I don’t often write directly about what “faith” means to me on the page, but after a month of inspiring work by artists at Open Thought Vortex, I decided to dive right in. It’s frightening–talking about religion. Especially when you had one, and now you have none. I hope you’ll take a look at my editor’s letter over there, and then peruse last month’s features to find out what “faith” means to many others. Read my admission on Open Thought Vortex.
Several months ago I put out a call for guest writing. It has naturally evolved into a survival series here on The Honeyed Quill. Since I work with individuals on surviving their stories by writing for release and recovery, this makes sense. It still surprises me, though. Every time I scroll through my guests’ work, I step back and marvel at not only what I am trusted with (I coach each piece that comes my way which can take weeks or a day depending on the individual’s relationship with their story),
by Kim Jorgensen Gane I wrote “Trigger Warning: Mothering Boys” months before the news of the Stanford rapist’s sentence infiltrated every social media platform, and rightly so. These were my words, my truth. I wrestled with them. I worked with Shawna to make better sense of them. To be clear. To find the love in the experience and be able to express that, too. I read the words before a live audience. My dad was in the audience. My mom was. My brother left before I read my piece. We
I’ve talked about relief objects and projects a little bit before. If you’d like to read what I wrote, go here. This video explores ways you can find an object that will grant you the greatest release. I hope you enjoy the video. Bonus points if you leave me a comment. Double bonus points if you hear where I did a word swap. Do you have a relief object? Take a few seconds to tell me what it is and why it works for you below!
#LinkYourLife has just passed it’s one year birthday and our hashtag community is thriving. Thanks to Shareen‘s warm and fuzzy recruitment tactics, Fridays are hopping both on Twitter and Facebook. #LinkYourLife has spun off in many directions beginning with first Fridays of the month when we tag with #LinkYourCompassion. There are the #LinkYourLife #lovequotes many of us have been creating and sharing as a way to appreciate the people we read through #LinkYourLife. We have worked to incorporate others’ tags (such as the awesome #ShareInspireConquer from @BestowingFire) and promote all
The Four Paws for Noah Writing Competitions were a labor of love by many. Hosts, judges and many others invested time and money into seeing this competition be a success. I am deeply grateful for the level of compassion offered to my family. Writing competitions are time-consuming to run, publicize and judge. The donations made in those areas are incalculable. However, you need a number and I have one I would love to share. The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Contest and the Able in This Diverse Universe Essay Competition raised
I am excited to announce that the Able in This Diverse Universe Essay competition has come to an end. Winners were chosen and notified last week with their prizes mailed on Friday. Karrie Higgins has written a comprehensive post on the winning essays and why they were chosen. Please visit her site using this link to learn more. Here, I will give you names and titles as well as links to the published pieces. Please note there were no second and third prizes until Shareen Mansfield from Open Thought Vortex
The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Writing Competition was pioneered by Charli Mills and the Rough Writers, a fearsome band of a buckaroos who ride by their own rules and write with style. I reached out to Charli many months yon to ask if she might help me birth a dream for our family: to raise money for Noah and his service dog, Appa. Her immediate response was “Yes!” and she rallied her Writers. Geoff Le Pard, Pat Cummings, Norah Colvin and Sarah Brentyn saddled up as judges for this competition.
My mother had a long-term boyfriend when I was 10 years old. She was going to marry him and, wow, he was like a father to me. My dad had exited my life at the age of five. He was a serial cheater; a man that loved to have women at every port whilst his wife was back at home barefoot and pregnant. He had come into my life again a year beforehand, willing to mend broken ties. His dad had just died and when Mum and Dad were at the funeral she
If we were having coffee, I would tell you, “Oh my gosh. Welcome! Long time no see.” Friends, where have I been all Winter? The sun is coming out and I feel like I’m resurfacing. Like all of the sudden there is air. If you were here with me, you’d be joining me in my office. My very own writing and work space! I would crack the window and burn some sage if it feels good to you, because I am sweeping accumulated negativity out of my life. In Winter I