A question to tuck into the back of your mind as you read:
What is your creative process teaching you?
My day yesterday was flat out weird creatively.
I couldn’t get myself to sit still to create anything
meaningful or long lasting. I didn’t even write anything of merit and when
things are sour, at least my writing muse comes out to play most of the time.
I gessoed, I did some first coats of paint, I took some
photos, I collaged but I wasn’t happy with what I collaged.
For a change of pace
I picked myself up and visited Hart Park where I contemplated at my favorite
spot.
Something wants to float up from me, so I honored my lack of sitting
still with some quiet time out of the house.
I even brought some pieces of my art as my companions.
At least the day wasn't a complete loss as I look back at it.
I helped a sick friend, I purchased materials which were running low, I laughed at synchronicities that told me I was on the right track even though I felt wrong.
I allowed myself to feel nostalgic for being on the stage.
I watched yet another Hallmark movie and didn't beat myself for not making roses at the same time. I felt like I needed to rest, free from movement.
I sit at my desk, thinking about beginnings and not sure where to begin.
Well, ironically, I am looking forward to the school year beginning so I will have more time to work uninterrupted on my various projects. As the Summer wears on, I feel less and less motivated to do anything much less my longer-term, more energy, more to clean up and put away and take out and put into place. So I don’t bother.
Speaking of which, I need to begin my chores on a more excited level, too.
I am not looking forward, and I am, to Katherine’s semester in Scotland starting. I know she will have a blast. I am not sure how well I will endure.
I am excited to begin using my new antique desk. This desk has served me in its make shift way – though it is too high for a desk and since it has no drawers, I have ended up with stacks of stuff on the floor around me all the time. I just don’t like it. Argh.
AND I am excited to begin painting the exterior of my house with Katherine, which we will start once the little kids are back to school.
This is the longest five minutes ever!
I still have a minute and thirty one seconds left!
I am a believer in do-overs.
I feel like this school year includes plentiful “do-overs”. My choice lies in the willingness to accept what is and not judge myself for doing-over again.
I am excited about a massage I will get during the first week of school. My body wants to begin feeling like itself again!
I look forward to new beginnings with Writing Camp, too. I have lots of new ideas to implement and yesterday’s “A Time to Write” reminded me how much my work is valued. One woman who I knew but didn’t know very well until yesterday gave me an excited hug and said, “You make it all so easy! This class was so great!”
I loved the smiles.
I am grateful I was alert to them.
And now that I’m on a roll, the timer goes off! >> giggles <<
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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…
Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar) at Jana's Thinking Place.
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.
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Great thought: a week to myself, a luscious extravagant nothing planned week to myself....
Since I am tired right now, probably close to perpetually since I became a Mom nearly twenty-one years ago, I think, “I would go to sleep early and stay asleep as long as my body wanted to stay asleep.”
I would also go someplace other than home to create, to contemplate and to declutter my thoughts.
Right now there is a lot of thought-matter up there. I would take a week to bid adieu to the thought matter. Just open my mind and let the sun, the wind, the breeze, the thunder and lightning touch it.
I would like to ease into a 48 fast from communication. No talking, no writing, no reading.
Easing back into communication, I would give myself an hour with my notebook daily for the rest of the week. For the rest of that time, no one else’s judgment, opinions or beliefs would touch my now cleared mind.
I would have space to begin missing people.
I would ease back into normal life by slowly reappearing. A small slice of time with my cell phone on, perhaps a text or two, but I think after that I would be committed to a time, daily, to let me mind open and flutter in the breeze without agenda, without plan, without concern except to be open.
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.
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It's important to have some “do absolutely nothing” time every once in a whileaway from your children.
I don’t even mean time for what we would normally call self-care, like getting a manicure or taking in a matinee or even having a chatty lunch with a girlfriend you haven’t seen for a while.
I mean time to do absolutely nothing.
I like to do this on my porch, usually in the early morning before anyone else is awake. Sometimes, though, doing absolutely nothing time only comes in the dark. Like last night.
Last night I sat on my porch in the near middle of the night because sometimes this is the only time I have to “be away” from my children. My son begged me to rest my weary self next to him while he fell asleep because he has cultivated a recent fear of ghosts and haunted houses and the still darkness of his pillow conjures scary thoughts. He will call out, “Emma, is that you in the hallway?” because he is afraid the footsteps belong to an unknown ghost.
