One Word 365 – Go

For a lover of words, choosing one word is a challenge. Well theoretically it is a challenge. But when the word chooses you, well that changes things. Switches it up a bit. If I recall correctly, which I am apt not to do, last year’s word, “Art”, chose me. Well loosely speaking.

There is a mutuality to choosing a word. One feels drawn to the word. The word seems to fit and you and the word enter into some sort of agreement to co-exist for 365 days. There is some “self-identifying” that goes into it. For me, I think I will be called to “go” more. There is a mystery, a calling and a trust. Go and I. Locked arms for the year.

Metaphorically speaking. As far as I know, “Go” has no limbs.

Choosing “a word” for the year is being done by many bloggers and writers. The idea is catching on. As best I can tell. I only know that I kind of like the idea. It seems to give me a focal point. A way to focus my life, my writing. It grounds my writing in some way without being legalistic and boxed in. A gentle guide, perhaps. Providing a benchmark. A roadmap. A guidepost.

(Alece Ronzino, @aleceronzino on twitter, and fellow-blogger at Grit and Glory dot com is the brainchild). I thought you should know.

It is a bit counter-intuitive to sum up a year at the beginning of the year. But I like the concept and something, in retrospect, about last year’s word “Art’ did define my year in many ways.

One Word 365 has an expansive website which I found interesting to explore. You may want to visit it too. And be inspired to identify your own word.

So for now I am at peace with where I will go with “Go” in 2014. I feel the impetus of a verb behind me, propelling gently my writing life. Last year’s noun suited last year. And helped me focus on the art of living and creating. 2013 offered many opportunities and my writing got up and went places. Exciting places, far away places, intriguing places.

So maybe “Go” makes sense and in fact is not as simple or odd as it may appear. “Go” whispers the beginnings of “God”. It hints and reminds me of the Divine. Turns me and points me like a spiritual compass before I even actually move.

And my #oneword365 is active and passive. I find peace in that too. I can intentionally begin my days with “Go”. Focused on movement of the heart or body.  And though I may not leave to travel to far flung places,  traveling only on the page with my writing, I am still active and moving.

“Go” reminds me that I should stay less often. If you have read here for even a little while you may recall that I create wide margins, habitually, regularly, by design. I am comforted by wide margins.

But I may need to say yes to going more often. Exploring. Seeking. Challenging myself. Meeting new people, places, and things in the going. My life feels pulled ever so gently into more “yeses” to going. To risking. To bravery and boldness in many aspects of my art and my just living.

Thank you for going with me. For walking along here through my poetry and prose. For listening to my noticing, my pondering, and for simply reading my words. It is an honor to “go” through life with others in this community.

To look for God and all his glory in the cracks and crevices, the folds of the day, the nuances of life and in the everyday daily. Together.

I am dreaming of going a few very special places this year. Lean in close and I will share one dream….that of joining a  meet-up in New York in April with my friends at Tweetspeak Poetry. And I am anticipating some surprises along the way. There are always plenty of them, aren’t there.

But mostly I am at peace just getting going daily. Loving well. Living well. Writing. Always writing. There is a book or two inside me that is just asking to be written. I hope I show up at my desk and actually go about writing a book in 2014. To that end, I am beginning a workshop on Monday with Jane Friedman. I wanted to add like ten exclamation points to the end of that sentence, but I thought it would be well, over-kill. Nine maybe, not ten.

You may notice things a little quieter here, or a little louder. I may be holed up in my Tweetspeak Poetry Workshop, busily trying to improve my art. Or I may be running back here to share with you. Either way, I hope to be challenged and changed.

Happy 2014 friends. I may not thank you enough. But I am grateful to have you here.

You may consider joining me on instagram, twitter @graceappears or “like” my facebook page. All that would be lovely if you’d like to come “go” with me there.

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Slaying Dragons

Slaying Dragons

Sometimes we, the royal one, and I
We need paradigm shifts.

Crave, no hunger for, new normals
Feel the burning desire, the fire in the belly
For radical, get with the program plans
Or better yet, write new ones.
That color wild and bold and tempestuously
Outside the lines
White-out replacing old with new
Marking gloriously fresh borders
In pen, not pencil.

