was, diligent after being careless trying this fix and that idea and the next possible eraser of my faux pas.

That particular handprint is gone. It is a week later, another day of sanding later, and I am waiting for help to arrive in the form of Megan, the woman who recently painted my living room and bedroom. She is going to learn the art of floor finishing from Cameron, who is overseeing this entire experience.

I have spent much more time on my hands and knees, scrub brush in hand.

I have perfected immediate wiping away of anything that might leave a print of any sort. I feel a satisfaction from figuring out how to negotiate small details that would have eluded me before we started this project, all because Katherine saw a photo and said, “This would be a great time to refinish the floors.”

She tossed the “wouldn’t it be wonderful if” gauntlet and my frustrations and victories have picked it back up, dusted the floors off for what feels like the seventeenth time, and we’re moving forward happily. Megan arrived so I may focus on my life work and she can focus on the floor in my bedroom, thankfully.

It will be wonderful when these floors are finished.

Time is plentiful, in a month when I’m lounging in my Virginia Woolf inspired bedroom I will barely remember the handprint incident except for the sharing of it here and the realization my fingerprints on my pencil and the the words left on the page will far outlast the faux pas I have etched here.

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This writing was inspired by a prompt I created for members of my PeriWriters Facebook group. I also posted it on Instagram and now, here as well.

I pressed my hand into early morning sand in Morro Bay two autumns ago. I only noticed the wayward French fry after I took the photo.

 It had been a season of heartbreak so there were moments I forgot I was anything except ephemera.

 The depth of my print surprised me.

 Now, tell me about an imprint you created.

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Julie Jordan Scott inspires people to experience artistic rebirth via her programs, playshops, books, performances and simply being herself out in the world.  She 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 in early Summer and beyond.

  To contact Julie to schedule a Writing or Creative Life Coaching Session, call or text her at 661.444.2735

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What Virginia Woolf Opened in Me "You cannot find peace by avoiding life."

You will want to hear this: I have discovered the power in writing briefly, in short chunks, to make discoveries just underneath the surface of ordinarry thought using a practice I call #5for5BrainDump. You may do this, too. It is so easy!

Writing for 5 minutes a day for 5 consecutive days (and beyond) brings miracles when you are open to them. The simple act of writing alone manages, like meditation, to cause immediate shifts.

Read on for an example of the writing I did this morning. 

"You cannot find peace by avoiding life."

Virginia Woolf

I wrote for five minutes, without editing. Except for when my brain made up a new word "fadight" when the words "faded" and "bright" fought for temporary sovereignty over my pencil.

Here is what was born -

Unfinished business.

I wear a robe made of unfinished business. It is tattered and faded and bright and holy and a blur of unpleasant and fabulous exhilaration.

No wonder I am addicted to not finishing.

My neighbor pulls his oversized pick up to the front of his home, his argument with his parolee girlfriend more than likely unfinished and I wonder if he has his gun in his glove compartment, ready if any of his drug addicted customers arrive unexpected at the Wal-mart parking lot may cause him to point click and kill rather than measure, serve and kill like is his other practice.

People like this in oversized without a purpose red trucks like this should be enough to make me complete a ton of work, like Virginia – like Virginia.

I am slightly nutty but I more than likely will not meet an end like she or like Charlotte did.

I cannot find peace by avoiding life.

I need to leap into the thick of it.

The thicket of life, with all the scratchy thorns and unseen bugs ready to pounce on my getting more wrinkly by the day flesh. I invite myself, I choose to, I step into this thicket that smells like lavender at times and mint sometimes and often like water left standing too long or “gerbil cage” as Katherine labels it or beloved decomposing leaves of last year that I love, how I love that smell of life.

And people. Today, I need to meet up with someone I don’t want to meet up with because I cannot find peace by avoiding life.

I cannot find peace by avoiding life.

I cannot find peace by avoiding life.

Risks are the balm. Leaping into the thicket bare legged might feel like pain, but only if I label it so.

Five minutes. Five minutes of leaping into these words. Feels so good.

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Julie Jordan Scott is the Founder of #5for5BrainDump, a writing experience you may find on the PeriWriters Facebook group (please join us there for plentiful writing inspiration in community) as well as via live streaming on Periscope and Facebook Live and sometimes even on SnapChat!

In October we will write for 5 minutes for 5 consecutive days - register to get alerts here.

 

Please stay in touch: Follow me onTwitter:   and on Periscopefor writing prompt, tips and inspiration daily created to ignite your artistic rebirth.

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Julie Jordan Scott inspires people to experience artistic rebirth via her programs, playshops, books, performances and simply being herself out in the world.  She is a writer, creative life coach, speaker, performance poet, Mommy-extraordinaire and mixed-mediaartist  whose Writing Camps and Writing Playgrounds permanently transform people's creative lives. Watch for the announcement of new programs coming through the end of 2016.

  To contact Julie to schedule a Writing or Creative Life Coaching Session, call or text her at 661.444.2735

  Check out the links above 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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What Would Happen if Each of Us Took the Time To Listen with an Open Mind & Heart?

Did you ever have a young brother (friend, boss, frenemy, business partner) cover his ears and say, “I cannot hear you, I’m not listening, la la la la la la you can’t make me!”