So I gave him plenty of time to fall asleep and then crawled out of the bed and onto my porch. I sat and listened.
The thing about being quiet is it takes a while for your ears to acclimate to the quiet, just like when your eyes get used to the dark.
The quietness waits as if to see whether you are trustworthy to hear the nuances and hushed messages of near silence.
Like in the morning, when I write haiku, last evening I wrote some contemplative short poetry:
My neighborhood sounds so different late at night.
Breeze helps me forget 100 plus days.
Crickets sing timelessness.
Car passes, unaware.
I don't want to be that car, passing unaware.
I would rather be a cricket or a leaf the wind is strumming.
I tweeted the poetry as it was born, thinking there might be others out there who couldn’t sleep and rather than being bothered by sleeplessness, I thought they might want to step out their front or back doors and sit awhile to listen to whatever sounds there are in their neighborhood’s near silence.
It's important that every once in a while to have some “do absolutely nothing” time away from your children, even if it only steps away while they are sleeping in another room.
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.
This is post #16/31 for the Ultimate Blog Challenge. Slowly and surely I am getting caught up!
I have taught myself how to be cheerful in the morning. There may be a bit of a hereditary piece here, but I believe all people are capable of waking up with a brighter perspective in front of their eyes. Please try at least one of these tips to see how it will change you.
Ready to Wake Up?
Know what you need to get done – and start the day doing something you are passionate about doing every time: This may mean to start the day writing in your notebook or taking photos of dawn or, if you’re like me, sitting on my porch writing haiku.
Use yummy smelling (to you) morning things: soap, face cleanser, toothpaste… or if you use unscented personal items, how about waking up and lighting a candle – initiating light into your day and dedicating your day to passion, love and light (or your greatest intention.)
Don’t rush, don’t delay. If you wake up with an alarm, get up when it goes off. Stretch when you turn it off. This is so simple and it works. Arms up over your head, stretch and smile! Greet yourself (even if this sounds corny.) If you keep a dream dictionary, write in it.
Play music (softly) preferably “language free”. Words are so powerful, they punch your subconscious mind with all sorts of suggestions. Early in the morning, instrumentals are best to keep your mind clear and your attitude moving forward.
You’ve heard it a thousand times before: have a healthy breakfast. Sometimes a smoothie is the best breakfast there is. A donut and coffee definitely don’t count as a healthy breakfast. If this means rethinking your routine then rethink your routine.
Start your day with radical self care and if you are one to add spirituality to your self-care, do so daily. Meditation, Free writing, Yoga, Pilates, a Walk or any combination of the above to begin refreshed and renewed: These work.
Stay Unplugged: Give yourself an hour before you turn on your computer or check your text messages. Really, all this can wait. No email with barely awake eyes, please. Settle into your day away from the keyboard or television. You will be grateful!
Tell your housemates what works best for you. This includes children, spouses and parents. My children know I write every morning, so they will sit at a table with me, quietly. I simply set that expectation and they know the expectation. Once I arranged it, everything has been just right.
This is post #13/1 for the Ultimate Blog Challenge. Slowly and surely I am getting caught up!
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.
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This blog post had its genesis in two places: The Bloggy Moms Blog Dare who provided the prompt: "Don't let it bother you" and the Ultimate Blog Challenge, which reminds me daily I need to keep writing blog posts to keep up with the challenge. I am several posts behind right now, but I have committed myself to write write write for the next two days with the intention of being ahead by the time I go to sleep tomorrow night.
Yesterday in the Mommy Blog Darel, I wrote from a prompt that said, "Don't let it bother you." You may read my blog post here.
I took inspiration from this paragraph of stream of consciousness, free flow writing from that blog post and came up with a new line of content:
Don’t let it bother you because the bother lasts so much longer than the originating choice and follow through did. Make reparations. Smile. Breathe deeply and aim for now and your next nows.
How often do you make choices you wish you hadn’t made?
There are days when I make not so great choices which have a domino effect: one bad choice after another bad choice after another bad choice.
There are days – weeks, perhaps, when my choices all seem to follow my life intentions: from the clothes I choose to the toothpaste I buy to which item on my to-do list I decide to do first to how I create my schedule. I hum along life based on the right choices until one of those other sort of days, The Domino Days, catch up with me.
I could call those days curses and I could call those days paths to higher learning.
It is up to me to choose how to label them.
