Summer is really here now, and I guess it’s time. Everything is still in bloom and beautiful where I am, because of adequate rain and sunshine, but hot and dry may soon appear. What do you do in the summer? My gardening friends are constantly working in their yards, people are going on vacations, to the beach or lake or mountains. It’s a great time to be doing something.

We celebrate the independence of our country from England this month. I have mixed feelings about it because of the people we displaced when we arrived here and since, and the people we enslaved who still struggle with the meaning of freedom for themselves. Our independence certainly wasn’t without high costs in people and resources.

Still, I’m grateful for the freedoms I enjoy and the independence I have to live my life as I want. I am glad that I can write what I feel in this blog and in my book and say what I want without fear of a dire punishment. I can look out my window and see my wild back yard (I am not a gardener, but I’ll take all the fruits and vegetables you’re willing to give me!) and be refreshed by all the green I see, though it isn’t organized in any way. I’d love to hear what you are doing this summer and about your fun vacations.

What is something you remember from the past that stays with you even now when you think of vacations? What about something not so good or fun, but that you survived anyway, and it makes a good story?

How do you feel about summer, all the outdoor activities available, the heat and maybe humidity, and what you do to enjoy it day to day?

Write about your perceived freedoms and what you appreciate about living in a country that offers them. What can you do to make sure those freedoms are extended to all people who live here?

 

Since I gave mothers some blog space in May, I guess I will write about fathers in June. The 16th is Father’s Day, a day to contemplate and/or celebrate fathers. My dad died 10 years ago after a long illness. He worked hard at living those last three years, and, I think, had some good days. I was at his side with my mother when he died. I remember she was baking cookies and had a batch in the oven when I called her in to be with Dad at the end. She sent me into the kitchen to take the cookies out of the oven so they wouldn’t burn. Then I called the hospice nurse, who had been there just that morning, to come back. It was the first time I had been with someone who died while I watched. It was a peaceful end, though chaotic in my head.

I wrote a poem years ago about my dad’s hands, but I couldn’t find it in my files, so I wrote another one in the same spirit as the first one:

My Father’s Hands

My father’s hands worked the land,
holding the steering wheel of the tractor,
guiding it down the long straight rows
where corn or soy beans would soon grow.

It was dirty work,
and his hands often had to repair equipment:
greasy gears, nuts and bolts, and other parts
that broke in the toil of the day.

He would come in at night,
hands covered in the day’s work,
and clean them as carefully and thoroughly
as he could.

Often his hands were cracked and rough,
and the soil would ingrain itself into those spaces,
but he would wash and scrub
before he came to the table for supper.

Somehow, on Sundays, after a week of hard work,
his hands were immaculate,
his nails neatly trimmed and cleaned,
as he tied his tie getting ready for church.

What was your father’s work? What did you know about what he did?

How did your father’s work influence your life’s work?

Write about a memory you have about your father.

May includes a special day to celebrate mothers. It can be a joyous day or one of sadness or anger or a whole range of emotions. Nevertheless, Mother’s Day arrives on May 12th this year, and it gives us a chance to pause and think about Mom. I am a mother, but only in memory, since my son died twelve years ago. Some years since then have been difficult, others full of happy memories of motherhood. I never know how I will feel on Mother’s Day, but there is always something to remember.

When I thought about my mother this year, I recalled a poem I wrote several years ago that expresses one of the transitions that occurred in my thoughts about her:

My Mother’s Face

I see the blurred reflection

of my mother’s face

in the window above my kitchen sink,

 

the way her hair falls forward

across the left side of her forehead

and curls out from behind her right ear.

 

A light from my neighbor’s window

glows through her eyes, masking

a color that is not quite hers.

 

The silhouette of a wind-tossed branch,

back-lit by fading daylight,

softens her mouth and rounds her jaw.

 

The face I see in my bathroom mirror

under the glare of clear-bulbed light,

is mine, not my mother’s,

 

but, in the foggy window

above my kitchen sink

I am her.

 

Write about a time when you realized you might be more like your mother than you thought.

How has your mother influenced how you are living your life? What are some of the rituals and rules you grew up with that you continue today?

What are some things you have changed in your life from what you learned from your mother?

 

It is April, and signs of spring are beginning to show: buds popping out all over promising flowers and leaves, many by the end of the month; gardeners will be champing at the bit to get outside to clean out the flower beds and get them ready for the planting to come; and the air will feel different, soft and fresh. I am not a gardener, so my mind turns to spring cleaning and flushing out all the unnecessary “stuff” that has accumulated over time. I have already started with drawers and closets, and I’m beginning to feel lighter! I want to rid my mind of some thoughts that keep me stuck, too, and this seems to be a good time to do it.

I’ll want to spend some time outside, too, but not digging in the dirt, just being out and breathing in the spring air. What are you thinking about for this month? What is pulling you outside or out of your shell? Maybe you will want to do your writing outside in the sun or open the windows and let the fresh air sweep out the stale winter air that has weighed you down. This time of year can bring out your best writing; renewal and rebirth can carry you forward into optimism and a lightness of being. So, let me give you some ideas that may get you started.

What is Spring pulling you toward? What activities draw you in and give you hope for what is to come? What are you hoping for? Make lists that will get you started. Then choose something from your list and write away!

What can you do that will open up your mind to lightness and give you confidence that will wash out the negative to make room for some positive thoughts and feelings?

What “stuff” do you need to get rid of that may be blocking you from moving forward? How can you unblock and open up? Free write until you feel yourself loosing up.

Enjoy the process, and be prepared to be surprised at what appears.

March is a month of transitions. March 10th is the beginning of Daylight Saving Time, which is a misnomer, because no daylight is actually saved. It is just taken off the morning and tacked onto the evening. I’m one who thinks we should just set one system and stick with it.

