Writing Through Crisis and Other Well-being Practices
Why do I write? The question was recently posed to me and other guest writers on Christi Craig’s blog. One of the gifts writing provides is the power of transformation. At a young age I discovered that writing about difficult experiences was a lot easier than talking about them. Have you ever kept a journal or written your soul through difficulties? You don’t have to be a writer to journal, and you definitely don’t have to share your writing with anyone else. With our world in crisis, now is a good time to try writing your way through these challenging times. Writing is an easy and powerful way to transform difficult experiences into ones you can better cope with or understand. Think of writing as free therapy for the soul.
In other self-care news, Sara Avant Stover is offering a free online workshop: 6 Well-being Practices to Start Today. It begins this Wednesday, May 27, 5-6:30 PM, Pacific (8-9:30 PM, Eastern). Sara also has other online workshops and webinars, online retreats, and other classes.
If you’re looking for a little pick-me-up, check out inspiring videos on KarmaTube. I like this short music video about how we don’t have to be superheroes to save ourselves from destruction. Kind words and good deeds go a long way toward creating a world of love.
Join the Moral March on Washington. Billed as the poor people’s campaign, the event draws attention to the unfathomable inequities in America and invites us change the narrative through peaceful action, to help transform our society from a “war economy” to a “peace economy.” The website has a toolkit, videos, and other information for how you can be a part of truly making America great again, that is, creating an empathic society that leaves no one behind.
If you have ideas or strategies you’d like to share about reinventing how live to improve the lives of all, send me an email. I’ll write about them in future posts.
Nice links! Liked that Karma Tube stuff.
In the early 80’s, one of my dearest friends, Carol and I were psychiatric nurses in Colorado Springs. (Recommend a newly released book – Hidden Valley Road. A family in Co Springs that had 6 of their 12 children diagnosed with schizophrenia.) Carol was a brilliant Bostonian and her and I were both avid journal-keepers. We made a “pac” with each other – when one of us died, we would find the others journals and burn them before any family member could read them. Twenty years later, Carol died unexpectedly having thrown a blot clot after her knee replacement surgery. (I begged our friend, Beth, to whisper in her ear to wait for me in her hospital bed until I could get there since I had 200 miles to travel. She did. She passed 1/2 hour after I arrived.) I kept my promise to Carol. I gathered all her volumes – there were mounds of them! I couldn’t burn that many (she would have laughed at this reality) yet I ensured they were never read. I miss our belly-laughing. And am glad to this day I could keep my promise.