What do you think?
Could they be curses which lead to higher paths of learning?
Are they curses?
Are they paths of learning?
Are they just days in a long course of the other 364 (or 365) days in a year?
Consider which of these suggestions rings true for you. I know I tend to the “path of learning” idea and the “just days in a course of other days” concept.
You may know people whose idea is widely divergent from yours. Two of my closest friends would immediately label themselves and the day cursed.
Instead of shaking my head at them or putting my head in my hands in frustration, I give them space to work it out for themselves. What usually happens is they end up laughing about their initial assertion of the day and themselves being cursed.
Instead of me prescribing their shift, I stay beside them, perhaps gently questioning with something like, “What makes you say that” or “tell me more about how you see this day as cursed” and patiently follow up perhaps with silence or with no language sounds requesting more – mmm hmmms or ohhhhs or smiles.
You may eventually do a Scarlet impression complete with southern belle accent, “Well, you do know tomorrow is another day!” or you may let them say the first laughable line.
Choose to make space for your friends or family members who see it differently than you do.
That alone turns a “cursed” day into a blessed day.
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.
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This Summer I asked for mothering advice from two famous Hollywood Mothers.
Well, I didn’t ask them mothering advice exactly the way you might think.
These are not, after all, living Hollywood Mothers.
They are legendary Hollywood mothers who are no longer alive.
I took time beside them at monuments in their honor: Donna Reed, the first mother, at her graveside in Westwood and then Joan Crawford, at her Hollywood Walk of Fame star.
Donna Reed’s show was one of my childhood favorites. It was in reruns by the time I watched it. I loved her swishy dresses and pretty face. She reminded me slightly of my own mother, except for the wardrobe. I got older and fell in love with Mary on “It’s a Wonderful Life” via its annual showings during the holiday season.
She seems like someone everywoman would want to chat with about motherhood, about being a woman, and then after the layers of fiction were released, I would want to know about what compelled her as an artist. I might even ask her now, post life, about what she misses about being alive.
Perhaps this is something that compels me as a writer: wanting to know about death and after death. Wanting to know at the end of one’s life as an artist what sifts out as significant. What seemingly small work became what one remembers the most and what “big” project turned meaningless and why – how- where – what was up with that as it happened?
Now Joan Crawford is a completely different mothering story. I wouldn’t even think of asking her mothering advice but something in my gut brought those words to my lips as I cuddled up next to her star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame last Sunday night.
Yes, as odd as it sounds, I rested on the sidewalk with her star in order to get a compelling photo. I will do almost anything creatively for art or a laugh or both. It was sincered when I heard myself whisper to Joan, “Do you have any motherly advice for me?”
She has become a mothering joke from the “Mommy, Dearest” book and film. “Wire hangers” are legendary because of her disgust for them as they played host to expensive clothing she didn’t feel her daughter, Christina, valued as she should with a more voluptuous, fabric covered hanger.
I wonder how her thoughts would change if she could speak after death. While she was living she said, "Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell."
What would happen once her anger and fear went away?
I poked around online, newly fascinated by these two iconic women. I discovered Donna Reed, who was a mother to four children and a “second mother “ to co-star Shelley Fabares, was also a co-founder of the Peace Activist Organization, “Another Mother for Peace”. Within the group’s beliefs is “No mother is enemy to another mother.”
What would Joan’s life as a mother been like if another mother – another woman – had reached out to her with that sort of compassionate, loving energy of “no enemies here, simply mothers caring about other mothers”?
What would happen once her anger went away?
What got in the way of her freedom from anger?
What can we, as mothers and as women, learn from how she held more tightly to anger and rage than to the love she must have felt underneath all that excess emotional warfare she fought every day.
You may be reading this thinking, “How do these two Hollywood Mothers have any relevance in my life today, anyway?”
Do you know anyone whose anger and fear tear awayen any love in a poisonous fire of contempt that kills any hope of joy they may have within them?
Perhaps this essay was written especially for you so that you may ask the questions to your friend or family member that I posed to non-living beings:
What would happen if your anger went away?
What would happen if you let go of anger and replaced it with something less destructive?
What is getting in the way of your freedom from anger?
Donna Reed might tell Joan Crawford, “When you handle yourself, use your head; when you handle others, use your heart."
When you handle your children, use your head, your heart and your arms for hugging.
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.