How did you respond?

How does anyone usually respond?

People long to be heard. People abhor having others shut their voices down.

What do people want?

To be told, “I’m listening.” And then, have someone actually listen.

What do people want?

To have their opinion valued, simply for existing.

To have their opinion honored, even if it isn’t one agreed with.

What would happen in this world if we were able to listen objectively to facts without leaping in with our own opinions or preconceived notions?

What sorts of shifts would happen if we did? How would the world become better (or worse?)

I’m reminded of one of my favorite movies, “Pleasantville” where everything was in black and white, no opinions were allowed except for the generally accepted, overwhelmingly bland, distastefully untasty.

When people were allowed to express their opinions and people were allowed to thoughtfully (and respectfully) agree or disagree, a certain amount of chaos began to spread as the black and white gave way to color.

It doesn’t matter if you remember the film or the process, what matters is if you are willing to both speak up and listen. What matters is if you are willing to give up a certain level of control in order to understand and if you have the ability to be objective rather than positional and stand for the greatest good instead of what your opinion of the greatest good.

Think, in this moment, of two people and two situations: one you agree with and one you don’t agree with at all.

What are some ways to engage in open, fact-driven (not opinion driven) conversation surrounding both people and their circumstances?

Ultimately, people want to be understood after they are respectfully heard.

I challenge you to listen with your whole heart with your whole mind open, listening for objective details and facts not simply passionate emotion. It may seem like passionate emotion is where the “goods” are, I know this well.

I challenge you to step into listening differently so the world may benefit as a result.

I’m ready.

Are you?

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Julie Jordan Scott inspires people to experience artistic rebirth via her programs, playshops, books, performances and simply being herself out in the world.  She is a writer, creative life coach, speaker, performance poet, Mommy-extraordinaire and mixed-mediaartist  whose Writing Camps and Writing Playgrounds permanently transform people's creative lives. Watch for the announcement of new programs coming through the end of 2016.

  To contact Julie to schedule a Writing or Creative Life Coaching Session, call or text her at 661.444.2735

  Check out the links above 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.

 

Intuitive Time Management: Listen to Your Heart to Happily Reach Your Goals with Ease and Grace

  
Last night I was sitting in my living room, much like I am now, with my lap desk across my legs, wondering, “I am at a time crossroad.  I had about fifteen leftover minutes between one appointment and the other.

I have come to recognize fifteen minutes is at times a huge chunk of time, sometimes the only extra time I may have available in an entire week - or longer.

I saw at that time crossroad and consciously asked myself, "What shall I do now?”

The clock hovered on 7:35 pm and I literally heard this question in response from within myself. I like to think the message came from my heart when I heard,

“What will make you happiest when you wake up tomorrow morning? Do that! Do the thing now that will help you feel happiest in the morning.”

When was the last time you heard your intuition speaking about your tasks at hand?

Normally, we are told to have a list of to-do's and the greatest joy is crossing things off the list.

This technique does not dismiss the to-do list or the plan, it simply leaves space for the intuition and the heart to get in on the planning and time management action.

My heart asking a question about happiness in relationship to my slices of time allowed joy to bubble up right then. I didn't get stuck in "oh my goodness, what is the most important and what if I rank the importance wrong and what if I screw up and what if I waste these seven to fifteen minutes to an hour."

I was even happy to consciously make the choice to do a load of laundry.

Usually I am not all that excited to do laundry yet when I layer the question upon the action it completely transformed my thoughts and opinions.

I knew what I wanted to wear today and I knew for a fact that outfit was in the dirty laundry pile.

I know Hafiz probably wasn’t thinking about chores when he wrote “An awake heart is like a sky that pours light,” and yet this is exactly how it felt to hear the question and then live it as I gathered my things to wash and then washed them, dried them, folded them and yes, put them away.

Everything shifted instantly. I heard the happiness question, responded surprisingly with something that normally is not associated with happiness and took immediate action.

There was no angst about chores, no inner arguing, no grief for all the fun I wasn't happening because my heart helped me to "see', intuitively, that laundry could be a blast! Or at least wearing the outfit that needed to be washed would be a blast.

There it was, in a nutshell. It only took the tiniest "sip of time" to simply ask, hear, act and laugh to myself.

This morning I woke up thinking “How to best apply this technique?”

It may be used whenever you find yourself at a time crossroads or a time transition. You know, those fifteen minutes in-between other engagements.

Ask yourself, “What will make me the happiest when I look back over this next two hours,” and in fact, is the question that has formulated much of my planning for this season and into the larger scale future as well.

How about we look at this concept together.

Put your hand over your heart and ask yourself,

"What will make me happiest?"

Watch, ask, listen and act. And remember, always to laugh.

 

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 Julie Jordan Scott inspires people to experience artistic rebirth via her programs, playshops, books, performances and simply being herself out in the world.  She 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 in Fall, 2016 and beyond.

  To contact Julie to schedule a Writing or Creative Life Coaching Session, call or text her at 661.444.2735.

  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. 

 Please stay in touch: Follow me on Twitter:   and on Periscope for writing prompt, tips and inspiration daily created to ignite your artistic rebirth. 

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  Follow on Instagram  And naturally, on Pinterest, too!      © 2015

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