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Tuesday, 27 February 2007

Moon wRite™ Newsletter March 5th 2007

Thoughts and Reflections from Moon wRites™
Creative Writing Class February 1st 2007


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Next Moon wRites Class is on Monday 5th March 2007 7.00pm – 9.00pm


Dear Moon wRiters

I do see that the more I write, the easier and more joyous a labour it becomes.”-Bell Hooks


Moon wRites Writing Muse Class Notes From Moon wRites February 2007
From Start To Finish


The only thing harder than writing is starting to write, Susan Shaughnessy tells us in her book, Walking On Alligators – A book of meditations for writer.

Many writers struggle with how to get started and the blank page can be intimidating. Over the years Moon wRites has introduced the idea of writing prompts to help writers warm up and get started. Whilst constantly reminding the writer that the only way to get pass your resistance as a writer is to write.

Once we have gotten started and are able to generate writing material many of us easily fall prey to the next hurdle. We lose steam when it comes to following a piece of writing through from start to finish.When writers share their personal struggles with writing and techniques they use to write they offer valuable insights into the ways in which they manage many of the writing challenges we also face within our writing practice.

One technique that I have found useful over the years and one which I am currently using to rework a proposal which was rejected by several publishers is Anne Lamott’s idea of writing on Index cards taken from her hilarious and excellent insight into the writing life, Bird by Bird – Some instructions on writing and life. Recently I returned to the practice of Anne Lamott’s suggestion of writing on Index cards and have found myself producing lots of writing and getting to the point of what I have to say.

Below I share some of Lamott’s ideas and then extend these and share how you can use writing on Index cards to work a piece of writing from start to finish.Here’s an extract from Bird To Bird by Anne Lamott writing about how she uses Index cards:“ I have index cards and pens all over the house – by the bed, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, by the phones and I have them all over the glove compartments of my car. I carry one with me in my back pocket when I take my dog for a walk.

In fact, I carry it folded lengthwise, if you need to know, so that , God forbid, I won’t look too bulky…. So whenever I am leaving the house without my purse – in which there are actual notepads, let alone index cards – I fold an index card lengthwise in half, stick it in my back pocket along with a pen, and head out, knowing that if I have an idea, or see something lovely, or strange or for any reason worth remembering. I will be able to jot down a couple of words to remind me of it.

Sometimes, if I overhear or think of an exact line or dialogue or a transition, I write it down verbatim. I stick the card back in my pocket. I might be walking along the salt marsh, or out at Phoenix Lake, or in the express line at Safeway, and suddenly I hear something wonderful that makes me want to smile or snap my fingers – as if it has just come back to me – and I take out my index card and scribble it down.”
- Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird, p133-134

Start To Finish Index Card Technique.For use individually, with a writing buddy or in a writing group. Just adapt as necessary.You will require 3 blank Index Cards for this practice

Step 1
Each Index card should generate around 250-350 words.
On the first Index card:
The theme of our February writing class was ‘love.’ We used the theme of love for our writing prompt, which is shared below. Use if you need a writing topic for the exercise.
Describe a moment of love, an experience, a past memory, an observation, a fictional account, could be to do with a partner, ex love, a child, a parent, a friend or a stranger.
Write about the moment on both sides of the Index card if you can.


Step 2
Re-look at your first index card draft and ask yourself the following questions:What can be added? Always bring to mind the senses, visual images, smells, sounds, touch and feelings. Ask yourself how have I captured the senses in my first draft? What is missing from the piece? What can I expand on? What did I fail to include? What can I let go of from the first piece?If working with a buddy or in a writing group share what you have written and ask for feedback.


Step 3
Re-write your first draft on a new index card Number 2


Step 4
Re-read again and ask yourself the following questions:What sentences, words images stand out? What might your readers want more of from the piece?
What might your readers want less of?
How are you left feeling after what you have read your second draft?

Take a few minutes to note down your responses or feedback from buddy or writing group members.
What will your third draft look like, sound like, feel like?


Step 5
Write your third and final draft on Index card no 3. How about leaving your writing for a day or two and then return and repeat the process again. Musing Thoughts. Congratulations you have successfully navigated your way through the process of starting a piece of writing, editing it twice and bringing in it to a self appointed finishing line.

You should now be in possession of a piece of writing that in a short space of time is much further down the line than when you originally started. It’s a good idea to follow the steps through in one sitting. Of course this does no mean that the writing is now complete but it has gone through several process of refining since the first raw draft.

And of course you can keep repeating the process over and over again. You might after following through the steps once take the same exercise and transfer it to the page but use the same process to work through the piece.