And with
Ear to the ground, we hear
Pounding
Hooves and heartbeats,
Like wild bulls, joining wild horses
In a throwing-the-dust-up maddly in the air,
Frenzied
Stampede.

And depart for a good long while
The dog-in, dog-out
Cat-in, cat-out days
To raise
The roof
And the wrist, the ventrical vessel for the overflow of
The fiercely beating
Heart

Pick up dragging feet, or dragging pen
And maybe even an imaginary sword
With the sharpest blade words, not metal
Can make

Foot in stirrup, mounted on horseback
Maybe even two feet
Planted firmly there

And for once and for all

Slay the dang dragons

Who will find themselves pitifully piled up
In the corner, shaking with fear
And trembling
Cowering at the sight

Of one bold and brave
Writer, warrior, woman
Friend.

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Dedicated with love and admiration to the following three women in my world: Amanda Hill, Maggie Wynne, and L.L. Barkat. Slay on.

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Taking “Spin” To The Nth Degree – An Interview With Author Claire Burge

I am not a professional interviewer. I am a poet, writer, noticer. And I love stories, people and getting to the soul of a person. To dig deep, to ask questions, and to uncover things that are buried. To mine for more.

So really, as you will see, I am not terribly adept at interviewing authors. But I so love finding the poetic soul of a project.

I first met Claire Burge, or rather I have only met Claire, virtually, through the community  at Tweetspeak Poetry. Her book “Spin: Taking Your Creativity To The Nth Degree”  was recently published by TS Poetry Press and a group of us are having a delightful time discussing “Spin” in a Tweetspeak Poetry bookclub.

I think that Claire would be more than okay with my beginning this post by saying I have not thought of myself as being creative until very very recently. And I imagine the author of “Spin: Taking Your Creativity To The Nth Degree” would be thrilled to know that she inspires me, encourages me and challenges me. This is certainly not about me. But I, like many, saw other people, especially family members as the “creatives”. And I lived on the outskirts. Defining myself not as a poet, writer, noticer, as I do today. I was void, by self-definition of anything  creative. Operating out of other parts of my brain and heart but not self-identifying as creative.

You will see in Claire’s own words that it was for someone a bit like me, well maybe a lot like me that she penned this unique book So I am grateful to have her take me and all of us on a journey of exploration into creativity. If you are trying to maximize your own God-given creative potential, if you are hoping to organize your ideas for a dream book into something manageable, or even if you just love people, interesting and passionate people, then pull up a cup of hot cooca, Claire would, and join me.

This really is about Claire, in her own words. And it is really especially about “Spin”. What a joy to sit in my home and have this woman described as “part chaos” allow me to ask her questions. To dig much deeper into her book. And to have her, there in Dublin, respond so graciously. Her answers are so in depth and thought provoking that I simply cannot edit her.Well, I can’t edit myself or anyone very well for that matter. Well maybe my mother’s book which I helped edit. But that’s another story.  I do love stories, detailed, nuanced and intriguing.

Maybe that is why I loved “Spin”. Claire’s words and Brian Dixon’s whimsical and wonderful illustrations make the pages of this book perfect for doodling on, dreaming within and digging into. And send you  out on the other side knowing more about who and what you are as a creative being.

Elizabeth: 

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Claire, I love the way in which you weave your unique life thread of your story, of your journey, throughout this book. It speaks to me particularly well because it is not a prescriptive for creativity, but shows us through the art of story how everything, every part of our lives feeds into the creative “us”. What a beautiful picture you paint throughout. There could be a tendency to see, on the surface, a story,  as seemingly “unrelated” to a book on the creative process. But boy is it lovely how you show us the connectedness of these tender places, chapters, in our lives. How everything is related to who we are as creatives.

Elizabeth:

I am interested in the birth of the book, how the concept came about. It is so unique. Did you start with the concept of memoir? Did you look back on your life and story and see the places and times of your life which imprinted your creative self the most? And then go from there. Can you speak to how the book was “born”. I would love to know more of its genesis. And as a part of that, did you set out to write a blueprint for the creative process, or did it just grow organically out of memoir writing?

