In 1995 I held the first Women’s Circle, Women’s Story writing retreat at Benet Pines, near Colorado Springs. For many more years I spent a magical summer week in the pine forest with a dozen women. We then moved
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I’m as corny as Kansas in August, I’m as normal as blueberry pie No more a smart little girl with no heart, I have found me a wonderful guy! —from A Wonderful Guy, South Pacific In mid-May, I
I’m teaching Vision & Manifestation in the second summer term at the Therapeutic Writing Institute. It’s been four years since I have taught it online, although I do a very brief reprise each time I offer the Journal to
So Much Happiness It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness. With sadness there is something to rub against, a wound to tend with lotion and cloth. When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up, something to hold in
Last Wednesday, July 18, at 10:05 pm, my friend Susan deWardt died in the presence of her devoted husband, John, and a hospice CNA. Susan was diagnosed with peritoneal cancer the week after a 2015 poetry therapy intensive which
On Sunday I sent an email to all Journalverse members. If you didn’t see it, here’s the text. I’m delighted to report that 100% of the responses I have received are enthusiastic about this shift. Onward! Since I started
I love my garden. It’s the crispy mid-summer weeks when leaves shrivel and brown, annual blooms are taking a breather, early summer perennials have faded while the late summer plants are still producing buds. So it’s not as beautiful
It’s been a visionary 2018 at CJT! We have lots planned for the rest of this year and into next. All of this is in development, so details will follow — but here are some previews of coming attractions.
As we swing into the lazy days of mid-summer, what better offering than this oft-quoted and much-loved meditation on “the universe in a grain of sand” by Mary O? If you’re a Mary Oliver fan — and, come on, who isn’t? — you may want to know that in the
Settle in for a story about an experience about two electrifying experiences in 1991, and the lessons I am only now beginning to ground into conscious action. Your thoughts?