As much as writing is an art born of our passions and heartfelt concerns it is also a craft.
Possessing the skills and the know how of a craft assumes that we are willing to learn, make mistakes and be willing to try over and over again until we get it right. We must be willing to repeat actions, refine, take away and add to in order for us to become Masters of our craft.


The editing process is a vital part of the writing life. We need our passion, which in reference to our bodies I liken to the heart just as much as we need the editing which I visualise as the lungs.
Recently using Anne Lamott’s suggestion of writing on index cards I began re-working an old book proposal.

Most mornings I wake up and write the Message from the Muse, complete on two sides of an index card. It is a great sense of completion being able to contain what I have to say to the two sides of an index card. It has pushed me to get to the point, and to structure my words to say what I mean.

I realised that writing in this way energises me. I love the immediacy of writing on index cards, their accessibility and the fact that I can whip them out anywhere and write gets me really excited.

I love that I can see what I am working on and take it through an editing process quite quickly. My logical brain loves the fact that I know roughly how many words I am generating (between 250 –300 words) and the right brain loves working with the left brain to come up with creative ways to say what I mean in a small space.

I have successfully transferred this technique to support me in writing the Parenting page on the LBC radio website - http.www.lbc.co.uk Have a go at practising with writing on index cards and see what you think.

Anybody can write, a writer knows how to re-write.
- Brian Bouldrey, The Autobiography Box

Moon wRites is on Monday 5th March 2007 at 7pm
Full Moon is on Saturday 3rd March 2007 at 23.18am

Lunation Ash Moon – The Moon of Waters. This Moon explores the realms of feelings. Also known as Seed Moon, Chaste Moon and Lizard Moon.This is Moon of waters connected with love.

All cultures have a Moon Goddess. She governs the tides, water, the emotions and the menstrual cycle. Moon Goddesses include Metra, Hina, Lunnat, Selene, Artemis, Hecate.Colour - Cherry PinkScents - Jasmine, Neroli, Bergamot and Rose Otto.

Number - 3 Seasonal Celebration Lunar Eclipse on March 3rd This is the day of the Full Moon when the Moon is hidden for some time because the Earth is exactly between her and the Sun. This is a great time to release any past conditioning or negativity, which is no longer working with you as during this period the past is eclipsed by the present.

March 8th is International Women’s Day
Who are the women in your lifeline, those women who have walked before you? This is a day for us to consciously remember these women. Hold a women’s gathering in your home during International Women’s week to celebrate each other’s lives. Give each other special treats, foot spa’s, hand massages or bring food to share. Think creatively about what you might want to do to make your gathering of women a celebration and acknowledgment of our lives and those who have gone before us.

March 18th is Mothering Sunday (UK)
March 18th is the specially assigned day where we celebrate and acknowledge Mothers throughout the UK. My own Mother gets grumpy if she doesn’t receive either a card or a telephone call from each of her six children on the 18th even though in Barbados where she now lives it is celebrated later on in the year.

Are you a Mother? How would you like to be treated this Mother’s day? How would you like to spend your day? What would be a meaningful way of spending your day? Plan your day ahead of schedule. Ask for what you want. If you’re not a Mother treat and appreciate the part of you that energetically is a Mother. Tell her the things a loving Mother would tell you.

As we reach adulthood where we were not perfectly Mothered we are called to become Mothers to ourselves. Finally is there a Mother in your circle whose child is still a baby or toddler or whose adult children have flown the nest. How could you add something special or meaningful to her day?

March 21st is the Spring Equinox
Today there is balance between dark and light. Spring is the time of earthly regeneration, of birth and rebirth, emergence, expansion and the drive to put in place the Visions we have been dreaming of during the winter season.

Spring Equinox welcomes the Spring Maiden. Referring to the Matrix this is the time of the Maiden, the young woman. Honour the spirit of the young women around you and the spirit of the young woman inside of you.

We welcome the energy of Ostara, a time of fertility and sacred balance between night and day. It is a time of celebration as the light tips the balance and overtakes night, lengthens the days and brings anticipation of the return to the growing time. Ostara begins the process when stored energy is brought forth into fruition.Herbs are planted, houses and lands cleared and spring cleaning takes place. This is a time of new beginnings and possibilities. Ostara is a time of deep gratitude.

Our Writing Theme For March’s Moon wRites is ‘Mothers and Daughters.’

