The Marvelous Women

I couldn’t resist posting this amazing poem for you. I found The Marvelous Women by Mohja Kahf  in this week’s horoscope from FreeWill Astrology. May the fires of July’s blazing imagination and creativity be unleashed in your heart! Continue reading “The Marvelous Women”

Summer Camp 2019!

Once again Carrie is inviting us to make art at her lovely riverside retreat!

She is offering supplies & instruction to make collage cards (examples below). But you can also bring your own supplies and follow your muse.  (And of course, that muse may be saying: “write! write!”)

Get in touch with Carrie for details: carrie@carriestaples.com

 

Special Guest Writer for May Meeting

Maria Leonard Olsen will be a special guest at the Accokeek Women’s Writing Group‘s monthly meeting. The talk and reading are free and open to the public.

WHEN:  May 13, 2019 at 1:15pm

WHERE:  Accokeek Branch Library, 15773 Livingston Rd, Accokeek, MD in the conference room.

Maria is an attorney, a cohost of DC’s “Inside Out” radio show on WPFW fm 89.3, a women’s writing and empowerment-retreat leader and diversity speaker, and a woman who turned fifty expecting to find life less satisfying. But while her children didn’t need her as acutely and many of her other relationships had also changed, by setting out to accomplish fifty specific things, she discovered that the key to a meaningful life was still within her power.

screenshot2018-06-30at9.34.38amFifty Goals

Her chosen goals ranged from physical challenges and travel to lifestyle changes, and the project revitalized her life. As she recounts how she selected and pursued her fifty activities, readers will be inspired to choose their own set of objectives for the next stage of life.

Maria Leonard Olsen’s books will be available for purchase.

 

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Original Poem: Little Girl

Little Girl

Little girl, go deep into your mind
it is amazing what you might find

Dreams left behind
words of encouragement
you can not find

Dreams going unfulfilled
energy draining beyond your give

Little girl, there will be struggles
some created by you

But let not your seeds of trouble
be from problems you grew

Your struggles do not have to be
always

The strong backs of your ancestors
created brighter  days

Your cup of  life
goes beyond you

And the spilled drops from
your cup is refillable too

Little girl, go fetch the  treasures of
your hidden pearls

And  make a difference in this
world.

   

  Author:   Patricia Crews

Special Event: Dinner & a Show!

The Maker of Zoe
Dinner & a Show at MCC-DC, 5/17 & 18, 2019

Clara is in a Play!

AWWG writer Clara has invited us to The Maker of Zoe, a play in which Clara has a small part. Plus, the event includes a delicious Italian dinner!

This is a fund-raiser for her church, the Metropolitan Community Church of DC. Discount pricing available until April 30.    Send Clara an email to order tickets through her, or see the link below.

Friday May 17th
Saturday, May 18th

Metropolitan Community Church of Washington
474 Ridge Street NW,
Washington, DC

Tickets Online:

http://mccdc.com/mccdc-fund-raising-events/

Tickets are Available Online!

 

Valentines from Writers

After our exercise in Monday’s meeting touched so many heart strings I thought you would appreciate and be inspired by these amazing quotes. I’ve linked each writer’s name in case you want to learn more about them.

They appeared this week in Rob Brezny ‘s marvelous Free Will Astrology weekly newsletter. I encourage you to subscribe for a weekly dose of crazy wisdom, even if you don’t believe we’re steered by the stars. 

 

“I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.”

—Elizabeth Barrett Browning


“Love imperfectly. Be a love idiot. Let yourself forget any love ideal.”

Sark


“You are my inspiration and my folly. You are my light across the sea, my million nameless joys, and my day’s wage. You are my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my transfiguration and purification. You are my rapscallionly fellow vagabond, my tempter and star. I want you.”

George Bernard Shaw


“I love you between shadow and soul. I love you as the plant that hasn’t bloomed yet, and carries hidden within itself the light of flowers. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. Because of you, the dense fragrance that rises from the earth lives in my body, rioting with hunger for the eternity of our victorious kisses.”

—Pablo Neruda


“Be my ruckus, my perfect non-sequitur. Be my circuit-breaker, my lengthening shadows at dusk, my nest of pine needles, my second-story window. Be my if-you-stare-long-enough-you’ll-see. Be my subatomic particle. Be my backbeat, my key of C minor, my surly apostle, my scandalous reparté, my maximum payload. Be my simmering, seething, flickering, radiating, shimmering, and undulating.”

Andrew Varnon


“Love is the only game where two can play and both win.”

—Erma Freesman.


When I think of you,
fireflies in the marsh rise
like the soul’s jewels,
lost to eternal longing,
abandoning my body

Izumi Shikibu


“Love is a great beautifier.”

Louisa May Alcott


Fall in love over and over again every day. Love your family, your neighbors, your enemies, and yourself. And don’t stop with humans. Love animals, plants, stones, even galaxies.

Mary Ann and Frederic Brussat


“The air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy. The merest whisper of your name awakes in me a shuddering sixth sense. I am longing for a kiss that makes time stand still.”

—a blend of words from Edgar Allan Poe, Pamela Moore, and John Keats


“We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.”

