Developing a voice... (click on the image to see more of Cassidy Curtis's pictures)
Thursday is a VozSutra day, talking about the practice of voice.
This morning I woke up when the alarm went off at 5.24, but then hung around in bed for another half hour, sleeping and wrangling with getting up — thinking of lines of poetry. The only one I can remember now is something about the bright eyes in our vaginas, or the bright vaginas in our eyes. I think it was the latter.
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neighborhood passion flower in the late morning San Rafael sun
It’s a Wednesday, which is a Declaring Our Erotic day!
Today I’m thinking about the idea of safety, of the psychic/emotional kind — not of the “please don’t tie me up with nylon panty hose because those dig deep into my skin when I pull at them” sort.
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it's pomegranate season! hooray!
It’s a Tuesday morning and there’s quite a bit that I want to say today, but most of it needs to go into my notebook first, to compost there, to cook through that writing process first and then be ready (be ready?) to grow into something new that might come up here —
Did you have a three-day weekend? Did you take some quiet time for yourself?
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there's no way we're going to use all the apples on our tree, but we're trying
Yesterday I just wanted to be in the kitchen, thinking of interesting things to do with apples — I made multi-grain apple muffins, we finished the apple butter, another batch of apple sauce — but didn’t get to the cider, yet, or the apple ‘cheese.’
We were out for much of the day, though, first on a walk around the neighborhood, then to the San Rafael-Civic Center farmer’s market, then to Oakland Pride then to ikea and dinner at foster’s freeze (oh yes) — with the ice cream first.
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Here’s something I’m thinking about today: What happens when your writing’s in a rut? In my experience/opinion, it’s helpful to do something entirely different, either on or off the page — go someplace you’ve never been in your town, take the bus or ride a bike to work if you always drive, spend some time at the museum, go to the library, notice who’s around, or walk into a random aisle, close your eyes and pull down a book: what you grab might spark some interesting writing!
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So, I never did get to the blog post yesterday — I’m sorry about that! Wrote a first draft of a review, got some other big writing started, did a bunch of admin work then got off the computer because it was just too damn hot.
Here’s my make-up post! Now, Fridays are supposed to be the days that I talk about how odd it is that I’m running a business/organization — or at least that I’m attempting to. And although I spent a good part of yesterday on writing ourselves whole admin, I’m not feeling very business-y/organization-y today.
So I want to talk about your fight songs.
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(all the images on the blog are clickable, linked to their source -- this one comes from a graffiti blog based in the UK)
Ok — so I found out yesterday that writing ourselves whole didn’t get a grant from Horizons that we applied for. Today I’m disappointed but not knocked down — could it have something to do with not feeling so isolated, not so alone in the work? I’m grateful, today, for all the folks I get to work with in building writing ourselves whole to something sustainable and stronger.
Here’s exciting news — last night we ate the first of our own tomatoes with our dinner. Deep orange like a peach but with tomato flesh, and still warm from the vine. The first my-home-grown tomato I’ve had since I lived in Maine: I mixed it in with the guacamole, and it was so good.
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This has exactly nothing to do with today's post, except that today's is a Declaring Our Erotic post, so it's an excuse for me to indulge in my shoe fetish...
Quick note: there’s some explicit sex in this post today — down in the prompt part. Just so you know. xo, Jen
So sleepy this morning — how did I used to stay up so late and still get up and write at 5? No more, I guess. Up by 5 means bed by 9-ish: working on that.
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