When This Month’s Moon wRites class is on Monday 5th March 2007 (7.00pm – 9.00pm)
Full Moon is on Saturday 3rd March 2007 (Lunar Eclipse)

New Moon is on Monday 19th March 2007
Next Moon wRites class is on Monday April 2nd 2007
Full Moon is on Monday April 2nd 2007 (Lunar Eclipse)

Where To Find Us
The classes are based at Streatham Friends Meeting House, Redlands Way, Roupell Park Estate, SW2, 3LU. Class Fee - £20 per workshops. Concessions £10.

Travel Directions

The most direct route is via Brixton. Come out of the station and turn left. Take a bus no 159, 109, 333, 59, 45 or 118 from the bus stops outside Woolworth’s and Barclays bank.

The buses head up Brixton Hill.

Press the bell for the sixth bus stop, which is a request stop. When you get off the bus turn right in front of the bus stop and follow the path into the estate.

Follow the path to the right and this will lead you straight to Friends House.
Please call me for directions on 07961 431 090 if you cannot locate us.

Moon wRiterly

Yours,Jackee

Monday, 19 February 2007

Moon wRites January 2007

January 2007 e-class

Begin somewhere: You cannot build a reputation on what you intend to do.- Liz Smith

In our e-class for January 2007 We will:

Engage in a 20 minute writing Practice using the theme of ‘Beginning’s’
Define our writing goals for 2007
Explore the challenges and solutions to setting up and maintaining a writing practice
Make a start on clearing your writing clutter


SESSION 1
Opening Practice
10 minutes

It is custom at the beginning of each Moon wRites class to begin with a writing/creative practice or a ritual to centre and ground ourselves for the next two hours.

Our opening practice for our January e-class invites you to spend 7 minutes in silence at the start of your e-class. Use the time to go within, allow the silence to slowly dissolve away some of the charge and debris from your day. Don’t resist your racing thoughts. It’s ok. The seven minutes will allow your mind to settle in its own graceful and organic way. After seven minute you may begin.

SESSION 2
Writing Practice
20 minutes

Our writing practice comes right at the start of our e-class so that you can get to the writing very quickly. In class because we are physically together for two hours there is more room because of the structure to get stuck into a longer writing practice a bit later on in the programme. Our writing practice at the start of our e-class focuses on the theme of ‘Beginning’. ‘There’s a difference between a work’s beginning and starting to work,’ writes Twyla Tharp in her book, The Creative Habit. For 20 minutes write about Beginnings: Use any of the following prompts to get you startedJourneys you have began.

The beginning of a new relationship General thoughts and feelings about Beginning’sMake up a story about an unusual beginning to a New YearStarting a new jobWrite a description for a non driver the early stages of learning to drive Start the beginnings of a short story, poem or essayBegin a conversation between two strangersWrite about the beginning of the New

Moon Begin to write about anything, anything at all.If you feel blocked write down I don’t know what I want to write about beginnings. Repeat the sentence over and over again until something comesRead back through your writing and make a note of sentences, themes and phrases that stand out. Doesn’t matter if there is only one theme that strikes you, make a note of it. We will return to these notes in our closing writing practice.‘The birth of all things are weak and tender, and therefore we should have our eyes intent on beginning.’

SESSION 3
Putting Your Writing Goals Down On The Page
30 minutes.

At the end of Decembers Moon wRites class we spent some time talking through a writing goal we wanted to work on in the New year. Through our discussions we made our goals specific, practical and doable. We broke them down into manageable steps and agreed our level of commitment to making the goal happen. After class a few of us stood chatting and laughing as we packed away.

In our goodbyes I mentioned a very generous offer I had received last year from writer Elizabeth Lesser to be her guest at the Omega Institute in New York (www.eomega.org). Encouraged by our conversation I decided to email her again to see if I could make this happen. I desperately needed to take time out from my schedule here in London to write and replenish my creative self in 2007.

Two days later I found myself sending an email to Elizabeth. I received the following prompt response:‘ Hi Jackee,Good to hear from you. Omega runs its programs May-October on our campus in upstate NY. It is a beautiful place, with about 300 paid participants on campus (and 200 staff) at all times taking workshops. One of our buildings is called the Sanctuary, a place where we hold meditation twice a day, and offer silence to anyone at all other times of day.

Above the Sanctuary is what we call the Hermitage, a beautiful little house with a bedroom, a study, a kitchen, bathroom, and living room. We offer teachers and writers and artists the chance to be at the Hermitage as our guest for a week or two, in exchange for teaching or speaking to our staff (about 200 young college people and other people of all ages in transition so that they have the summer off and can work at Omega) once or twice during that time.