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Listen: It is to live consistently as simply as this inhale and that
exhale, one in and one out, peaceful, content and open for whatever the next
thing is your children, your boss, your partner or the weather or the
construction on your street sends you next.
This is the most basic sense of what it means to be a Haiku
Mama.
One of my great and simple joys is teaching people in
journaling and writing classes the pure joy of writing one of the most
condensed forms of poetry possible: the haiku. If you don’t remember from
elementary school it is – traditionally in Japanese and this is only a very
short bit of it – a three line poem with the first and third line consisting of
five syllables and the middle line being seven syllables.
A Haiku Mama (or Mommy, which is what my children call me) is a Mom who takes live one moment at a time not with a heart pounding in fear about the "what shoe will drop next!" but rather knowing that whatever comes, everything will truly be just fine.
I do some of my best contemplative “work” while driving. Maybe it is because as a Mommy, I spend more time than I would necessarily choose to spend behind the wheel of my Mom - Mobile. I don’t know how it works, but today I was driving along thinking about this exceptionally fine, exceptionally full week I just experienced.
There were whirlwind elements and a lot of moving and hustle and bustle, but within all that flittering and fluttering there were moments of deep soul that will carry be above and beyond all the heres and theres and the other places.
This is important, especially during the Summer when the children’s needs are not only the highest priority, but everyone is underfoot all the time and reminding me I need to spread myself out amongst them… as equally and lovingly as possible.
If I look back and tell you all the activities from this week, you might get tired before I highlight three major “wow” moments. These are times when everything slows and expands, moments where we will remember and tell and retell or perhaps just like at each other and smile, connecting over and over again.
1) For the love of a fallen Sequoia.
My love of Sequoia trees is not a very well kept secret. I love my Sequoias so much I have put off visiting Yosemite again because it feels like I am cheating on Sequoia. I know, my logic isn’t sound but my love is pure. I took Emma, Samuel and our Couchsurfing visitor, Sara, to the Trail of 100 Giants – a very familiar and beloved place only this time we were in for a surprise. One of the giants had fallen. These are no minor giants, either. These are fifteen hundred year old trees, as in were one thousand years old when Shakespeare was first putting quill to paper. To see a friend, fallen was breathtaking. To reach into her cracked open side, like reaching inside a living person, offering her heart to me. I need to work on the description of that moment. It is so beyond words still for me.
2) Space Mountain & Trust at Disney– I wrote about our Space Mountain adventure in my blog yesterday. You may read that here. I loved exploring Disney with my children, but I was also gripped in fear and anxiety much of the time. Each time Samuel, my son with autism, said, “I want to go on that again!” my heart stretched. He was so afraid of Disney until we went there and he overcame each and all of his fears. We all stretched on this trip. I will also forever remember when Emma and I spent time there alone in Fantasy Land, primarily, going on the kiddo rides and Small World and laughing a lot together.
3) Jacaranda Buds Fall into my Hair – I took the train home and left my children with their Dad because I had a show and didn’t want to worry about being late home. You can never tell with Los Angeles traffic. I had a bit of a layover in Union Station which I filled with writing. I sat inside for one point and a random woman asked me to watch her things. I agreed, knowing it was impeding on “what I wanted to do” but I also believe random kindnesses are important in this day and age. In doing so, I got some incredible photos I wouldn’t have gotten if I turned down her request. I also went back into the garden at a glass topped table under a jacaranda tree. I was in heaven just at that, but when one of the flowers from the tree offered herself to me by landing in my hair unexpectedly, once again my heart grew in my chest.
If I had to dissect each moment, I would say they were an exercise in mindfulness, just like the haiku poetry form. Awareness + breath + full hearted experience = abundant rewards as a way of life.
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.
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I know "busy" very, very well. I am one of those many-dashes-women. I am a Writer-Performance Poet-Blogger-Educational Advocate-Equality Activist-Mommy Extraordinaire-Singer-Mixed Media Artist-Photographer-Director-Actor…. You get the drift. I am not easy to put into a box nor am I able to say “what I do” in one breath. One thing I know I AM is a writer, partially because of my daily writing practices. Even when I am in the busiest of busy weeks, by following these simple techniques I share here, I flex my writing muscles. Try each top one at a time and see your writing flourish.
Carry a small notebook for writing & sketching. Yes, old school with pages and require a pencil or pen to use. If you prefer using your smart phone, that’s fine. Just please please please do some doodling & sketching while you are out and about, too.
