Introduction to the 100 Day Memoir Journey with Art: Why does my story need to be told? I don’t really know, but I’m doing it anyway! I think it is because of death...
Thank you for being an inspiration! I’ve been wanting to write a memoir for many years- just for me- thanks for the permission slip! Can’t wait to listen and can’t wait to write beside you for 100 days! 💖
Exquisitely beautiful and thought provoking as ever. I so look forward to following along and hearing both the unveiling of your story in podcast form as well as reading your printed pages. Thank you for the sharing of your glorious wisdom and revealing your personal heartaches and vulnerabilities. It is such a gift and hopefully your words will inspire many who are ready to unearth and share their own stories to look into the treasures, traumas and traditions of their own lives. Love to you and Jonathan always.
Over the past 13 years, I’ve heard bits and pieces of your life. I am so excited to fit those into a bigger context, and I am honored to be witness to this unfolding that you are sharing with us.
I believe your story matters because the written word has saved my life, and the health of my mind. The written word seems to be like a wave maybe in the ocean or in the cosmos and something mysterious keeps it waving along or not, like a star. What decides when it’s time for the life of a star to complete, and where does its energy go? And why are we able to see it long after it is gone. The written word is somehow maybe like that. I just know that often when I felt completely alone and lost my mind, the written word would arrive from that invisible dimension in front of my eyes with an answer, or direction, or revelation that would catapult me onward to do the day. What is also wondrous to me is the word may have come from pen or charcoal or stone a thousand years ago, or 100, or yesterday, how is it that the particular word I needed to read is there in front of me, saving me. I suppose I must have called it to come forth, but I have no idea how, I just know this is how it happens for me, the reader. Today, a podcast listener, a strange word “podcast”. So, thank you.
Loving listening to your memoir! I have wanted to write my mother’s life story intertwined with my own for many years. I have 2 boxes full of letters my mother wrote to her sisters in Finland from her 50 years in Australia. I wrote the first chapter about 13 years ago. And that was it! I’m hoping your memoir will inspire me to one day continue with my mother’s and mine.
Thank you for being an inspiration! I’ve been wanting to write a memoir for many years- just for me- thanks for the permission slip! Can’t wait to listen and can’t wait to write beside you for 100 days! 💖
Exquisitely beautiful and thought provoking as ever. I so look forward to following along and hearing both the unveiling of your story in podcast form as well as reading your printed pages. Thank you for the sharing of your glorious wisdom and revealing your personal heartaches and vulnerabilities. It is such a gift and hopefully your words will inspire many who are ready to unearth and share their own stories to look into the treasures, traumas and traditions of their own lives. Love to you and Jonathan always.
awwww thank you for your sharing. LOVE flowing to you as well.
Over the past 13 years, I’ve heard bits and pieces of your life. I am so excited to fit those into a bigger context, and I am honored to be witness to this unfolding that you are sharing with us.
Thank you so much Kelly - yes that larger context is coming into view as the story unfolds one day at a time
Love that family motto. ❤️
“Reveal ourselves to ourselves,” our life’s work.
I believe your story matters because the written word has saved my life, and the health of my mind. The written word seems to be like a wave maybe in the ocean or in the cosmos and something mysterious keeps it waving along or not, like a star. What decides when it’s time for the life of a star to complete, and where does its energy go? And why are we able to see it long after it is gone. The written word is somehow maybe like that. I just know that often when I felt completely alone and lost my mind, the written word would arrive from that invisible dimension in front of my eyes with an answer, or direction, or revelation that would catapult me onward to do the day. What is also wondrous to me is the word may have come from pen or charcoal or stone a thousand years ago, or 100, or yesterday, how is it that the particular word I needed to read is there in front of me, saving me. I suppose I must have called it to come forth, but I have no idea how, I just know this is how it happens for me, the reader. Today, a podcast listener, a strange word “podcast”. So, thank you.
Loving listening to your memoir! I have wanted to write my mother’s life story intertwined with my own for many years. I have 2 boxes full of letters my mother wrote to her sisters in Finland from her 50 years in Australia. I wrote the first chapter about 13 years ago. And that was it! I’m hoping your memoir will inspire me to one day continue with my mother’s and mine.
OH I was just wishing for actual letters - just those alone would be sublime....join me!