Welcome to my woefully out of date, but hopefully still helpful, blog!

My life has changed a lot since I began writing this Wisdom Within, Ink blog back in 2009-ish. It particularly changed when I began working on my first book in 2015 and freelancing shifted my focus away from facilitating and coaching. By the time I returned to school to complete an MFA in Creative Nonfiction/Memoir … Continue reading Welcome to my woefully out of date, but hopefully still helpful, blog!

One cold, dark, beautiful morning…

I wrote this post almost nine years ago, in November 2009. My life looks very different now -- I no longer need to lay out my children's clothes, for one thing, thank goodness! -- but the main message, that we all need support and friendship, is particularly on point for me right now.  When I … Continue reading One cold, dark, beautiful morning…

So you want to be a TLA (writing for healing/change) facilitator?

This evening I was asked by one of my online students how to start a TLA (Transformative Language Arts) -- Writing for Change or Healing -- practice/business. That is a big question and not one easily answered. There are too many factors to consider: location, niche, experience, education, personality, and financial situation, among others. So, … Continue reading So you want to be a TLA (writing for healing/change) facilitator?

A Path to Publication, part 12: When the silence descends

Silence. My yearning for it is as strong as my need for sleep. At least eight hours of sleep and almost as much silence. Otherwise, don't expect too much from me. Today I have silence. For an entire day. It's a different kind of silence than I experience weekly once the kids are off to … Continue reading A Path to Publication, part 12: When the silence descends

The W.O.R.D.S. Project: Calling (Or, how do I know my bliss?)

The W.O.R.D.S. Project (Words Open Resonating Depths of the Sacred): A weekly alphabetical search for questions.* Can you hear the calling of your soul? And are you really listening? Listen, listen with your heart, Listen with your breathing In, and your breathing out. Notice how your body feels when Guiding words vibrate within. "It was … Continue reading The W.O.R.D.S. Project: Calling (Or, how do I know my bliss?)

Danger: Toxic levels of self-bashing

This post is a bit of an off-shoot for me but as I write it I will somehow figure out how to make a journaling prompt out of it. And I also know many of you will relate to what I am about to say. I got rejected. By a home-cleaning professional. Let me explain. … Continue reading Danger: Toxic levels of self-bashing

Gratitude, even while leaning over the bowl

I believe in gratitude. I try to be thankful for everything, to find something to be thankful for even in the midst of a blitz of ugh. I won't deny this is very hard for me. I love to complain. Love it! Too cold, too humid, too hungry, too tired, too poor, too, too, too. … Continue reading Gratitude, even while leaning over the bowl

Finding my rhythm

Children don't know about rhythms, not the ones we adults recognize, anyway. Their internal beat is like one from another culture - African, Asian, Alien - that is not the 4/4 we Westerners are used to.  Time is of no consequence. Play always, eat whenever, sleep only when legs will no longer run.  Until my … Continue reading Finding my rhythm

Waiting for the serendipity to stir

I realized I hadn't said much about serendipity or positive thinking lately. Since I started the job that was the result of a serendipitous event, life has become kind of run of the mill. Despite having not worked (out of the home) for 4 years I have slipped back into the routine and mindset of … Continue reading Waiting for the serendipity to stir

Squeezing me in between

The honeymoon's over.Me and this blog, we don't talk so much anymore.My life has radically changed from when I was a stay-at-home, wannabe writer. Even though the last of those days are barely a month gone, I have already made them into golden nuggets. I catch myself thinking, remember when I could put Tater down … Continue reading Squeezing me in between