Like I promised, fall is here. The van is set up for camping and I take off tomorrow.
First stop, Seattle for a weekend with my writing coach. When she realized her downstairs apartment was available for the weekend, she invited me to come stay. Four other memoir writing women will join us on Saturday. We have been zooming for months now, sharing some of our most intimate, joyful and painful tales. After learning each of our stories, I would say we make a group of some strong, resilient women. We have cried and laughed together virtually. I’m guessing the laughter will magnify as we physically come together.
Then to Olympia to visit Taj, who I cared for as a child. She is now a grown woman and holds special place in my heart. Her mother is like a sister to me. They are both family.
From there I plan to drive down the coast. The beauty is, from Olympia there is no agenda. Just me, my camping gear, books and pen and paper.
Happy camping everyone. Thanks for reading.
Tag: Resilient
Resilience
Resilience is knowing the wrongs you have done and taking responsibility for them.
resilience is wanting to call someone you know you shouldn’t, and not calling them.
it’s calling a friend instead
It’s giving space, it’s loving from afar.
It’s finding a need someone has and fulfilling that need.
It’s creating something beautiful in spite of, or because of the pain.
Sometimes, it’s just taking a nap.
It’s the emotional strength it takes to carry on, using tools you didn’t realize you had.
It’s trying something new, not being afraid even though you are shaking inside.
It’s accepting what is.
It’s changing what needs to be changed.
It’s fighting for this thing called life.
Frances Scott
Are we listening now?
This from 2018, could have been written today. Features dancer, Quentin Robinson from Missoula, MT. I once came across him dancing in the park. I felt lucky, as if I had gotten into a dance performance for free.
And we love you, John Prine
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