People frequently want to know where I’ve gotten my ideas. They are a conglomeration of personal and professional experience along with a lot of reading and experimentation.
I am so honored and excited to share some of the reasons for, and structures of my Writing as a Righting Journey workshop on both the national and international levels.
In September, I will travel to Spain for the 5th International Health Humanities conference to present an hour workshop with Q & A to other medical professionals, caretakers, and citizen activists in healthcare.
Also, Josephine Ensign, University of Washington Nursing professor and I will co-present our work on Evaluating Creative Modalities Use with Marginalized Populations at the same venue.
In November, I will present a short paper on my writing workshop at The Mayo Clinic’s Humanities in Medicine Symposium in Phoenix.
If you know anyone in Europe or the US that you think should attend one of these, please let them know.
I’ll report back soon!
Saturday, October 1, 2016
The Richard Hugo House
1 pm- 5 pm
Come read and write poems of renewal, birth, loss and change. We will read poems by Dana Levin, Ross Gay, Mary Jo Bang, Kevin Young and others. We will also use these works as starting points for our own poems.
A love of words and writing is the prerequisite.
Early bird registration expires August 29th. See the link under the title for more information.
Hope to see you there.
A friend, who attended the memorial service for the boy who took his life last week, gave me this poem by Galway Kinnell. I wish that something or someone could have intervened in his young life, asked him to wait, to tell him, “it does get better.” Sometimes you don’t know or realize the depth of despair or pain that someone is harboring; they may seem engaged, active and outwardly joyful. And no matter how attuned we may be as parents, we can never fully know another’s inner realities. This is the agony and dark side of individuality, love isn’t always enough to shelter those we care most about.
You can also hear Galway reading his poem here.
Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven’t they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become lovely again.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again,
their memories are what give them
the need for other hands. And the desolation
of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness
carved out of such tiny beings as we are
asks to be filled; the need
for the new love is faithfulness to the old.
Don’t go too early.
You’re tired. But everyone’s tired.
But no one is tired enough.
Only wait a while and listen.
Music of hair,
Music of pain,
music of looms weaving all our loves again.
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear,
the flute of your whole existence,
rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.