Rumi


“I love you more than it’s possible to love anyone. I love you more than love itself. I love you more than you love yourself. I love you more than God loves you. I love you more than anyone has ever loved anyone in the history of the universe. In fact, I love you more than I love you.”

Rob Brezny


“For a relationship to stay alive, love alone is not enough. Without imagination, love stales into sentiment, duty, boredom. Relationships fail not because we have stopped loving but because we first stopped imagining.”

James Hillman


“Our love is like a well in the wilderness where time watches over the wandering lightning. Our sleep is a secret tunnel that leads to the scent of apples carried on the wind. When I hold you, I hold everything that is–swans, volcanoes, river rocks, maple trees drinking the fragrance of the moon, bread that the fire adores. In your life I see everything that lives.”

Pablo Neruda


“Your body needs to be held and to hold, to be touched and to touch. None of these needs is to be despised, denied, or repressed. But you have to keep searching for your body’s deeper need, the need for genuine love. Every time you are able to go beyond the body’s superficial desires for love, you are bringing your body home and moving toward integration and unity.”

Henri Nouwen


“Let’s heat up the night to a boil. Let’s cook every drop of liquid out of our flesh till we sizzle, not a drop of come left. We are pots on too high a flame. Our insides char and flake dark like sinister snow idling down. We breathe out smoke. We die out and sleep covers us in ashes. We lie without dreaming, empty as clean grates. Yet we wake rebuilt, clattering and hungry as waterfalls leaping off, rushing into the day, roaring our bright intentions. It is the old riddle in the Yiddish song, what can burn and not burn up, a passion that gives birth to itself every day.”

Marge Piercy

Poems from Ursula K. LeGuin

Thanks to Carrie for sharing this amazing poem in our January meeting, 1/28/19.

How It Seems To Me

In the vast abyss before time, self
is not, and soul commingles
with mist, and rock, and light. In time,
soul brings the misty self to be.
Then slow time hardens self to stone
while ever lightening the soul,
till soul can loose its hold of self
and both are free and can return
to vastness and dissolve in light,
the long light after time.

 A few links to more LeGuin verse

From her own website

Three new poems from Ursula LeGuin

from Poets.org

What’s next for the Accokeek Women’s Writing Group?

IMG_5543Exciting changes for our local gathering of dedicated writers! We’re moving to a more collective structure, sharing more retreats, and continuing to build a diverse, passionate and supportive community!

The biggest shift is that we are sharing facilitation! Instead of one person running every meeting, each of us is stepping up to share our skills and passions, and lead the group.

We’ve put a new folder with instructions for leading a meeting, and sign up sheet for leaders, readers and mailing list. So if you want to step up, we’ve made it easy!

The best thing about this change is that each leader offers her strengths and passions, and we’re all learning so much in the process.

lsIf you haven’t joined us at the Accokeek Library, every second Monday of the month, from 1:15 to 3:15, come along! If you’re already a member, sign up to lead and read, and enjoy the new AWWG!

 

 

OUR EDITING PROMPT FOR THE MAY 8 MEETING

READY TO PLAY? FOR THIS WEEK, as guest facilitator, I CREATED AN EDITING GAME I CALL “BAD WRITING BEGONE!”

Choose one to revise. Each paragraph begins with an inspirational quote from a writer who knows his or her stuff! Revise the paragraph to make it better, based on the quote and the instruction above. Be creative — play — do your thang!

MAKE IT SCARY: “Bad writing is more than a matter of shit syntax and faulty observation; bad writing usually arises from a stubborn refusal to tell stories about what people actually do― to face the fact, let us say, that murderers sometimes help old ladies cross the street.”
Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

She looked out the window again. There was her neighbor, being weird again. He left a trail of thick liquid as he dragged the garbage bag out to the bin by the road. He looked around before he made a phone call from his cell, and went back into the house.

 MAKE IT FEEL REAL: “True mysticism should not be confused with incompetence in writing which seeks to mystify where there is no mystery but is really only the necessity to fake to cover lack of knowledge or the inability to state clearly. Mysticism implies a mystery and there are many mysteries; but incompetence is not one of them; nor is overwritten journalism made literature by the injection of a false epic quality. Remember this too: all bad writers are in love with the epic.”
Ernest Hemingway, Death in the Afternoon

The afternoon expanded like a drumbeat with fever heat and the rising, rippling waves of mirage-quality distortion that filled the air a few feet above the simmering tarmac. The birds refused to sing; the dogs lay as if dead on porches that offered no shelter from summer. Neighbors peered from frosted windows into the knife-sharp brightness, their air conditioners shrieking with overwork. Indeed, global warming felt as close as an unwelcome lover today.

FIX THE STORY “If a story is no good, being based on Hamlet won’t save it.”
Thomas C. Foster, How to Read Literature Like a Professor: A Lively and Entertaining Guide to Reading Between the Lines

He looked at Dessie and sighed. She was crying and pleading for his love. He hoped she wouldn’t really go drown herself, but what could he do? Life was hard for him, too! He had other things he had to take care of. He had to save the company from his wicked uncle! Really, he was doing it to protect her, anyway! His uncle was so mean! He had to avenge his father’s death before he could get married! There was just too much pressure! She would have to understand!

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