Learn and use a note system for your smart phone. I use ColorNote. Lately, I have been writing “story starts”,”poetry starts”, and interesting quotes I hear. Eavesdropping has become an artform for me… makes for some great creative writing. People just think I am texting.
In the beginning of the day, set a one sentence intention such as: Today, I intend to experience my work as a paralegal with passion, with integrity and with joy as I greet my clients and engage with whomever I encounter. I also intend to have enriching experiences outside of the office. YAY!
At the end of the day, jot a few sentences about your accomplishments or those gleaming moments you would forget if you didn’t write down. Something like these. “How did Samuel grow into a size 6 shoe? His foot is almost adult sized!” and “Hearing Highway to Hell on the way to opening night: absolutely perfect.” And “Wow, I started the Blogathon at a horrible time for me – Yay?” Each of these sentences also serve as possible blog posts later.
My old standby, when all else fails, is to list five things I am grateful for in my everyday life. Even if all I can be grateful for is running water and a clean shirt to wear, it is better than complaining about my part-time job or my child’s incessant whining. You may be grateful for even having the possibility of writing, simply, each day. Doesn’t that sound good?
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.
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I got such favorable responses, I decided to write short articles and sometimes, more tips, to go with the original article.
I'll repeat what I said there:
Hold lightly & apply with love.
I am going to preface this list of life tips with the last tip. Please read this as a beginning, an end and an in-between: Hold all of these tips lightly with love rather than duty. Duty is a fun-sucker, love is a fun-creator.
I can’t remember all the times I was told to keep scrapbooks filled with all sorts of stuff from my children’s lives. I tried. I did! When I was pregnant with Samuel my goal was to at least get started on Emma’s baby book.
I prepped photos, I collected stuff – and all of it sits in an 8 X 11 envelope, still waiting for me to get it together enough to get that scrapbook – baby book made.
So – you may be asking how can I be suggesting this very tip: Write things down, witness your moments & document with photos when you can’t do it yourself?
Well, truth is I have done it, I have simply done it in my own way. Which is
Key to Success #1: Find a way to document that suits your personality which you will continue to return to rather than abandon before you even get started. You might take photos for a month and then have a day to organize, categorize and choose which ones to print, hang and share. You might take photos every day and organize daily. Neither is wrong or right: either one is a success.
Key to Success #2: Carry a small notebook somewhere. I know, you can take notes on your phone (see #3) but a small notebook will help you to sketch something you see or ask your child to contribute or collect a quote from a surprising stranger and allow them to sign it. I know, notebooks seem old school – but you can even get tiny composition books from the dollar store. At least try this for a week or two and if it doesn’t fit, give your teeny tiny notebook to someone else to use.
Key to Success #3: Use your phone’s note taking feature to witness the world around you. I do this especially when I am standing in line. I found myself in a convenience store in a crummy part of town recently and to distract myself from freaking out wrote these lines:
Smell of a convenience store: inhabited by a crack head smelling like smoke, beer, and a t shirt worn for eight days in a row. Tattoos decorate the calves of a man in cut off shorts whose glassy eyes tell a story all their own I write lines for future poetry, perhaps, into my cell phone to stay safely distracted. Pink paint sparkles on my left thumb as I type type type into my android colornote “Armando, I looked the door,” she said, “We just had a beer run” Too long t shirt man puts a gallon and 81 cents into his dodge. I see glassy eyed man move in the opposite direction I will be driving in his car and I am frozen, unbelieving: I pray for his inebriated abilities and wish I had thought to write his license plate into my poem. Please, God, forgive me. Keep this neighborhood - this place – safe.
Key to Success #4 – Write using either the simplest form (strings of sentences) or a form that will inspire you to write (like haiku). Be sure to capture, anyway, so you will be able to hold this moment in the future.
Key to Success #5 – Don’t worry about having the biggest, best or most bad ass camera or tablet computer to collect your moments. Just use what you have. Test what works. Let go of what doesn’t and continue trying until you have your own brand of “keepers.”
You will soon have a potpourri of memorable stories, photos, poems and momentos to not only keep your family legacy alive, you may find yourself writing to earn money or teaching workshops or simply being a more engaging storyteller as you tuck your children into bed.
Whatever the result of this is, know it will make your life even better than it is today.
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.
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