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These posts were all written by someone in a Soul Writing group or workshop in ten minutes or less—really!
Not only that, what you read is virtually unedited from the original, timed writing. Several pieces often have the same title since groups write together on one prompt. Join us anytime to try it out for yourself. For now, happy reading.
At the center
What happened to all the pens that were sprawled at the center of my desk just a moment ago? I think I had some fleeting thought about cleaning up.
Build a bridge
The gap is getting wider // The water filling the space growing more tumultuous // It’s getting harder to see how we might build a bridge // Questioning whether we even want to
A handful of dirt
I want a handful of earth to offer life and promise and hope. I yearn for possibility.
An offering
I thought I’d struggle to pull the box down off the high shelf. I could barely reach it from where I stood—the white and red copy paper box with its perfectly fitting lid.
A handful of dirt
Maybe water is just water – magical enough on its own without needing to be festooned in ribbons or metaphors.
From within
I practice now, descending on five breaths to touch bottom, ideally having shed topside mind and any thoughts that feed on my untended wounds, to find her…
Something I haven’t thought of yet
“If you bring back a deer,” I said, “you will eat a deer.”
I pretend not to…
There is a delicate thread when you are performing that you must pay attention to. Don’t tear it.
A conversation with myself
Looking down the years, along the thread my heart has measured, beat by beat, this question has come up occasionally…
The power of…
The power of sharing food is so simple. Plucking one ripe berry, or a dozen, from the bushes in the back yard.
The power of / Continuous cycle
This is my dearest, favorite thing about people, I decided.