Joy’s Writing
You just got scared. It happens.
Of course we get scared. We’re little fuzzy earth bunnies with well honed startle responses. And though we forget ourselves in these moments, it’s always possible to find our way back.
Embodied healing
What happens when can we keep our attention on the very real thing inside ourselves, versus spending it on all that we can’t change?
For the sake of itself
The joy is in the making, in the moving, in the connecting. Nothing needs to become anything if we don’t want it to—or if the creation itself doesn’t want to.
The moments that shaped us
Re-finding and healing the moments our creativity was shut down—and celebrating when it was supported.
We’ve been in training
Whatever happens, we are perhaps more ready for it than we realize.
“Just” being kind
No, we’re not just being nice about your writing—but would it be the worst thing if we were?
What makes a space safe?
In Soul Writing, it seems, there’s simply nowhere for judgment to find purchase.
Selfish: mildly uncomfortable experiments with boundaries
Ironically, finding alignment can feel like getting thrown off balance at first.
Grief & guilt aren’t the same thing
The day before we started walking, I got the news that my dear uncle had died.
Divine meaninglessness
I don’t want every experience I have to have to become a soundbite, forcibly siphoning from it the gold it’s not yet ready to offer up.
Where the real juice is
How deeply unnecessary our protector parts become once the fruit of ourselves is in the light.
The scariest thing about this is…
The scariest thing about this (the first! Prompt! In the book!) is having my work, my words, my life, my honesty, in the hands of more people who have ever had it before, and entirely out of mine.
Not the whole story
It’s a story containing many truths, many of which conflict with each other. It’s one I nonetheless feel ready to tell.
How I learned love
I call myself lucky a lot. And it’s true, I am. I’ve been spared and saved and buoyed more than any flawed human deserves. But I don’t know that it’s random luck so much as it is love.
A story I don’t want to tell anymore
Some stories need to be written simply because they’re a pain in the ass to keep telling out loud.
Tea with the critic
The inner critic is arguably the number one obstacle in any creative life. In any spiritual life. In any life lived fully. How to transform our relationship with it?