Then, March 20th is the first day of Spring, a season many people look forward to, especially if the winter has been harsh. Often the weather doesn’t cooperate, though, leaving us with more cold and other winter events (like snow and ice!). But, still, hope abounds, and the transition from winter to spring will be in progress this month and may yield some spring-like days.

So, what will you do with your March? Planning ahead may help you sort out what’s happening in the month and keep you from squandering time, although squandering some time is beneficial in any month. It is thinking time and dreaming time and time to enjoy activities that make you happy. March can be a gloomy month, so be sure to plan some sunshine into your days.

Pick one or more of the following prompts and write about transitions.

How do you feel about changing the time? How does in impact you? Maybe a funny little write will make you laugh.

Write about the coming of Spring and what you plan to do to celebrate its beginning.

What are some transitions in your recent life, positive or negative, and how did you maneuver your way through them? Or maybe there has been a major transition sometime in your past, which you’d like think about to answer the question.

Let’s talk about—and write about—Love. There are so many variations of Love: romantic, friendly, ecological (love of the natural world with a desire to protect it), parental, animal (pets, especially), children, and on and on. Then there is the use of love for things such as food, clothing, hair and other physical attributes, colors, seasons, and everything else that doesn’t have its own word for our admiration of it.

But I’d like to concentrate on Love of the highest order, love of and for other people. Some people are easy to love. We just seem to be attracted to them. They make us feel comfortable, cared for, listened to, and, yes, Loved. They are generous with their time and attention. We like to be around them. So, how do we nurture those relationships? By being the kind of person by whom we want to be loved. We, too, can be generous and attentive. We can give plenty of time to developing and maintaining those relationships.

But, what about those who are more difficult to love, with whom we just don’t seem to connect. We can write them off and move on, of course, but what if we are can’t walk away easily, like with family? That’s what our prompts are about in this post, walking that fine line between love and—Love.

Think of someone with whom you must interact regularly, like a family member, but who is difficult to be with. What can you do to make that relationship more loving? Make sure the steps are doable for you, simple and long range.

How might your thoughts and actions be changed to encompass a more loving attitude toward those who are less lovable?

What can you do if the actions you attempt are not accepted by the other person? What can you do then?

And then on the lighter side, write about someone you Love. What about that person makes you love him/her? Be specific. You might even write it out on nice paper and give to that person on Valentine’s Day!

 

Happy New Year! Even though the daylight hours are increasing at this time of year, there is still more dark than light. Sometimes all this darkness affects our moods and motivation to do anything. This poem by Jan Richardson spoke to me about the light that is on its way, but also how we can think about its coming in its many forms. I hope the writing prompts at the end will give you a chance to reflect on the many ways light comes into your lives.

How the Light Comes
Jan Richardson

I cannot tell you
how the light comes.
What I know
is that it is more ancient
than imagining.

That it travels
across an astounding expanse
to reach us.

That it loves
searching out what is hidden,
what is lost,
what is forgotten
or in peril
or in pain.

That it has a fondness
for the body,
for finding its way
toward flesh,
for tracing the edges
of form,
for shining forth
through the eye,
the hand,
the heart.

I cannot tell you
how the light comes,
but that it does.
That it will.
That it works its way
into the deepest dark
that enfolds you,
though it may seem
long ages in coming
or arrive in a shape you did not foresee.

And so
may we this day
turn ourselves toward it.
May we lift our faces
to let it find us.
May we bend our bodies
to follow the arc it makes.
May we open
and open more
and open still
to the blessed light
that comes.

© Jan Richardson from her website: http://adventdoor.com/2011/12/21/christmas-day-how-the-light-comes/

What is a light in your life and how do you access it?
Shine a light on something hidden, lost or forgotten, and write about what you find.
How has light sought you out and awakened you to something new?

December can be a busy, hectic month with various holidays falling throughout. Some people may be looking forward to a particular holiday, while others dread the emotional ups and downs that sometimes accompany days that are set aside for joy and happiness. However you approach a holiday, it can be tiring and way too busy. So, what can we do to slow things down?

Journaling every, or most, days can get your thoughts and concerns down on the page and out of your head. It can clarify what you really want to do and maybe what you can bypass. If you just have to do something you don’t want to do, it can help you make peace with it. Think about the following writing prompts and answer one or all of them to help make your holidays more joyful.

What December holiday draws you in, and how can you stay calm and peaceful throughout the days and weeks leading up to it? And get through it? Hint: schedule some enjoyable activities that don’t involve the holiday that you really like to do. What are those activities?

What makes you happy about this holiday? Be sure to savor those thoughts.

Write about a memorable time from the past regarding this holiday, and enjoy it all over again.

I’ve been thinking about the stories I tell myself and wonder if any of them are connected to what my life is about inside or out. We all live our lives in stories, many of them only perceived reality. When examined, they don’t match how we are living day by day. Often, they aren’t really the truth, but something we make up in our heads while trying to make sense of the world we live in. They may make us more comfortable, even the negative stories, because we understand them and know what to expect. Maybe it’s time to just experience life without the accompanying stories. Can we do that? I’m not sure.

Which stories are you embracing right now? Do they match the truth?

Are there any stories that you are avoiding or struggling with? How can you resolve the issues you have with them?

If you have any aha’s or any other thoughts, I’d love to hear about them in the comments below.

Today begins our writing relationship. I look forward to meeting you and hearing what you have to say. I will be posting many types of writing prompts: poetry, journaling, meditation, writing from pictures and whatever else I can think of or what I hear from you that you’d like to write to. I may try out some of my new poems on you, to get your feedback, and I’d like to read yours, too. This will be an ongoing journey, and it will evolve as we walk down this path together.

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