Give Sorrow Words: Writing Through Grief
This article was originally posted on www.createwritenow.com Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o’er fraught heart and bids it break. ~William Shakespeare~ Grief is grief and loss is loss....
The Accidental Artist
Did you ever begin something for fun that then turned on its head and became something more? Late one night in the middle of March, I started fooling around on the computer with my old photographs - all 8000 or so of them. (Now I have over 42,000 photographs.) I...
Doves
Arches
Angels in our Midst
Journaling Frees the Mind from Everyday Stress
Elizabeth Welles has been journaling since she was a child of seven. On a trip to Europe her mother gave her a little black book and told her, “This is your diary to write in.” From then on Welles found true freedom on the blank page and wrote in it frequently. Welles, a professional writer and speaker, performance artist and poet, authority on journaling and meditation, says that journaling has three gifts to give: love, well-being and peace.
What Would You Love To Create?
Your creative expression is unique to you. So what would you love to create? The question and words 'What would you love to create?' Or 'What would I love to create?' are specific. Would is a word of invitation. It is different from could. The word could is...
The Good News About Your Creativity ~ Part I
You are gifted with a myriad of creative possibilities, many rivers and many streams. This understanding provides a portal that there are outlets for your creative quests. There are solutions to answers, mysteries to be embraced, help for quandaries, and missions for...
How To Write With The Voice of Compassion
I began writing as a young storyteller before the age of seven, experiencing the benefits of cathartic writing only later at the age of eleven. Writing out my pain was a relief. It took off the top layer of the ouch. I could write till tears streamed down my cheeks to...
Writing to Ease Stress for Soldiers and Veterans of War
Someone once threatened to bash my face in. It scared the hell out of me. I knew in my heart that wouldn’t happen, but it kept me awake at night. It had me looking over my shoulder in the stores where I could run into this person. It was the background chatter in my...