Prompt 4: Celebrate
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This time of year has been called the "deep winter," imposing its mystery on us even as we light countless candles, gather (maybe) by the warmth of fires in fireplaces, and drink beverages latent with their own magic. We can easily become enchanted by the celebrations we see and hear all around us. Whether they are religious celebrations or community and family traditions, it is easy to feel the pressures of expectations and obligations.
To CELEBRATE also means:
To praise widely or to present to widespread and favorable public notice.
To praise and draw attention to.
Invitation to Write:
During these days of allure and ambivalence, what do we celebrate? What do we have to praise at this point in the Covid Writing Recovery Project? What do we want to draw to our own and others' attention?
Help us celebrate a community of creativity and resilience.
Contribute your own vision of what we have to celebrate this deep winter!
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12/18/2022 05:43:18 am
Writing in general is such a great healing tool. Today I celebrate writing! I wrote a Christmas letter for my friends and family. I celebrate my weekly writing group and this bi-monthly writing project, also my ongoing tarot book project. I am a writer, even if only in my own mind. I write! I really do!
1/15/2023 05:24:35 pm
"I'm a legend in my own mind!" a friend of mine used to say. And it's true. Whenever I write about my life, I take another hike along the Hero's Journey.
12/23/2022 09:05:52 am
This morning, my cat sat straight up in our room on the second floor, looking out the window, her front legs like Doric columns. We are high up there, half way up the tall, tall trees—poplars, oaks, pines, beech. Ivy was watching their crowns sway and tense as the winter storm moves in. Her body rested, poised and perfectly relaxed in a way I can never achieve no matter how I try.
1/12/2023 11:59:00 pm
1/15/2023 05:13:04 pm
The eclipsing Moon casts the world in a gradient of chalky whites... while I see three overlapping moonprints with my aging eye.
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