A Woman’s Intuition

 

Head heart
head gut
head tail
connection

Monkey bones
before we were bipedal
women
standing

Head heart
head gut
head tail
connection

Feet rooted,
arms open
women
standing

Wednesday, June 7, 2017


Writing Process

In the spring of 2017, I was finishing out a dance workshop. In the final session of the workshop, each person was invited to share a creation that emerged over the course of the five months. I’ve always been inspired by a performance I saw in college – a dance performed to a reading of Andrew Zawacki’s poem Georgia from his book Petals of Zero, Petals of One. So, for my final presentation, I wanted to write a poem and choreograph a short dance to pair with it. One of the themes we’d talked about was dancing from the heart vs. the head vs. the gut, and what it looked like to create movement from those three different places. It really resonated with me, and that’s where I got the inspiration for A Woman’s Intuition.

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Lost and Found

 

Love yourself open,
like outstretched arms
waiting to embrace.

Catch love
like a syndrome
you can’t shake.

Change the course
of your life
with two lanes.

Lose yourself
in love. Sometimes
wonder where you went.

Find yourself
in outstretched arms
waiting to embrace.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016


Writing Process

The piece of writing I wanted to share this week isn’t technically from 2017 or even the past year, but it’s a piece that feels very relevant. On October 1st, my husband and I are celebrating our one-year wedding anniversary. Last year, we had an extremely intimate and private ceremony in upstate New York, near where we’d gotten engaged the year prior. As a gift to our wedding guests, I composed and printed a book of eight love poems, one from each of the years we’d been together. Lost and Found is the final poem in the book. The last two stanzas really take me back to the place and time when I wrote this poem in 2016. I think almost any person who’s about to embark in a new relationship or marriage has fears of losing themself. But, when you’ve chosen to love someone and build a life with them, you come to realize that right there, with them, is where you go to find yourself.

Putting together this book was a big step for me as a writer for a number of reasons. First, it required me to revisit writing dating back to 2009 with more perspective and an objective eye. I had to be my own editor and decide whether to leave the words of my 21, 22, 20-something year old self intact or make changes. It also pushed me to put myself out there in a pretty vulnerable way. Until I started publishing some of my creative writing on this blog (just last week!), I’ve only ever shared my creative writing with professors and fellow classmates back in college and a very select few people since then. So, sharing some of my most intimate poems about my relationship with our wedding guests was a huge feat. Finally, even though I didn’t technically publish a book, it was the first time I’d seen my writing in print – in something tangible I could hold – and that was pretty exciting for someone who’s dreamed of (and is still dreaming of) publishing a book some day.

Where Words Go

 

Poignant pairings,
perfect metaphors
obscured

That phrase on the tip of the tongue,
that distant childhood memory
buried

A poem
in dirty dishes,
a character
in a man tying his shoes

Deep in intricate folds
where words go

 

Saturday, February 25, 2017 

 


 

Writing Process

At the beginning of 2017, I was really trying to make an effort to get back to my creative writing. I set aside one day each week to devote to that head space – I felt it wouldn’t be as effective to devote say an hour each day and have to switch from a client-writing to a creative-writing mindset. I stuck with it for three months, but like any first of the year, New Year’s Resolution-type promise to yourself, the commitment faded. And, here I am now! Back in that same place! Putting my creative writing cap on again, and trying to shift my brain into that mode of thinking.

In my Creative Habit series, I’ve written about creativity as a muscle – like any muscle, you have to use it or you lose it. When I wrote Where Words Go, I was grappling with pretty typical creative barriers – comparing my current ability to creatively write to the past, judging every “poignant pairing” of words I wrote, and even doubting if I can still call myself a creative writer. Where Words Go felt like the perfect (first ever) poem to share because it pretty accurately reflects where I’m at as a creative writer right now – questioning everything and desperately wanting to dig “deep in intricate folds” to resurrect those words that live in me.

The Next Chapter

This is where it all started. Before I left my job and committed my life and career to my true passion and calling, I launched this blog. It was the first step toward reclaiming my identity as a writer.

As my business grew, my attention here dwindled. For the past three years, I put my clients first. And last fall, I stopped writing on this blog entirely.

My first five years out of college were filled with a series of big transitions – moves across the country to new cities, numerous career changes, getting engaged and married. My life was in constant flux, and I rarely felt grounded in anything.

This year is the first time since I left my home state of Georgia back in 2011 that I finally feel like I’ve planted my roots. I’ve established a home in New York City, and I’ve focused my time and energy on refining my business.

Today, I’m bidding farewell to ARTicles of Clothing and launching my new brand, Grey Ghost. Now that I’ve taken my content marketing business to the next level, it’s time to return to this important place where my journey as a professional writer began.

I’m passionate about my work as a content marketer. I love connecting with people, becoming immersed in their businesses and their industries, and showing them how to use language to create a voice for their brands and to build lasting connections in the digital space.

But in my heart, I’m a creative writer, a poet, and a storyteller. My ultimate desire is to publish a book of fiction, to be an author, to share my words, my creative potential, my narrative.

My new focus is on the next chapter of this blog and moving towards that goal, starting with a collection of what I’ve been writing over the past year.

Creative Habit: Honor the Process

I started this series in August 2015 on the founding principles of Twyla Tharp’s book The Creative Habit.

            “The routine is as much a part of the creative process as the lightning bolt of inspiration, maybe more.”

I fully believe that creativity is not just something you simply wait around for, hoping it will come. It’s not something that strikes you out of thin air. It’s not a stroke of magic. Creativity is something you work for, tirelessly, day in and day out. But in this belief, I fear I’ve lost track of the fact that the routine is not a part of creativity itself but a part of the creative process.

Creativity has been and always will be a process. In today’s world – a world that’s obsessed with results and a world that tells you only have value and worth when you’re producing creative output – it’s no wonder that creatives are losing sight of the beauty and possibility and joy in the process.

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For about six months now, I’ve been cultivating something – I’ve been deep in the creative process. In the spring, my objective was to achieve the end product by this fall. In the summer, my goal shifted, and I set out to complete the process by the end of the year. Now, it’s mid-October, and I can clearly see and feel – I know – the process isn’t over yet.

No, I’m not waiting for a lightning bolt of inspiration. I’m simply honoring the creative process and allowing myself to be present in the somewhat uncomfortable flux that comes before you reach that pivotal moment when you release a creative project into the world.

You can make a creative routine. You can practice creativity every day. You can work on your craft every spare moment. You can explore other creative mediums and fill yourself with creative inspiration whenever possible. But you can’t force the creative process, nor should you. In fact, you should savor it, linger in it, and enjoy it.

This month, challenge yourself to honor your creative process. Slow down. Appreciate the journey. Stop measuring yourself and pressuring yourself. Don’t just sit and wait for creativity to fall into your lap, but don’t rush your creative process.