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mourning/morning pages

imagebefore I cry or question why, let me lift my pen, as I sit here in my little den, and number, one by one, my blessings so clearly on display. #mourningpages


My first wordshop


Today I start giving my warrior work WORDshops

this has been a culmination of over 20 years as a published writer and over 40 years as a creative person.

i am not sure what it is that i am feeling. it is a mixture of excitement, love and ecstacy and also some fear.

fear is a silly place to create this wordshop from

since i will be trying to show my class the beauty in life

and how we can express it on the page

so i will inhale in all the creativeness of all my blog friends blogs amd remember how brave we were to write our first post and how from that so many wonderful friendships and creatve exchanges have been formed. I never dreamt my first post woudl lead me to this well of wonderment in blog world. who knows where my wordshops will lead me. (ps thanks for all your creativity which inspires me so much)

instead of being scared, i will remember how excited i was to learn to write my first letter, an A, in cursive writing, when i was a child. i will remember how words have been my anchor in this life

and i will remember what a beautiful planet we live on fully supported by earth and sky. and while i am at it i will remember how sweetly the birds are chirping outside my window right now and i will remember an email i received this morning from a dearest friend so far away from me, who always inspires and encourages.

i will think of all my greatly creative friends, the musicians, the writers ,the poets, the dancers, the singers, the artists, who do not express all the beauty inside of them onto the world, and i will do my utmost to help these  people in my class today to not be afraid to express themselves to the world as they really are. because their gifts lie in the unedited version of who they are.

Today five people and I will will begin the journey to become more of who we are and to start seeing our own world as an extraordinary place, and putting that all on the written record. Please send your love to us as we embark on the wordshop journey.

it is with such true and utter joy that i take my leap into the big blue sky to be all i am meant to be, to be the creator and the educator i was born to be.

love you all

my first wordshop, who woulda thought

wooohooooooooo! xxx

thanks for all the ways you have sparked my dreaming days to this reality xx

Dear Body

Dear Body

I haven’t always been good to you. In fact, there were years I was darn sadistic towards you.

I forced you to drink way too much tequila, smoke too many cigarettes and i took you for stupid, not thinking you were wise enough to decide how to function. i used to shove pills down you to make you get up, (let’s also not forget the coffee, the bioplus and the thinz), when all you really needed was a lie in, you were telling me you were tired, but there was no time for a girl like me trying to make it in this world to hear that. you had to perform at all costs, no matter what the consequences and there were consequences.

and when you started to tell me you were stressed, perhaps a bit anxious, that i had taken on more than i could handle, i didn’t want to listen so i shoved some calm-me-down pills down you and even some make-me-sleep pills when the get-me-up pills started to keep you up. i treated or should i say i mistreated you as though you were worth nothing. i partied all night, hardly ate, slept little and let other people hurt you too.

of course you got a chronic illness , and i left you in the hands of a doctor who didn’t care too much for you. why should he have, i didn’t care for you either.

you and i know the full story about what I have done to you. Yet despite all of this, and I am so, so  so sorry for what I have done to you, you have always stood by me.

when i stopped trying to kill you off slowly, when i realised that you and me, we had to work together, things changed.  

i started listening to you, and my gosh you spoke a lot when not drugged up and pushed around.

you told me lots of things, even down to who i should be with and who is shouldn’t be with.

SO i stopped drinking, drugging, taking pills, i started eating good food, and dumped the junk on-the-run-food, i stopped taking pills just because some doctor told me i should and i waited to listen to you. and you never kept me in the dark.

i always say that i cured myself of a chronic illness, which i no longer have, but it was you champ who did it.

dear Body, forgive me for the years I tortured you, and thank you from the bottom of my heart for sticking by me, for never giving up on me.

On the eve of our birthday, i dedicate tomorrow to you, brave, beautiful body, who despite the odds against her by a once mad tyrannical person, never gave up.

I love you my body, isn’t it odd that now that you are older, curvier, droopier, and fleshier, i should love you so much more.

thank you for being the vehicle for my soul to experience such amazing things on earth, thank you for always surprising me with your strength and loveliness.

Today, I recommit to honour and respect you for the wise being that you are

Happy birthday dear Body xxxx