I’m glad you’re here.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? ― Mary Oliver
I’d like to help you find courage to rise up, to rebel against whatever it is that has been holding you back from writing, from living your dreams.
This online community is for writers, poets and creatives, for anyone who has stopped doing something they love, like writing, singing, painting…. It’s for those who are living a secret life, the one where you are paying the bills, going to work, tending to family, and yet, not fully living. We’ve buried our writing and creative dreams, and yet, these dreams often nudge us to come back to them. Or the pain becomes unbearable. Living without our dreams is like walking away from a lover. heartbreaking.
For me, writing has been my way back, a way of learning, a way of healing. I created this online community because I KNOW THERE ARE OTHERS WHO ARE STRUGGLING, yearning to write, but life has gotten in the way, or you are struggling with your own trauma wounds. As much as I wish I could, I can’t give you a “ten-step program” or a handy checklist or a toolkit or a blueprint for healing trauma, that promises “success,” but I can invite you on a journey towards healing. Healing, especially from trauma, is a journey, one of ups and downs, starts and stops. Just when you think you’ve got it, something seems to throw a wrench in the plan. Often, sharing our stories and inviting others to join in our journey is healing. Healing after all is an active verb, not a snap of the fingers.
For years I have participated in support groups for women who are dealing with the aftermaths of war trauma on their husbands or partners, commonly known as post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). We don’t make bold promises in these groups. Instead, we mostly listen and share. And in doing so, we begin to feel seen and heard again. Some of the loneliness begins to fade. It’s a one-step-at-a-time, often one-day-at-a-time, and even one-breath-at-a-time, adventure.
Creativity has always been essential to my life. It’s been a survival tool, really, a way to problem solve and often make something from difficult situations. Maybe it’s because I have lived through so many tough times that I resonate so strongly with a certain flower I discovered, one birthed out of trauma. Right now, I am fascinated with the wild, resilient Fynbos flowers of South Africa because they survive and thrive after a fire. They are called fire ephemerals, and are part of a group of plant species which rely on fire in order to propagate, and to thrive.