Writing
I have butterflies in my belly as I type this post. I am currently printing out my book so I can Fedex it. Jungian therapist, teacher and film consultant Michael Conforti PhD has agreed to be a reader for my book and … provide feedback.
I re-read a portion this morning with him in mind and suddenly noticed I was missing some explanatory text. I added what I could, but time is of the essence at this point. He only has a few days of open time to read it over initially. Ai yi yi!
Can you tell that this is a real edge for me?
If you haven’t guessed already, my reader is the founder of the Assisi Institute where I am in training to be an Archetypal Pattern Analyst. I am honored and humbled by his agreeing to assist me. I am also scared to death.
Man, this working on my fear of being large is paying off … dammit!
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Submitted by katrina on Mon, 03/22/2010 - 7:53pm.
It must be difficult being a student of a mystic. Often I feel like I owe my students an apology.
In my defense, I feel like I am in a single continuing conversation, and the faces all start to blur at some level. So I will begin conversations with, “As we were discussing,..” and then realize ten minutes in that this person who is now in front of me has no idea to what I am referring.
And I will say to the person to whom I began the conversation, “I was talking with a dear friend and …”. And only much later does it occur to me that this may in fact be that dear person standing in front of me.
I often say things that mean something different than how it first appears. I have noticed people correcting me then immediately repeat back what I thought I had said. I cannot tell if I had that part of the conversation internally or whether what I intended to say was spoken out of order.
I find myself confused often in conversations. I am hearing things that were not spoken out loud … or something. Sometimes it is as if I maybe missed part of the conversation.
This would all be frightening, disorientating, or depressing if were not for the almost constant flow of light, beauty, joy, connection and delight that permeates almost everything I do. I am reassured by every inhale, delighted by every blooming flower and comforted by every drop of water that passes across my lips.
Life is so rich, sweet, succulent, promising and full right at this very moment.
Oh yeah, did I mention that my book is finished? I am writing the preface and making final touches on the intro. And right now, that is oh so sweet and satisfying.
Blessings of the Waxing Moon as we turn toward Beltane’s Eve.
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Submitted by katrina on Mon, 04/27/2009 - 9:54pm.
I am a brilliant and prolific writer.
I am a brilliant and prolific writer.
I am a brilliant and prolific writer.
I am a brilliant and prolific writer.
I am a brilliant and prolific writer.
... ugh!
We have begin our collective journey into The Artist's Way at Reflections. For the last three years, I have assigned a book for us to read together. This year we will spend two weeks on each chapter and seek ways to integrate the work within our ongoing practices. I originally read this book for the first time almost ten years ago
So this morning, I began with the first of the exercises. I wrote about how brilliant and prolific I was as a writer. Omigod! You would have thought I was claiming rights to the Nobel prize in physics! The "shadow artist" as Cameron calls the Censor, raised her head up and began reciting so much claptrap. She could not get any traction with the quality of my writing ability so she went for the jugular on prolific.
If you are so f@king prolific, how come your blogs are so few and far between? And how come you haven't finished that crappy book you go on and on about?
At first I simply answered back with evidence of my recent blog writing. But then something hit me. The reason I am stalled on my book has nothing to do with whether I am brilliant or prolific. I am stalled because I burned out writing my book without taking time to feed my inner artist.
My problem is not quality or quantity. My problem is I do not nurture my artist self.
So I stopped explaining or defending myself. I instead crafted a response that affirmed exactly what I need.
I am allowed to nurture my artist!
I am allowed to nurture my artist!
I am allowed to nurture my artist!
I am allowed to nurture my artist!
I am allowed to nurture my artist!
.... yeah!
And that made all the difference in the world.
Because ... I am a brilliant and prolific writer ... who takes the time to nurture her gifts.
Ashe!
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Submitted by katrina on Tue, 02/05/2008 - 2:45pm.
I have great news. My first book of poetry, Dark Beauty: Poems at the Heart of the Darkness is now avaialble .
As I get down to the wire on my current book project, I took a little time out to get Dark Beauty out the door. I began selling it at this past weekend's Between the Worlds conference.
I am very excited about this collection. It contains 23 poems that are centered around an intense love affair that lasted less than four months. It contains some of my rawest work from an emotional standpoint and I sometimes think that is the reason it took me so long to publish it.
I hope others can appreciate the beauty of my darkest poetry, because even after all these years, it still speaks to me.
love and best wishes,
Katrina
Buy via lulu.com
OR via Amazon.
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Submitted by katrina on Mon, 11/12/2007 - 9:26pm.
Greetiongs, Katrina!
I am so glad to hear that you are well and on the way to mending! May your recovery be thorough and swift. May you enjoy it as *down* time from your busy life. May it be filled with gentle good times and loving friends and students at your side. And enough alone time to keep your throught straight!
Much love and many blessings,
SophiaHeath
sweet! :-)
You are usually able to annunciate what I do not have words for. Thank you!
Much love,
-Eridanus
INTJ here. I hear what you are saying.
"what is remembered, lives". It was with sadness that I read of Wilma Mankiller's passing. She won't be forgotten.
"...Weaver, Weaver weave this thread, whole and strong into your web...Healer, Healer, heal our pain...In love may she return again..."