Claire:

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The Genesis
The genesis of the book is an interesting question because it speaks to the creative process in and of itself. Now that you have asked the question, I see the genesis of the book happening in three stages spanning many years.

The first started way before I even realised that I would ever write a book on the topic of creativity: I dated a very talented creative. He was musically gifted. He won numerous awards for his drawing, sketching and painting work. He could sculpt like few could. He was an all-rounder creative if you will and it simply emanated from every fibre of his being. I never created around him. I retreated completely into the left hemisphere of my brain and only emerged many years after our break up. I turned to business and figures because that was one area where he was weak. I never realised this at the time but I did many years later when I had to confront my own creative-in-hiding.

I believe we’re all creative. I really do. We sometimes make choices that either nurture or dampen that creative inside of us. This relates to the genesis of the book because the reader I had in mind when I wrote the book was not the accomplished creative who feels that they are at the pinnacle of it all but rather the person who feels inadequate enough to even have a dialogue with that creative inside of them.

I also did four things:

1. I categorised broadly the lessons in my life book that I have been keeping since I was 15. Creativity emerged as a category in which I had penned many lessons.

2. I sent a Facebook message to a number of people who I would deem creative with the following questions:

a. What would make you buy a book on creativity?
b. if you did buy one, what would you like to find inside?

3. I considered why people have called me creative over the years. I recalled conversations and I jotted down at a high level the words that had been used in them.

4. I looked at various self-help books for their structures and then chose a blended approach from all of them that I felt would meet my audience and the material itself.

Now the above is what I would call the conception of the book but it morphed radically as the writing got under way. Brian and I decided to work alongside one another rather than work in two separate phases. So, I would write a few chapters and send them on to him. He would then illustrate and I would give feedback. During conception, the vision had very much been to keep the illustrations as a “support” to the book itself but by chapter 10, I realised that the illustrations were more important than that. For me, Brian and I are very much co-authors rather than illustrator and author.  Without his work, the book becomes rather prescriptive and that is the last thing I want it to be.

You asked about memoir and whether I set out to write a blueprint for creativity: it was never planned as memoir but I realised very early on in the process that I am in no way the go-to expert on creativity and I never intend on being that. I definitely did not want to write the blueprint. I did not want to write a self-help book.  I wanted to share a story with the hopes of uncovering other stories. I want my story to ultimately fade into the background as the reader’s story becomes their compass back to their inner creative.

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Join me here tomorrow for Part Two of my interview with Claire.  I will share with you some more of Claire’s responses to my “digging in” questions, my favorite part of the book, and an excerpt from the pages of “Spin.” I have also written a review on Amazon. Click on the link below to order your  own copy of  “Spin” or to send it as a Christmas gift. And check out my review while you’re there.

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Claire’s book Spin is available here on Amazon

Her websight may be found here at Claire Burge dot com. And follow her on Twitter at @claireburge

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The Noticer

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The Noticer

It was in the fall that I noticed. Again. But it was different this time. The yard had been raked in a suburban monochromatic sweeping. Overly antiseptic. The way the neighbors might  approve. But in a way that appears boring. Void of creativity. The kind spilled out from heaven. Released, unfurled by the hand of Artist God.

And it was then that I noticed. The brushing aside. Made manifest in my yard. A physical representation in the form of dead leaves. Brittle. That heart of God on my yard. The mosaic, the fallen tapestry of gold, sienna, burnt orange pieces had been raked up. Msn moved the art of God. There on the canvas of my autumn day, a mosaic laid in love was moved in uncaring haste. To sanitize. To bring man-made order.

The leaves had fallen just so, placed, by a holy hand. The Creator had, was it by design, offered a masterpiece of autumnal muted hues, surrounding me with glory come down. And we, in an effort to re-create our own standard of beauty, had brushed it aside. It was then that I noticed. What a mistake the rearranging might have been. I saw, what it feels like to be invisible.

To be brushed aside.

And I am touched by holy noticing, once again.

Thankful for the nuances of ordinary life. The subtlety of beauty. And the generosity of the Giver. And the gentle reminder, to notice.

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Joining Jen at SDG

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