The rest of the time you are free to work on your writing, or be in nature, swim at the lake, take long walks, eat in our wonderful dining hall, and be in an exciting community. If this sounds interesting to you, let me know. I will put you in touch with our Hermitage director and he can work out dates.Love, ElizabethWonder and magic reside side by side in a world full of violence and pain. We have such awesome powers to manifest what we desire and we have such awesome power to self-sabotage.

It is so easy to invest so much of our time and energy and misdirect it into self- sabotage rather than in manifestation. On the other side of self-sabotage lies possibilities (the field of plenty).What will you invest in manifesting this year in your writing life?Why write your writing goals down?Tonight is the evening of the New’s Year’s first Full Moon. It’s an ideal time to start off new projects and an ideal date, to kick start your writing projects and goals.

At our New Years party at home two days ago after we had witnessed in the New Year I invited each of our guests into the library room. On the large table sat a pack of hand painted cards by moi and a pack of envelopes which they self addressed. I explained to each person that they could select as many cards as they wished to make a list of their goals and intentions for 2007 and then pop these into the self addressed envelope, which I would mail to everyone by the 28th January 2007.

Everyone took to the writing with such enthusiasm. With room for four at a time around the table our guests admired the cards, said what a great idea this was, and took several cards to write down their intentions for the coming year. The next day I replayed the ritual to my daughter Aida who had celebrated New Year out with her friends and had missed all the fun back at home. After hearing what we did she said, ‘ But I never write my goals down and they happen.

So what’s the point of writing them down?’ Good question I thought even though my response at first was quite woolly. But over the day I hashed over in my mind the further benefits for writing down our goals and came up with the following that I would like to offer you.

1) Writing down your goals sends signal’s out to your subconscious to get to work on helping you realise your goals as practical possibilities. When you stop writing your subconscious continues processing your words. It carries on working behind the scenes on your behalf. By the end of this year when you look back you may not have achieved everything on your list but I bet you at the end of the year you will be closer to at least one or two things on that list.

2) I noticed that as our guest sat down writing they were taking themselves seriously. There was compassionate respect for themselves as they pondered on what they wanted to work on and achieve throughout the coming year. Treating our writing selves with respect and aware attention and focus can be a remarkable motivator in realising our writing goals and making them happen.

3) Writing down your goals is in effect the first step to making a map, a blue print for your writing life for the next 362 days. You are providing details to the subconscious about where you want to go. Next step after writing down your goals is to work how you are gong to get there.

4) Many ideas are great but they simply stay in our heads. Writing down your goals can be the first step in making it concrete and giving it a practical form. Most of us need to make our goals concrete and practical in order for us to get moving on making them happen.Reflecting throughout the day I thought about how much more Aida might have achieved had she written down her goals.

I wondered if in her strategy of not thinking about her goals too much she defended herself from being disappointed, just in case they didn’t happen. And whether the other side of this meant that she denied herself going for things she really, really wanted simply because the disappointment would be too great?Following up our conversation latter in the day I shared the following piece of research that I know would help her rational mind gain clarity and bring validity for her as to the benefits of writing down her goals.

I went back to the most common research often used to reinforce the benefits of writing down goals. In the 1950’s a Yale University study did some research on the results of goal setting.
The results they discovered over a 20 year period were astounding. 20 years later when they investigated the success of the graduates they found that the 3% of graduates with clearly written goals in the 1950’s were worth more in terms of wealth than the other 97% put together.

Set aside 15 minutes and brainstorm a list of your writing goals for 2007
Once you have finished identify the goals that are practical and doable. For example, completing five pages for a personal essay is achievable and within your control. Completing your first Memoir is an aspiration. You have greater personal control over completing the five pages. Make note of where you have the greatest personal control over a goal or whether the goal comes under the category of an aspiration (usually a Big Goal) which means the goal is much more dependent on others than yourself. Make a note of what steps will give you greater control of the goal.

Take out your diary and make appointments with your goal.

Recording your goals as appointments in your diary will help you keep on track.

Take 5 minutes to reflect in writing on this exercise and make note of any observations and insights Insights and Observations

SESSION 4
Setting Up And Maintaining
A Writing Practice
30 minutes

Next step is to create the how of making these writing goals happen. I asked several members of Moon wRites to email me and tell me what difficulties they were having setting up and maintaining a writing practice. As a result of their responses the section of our e-class will focus on setting up and maintaining a writing practice.

First take a few minutes and record in the space below the main challenges you experience with setting up and maintaining a writing practice.

Next write down how you visualise yourself running your writing practice. When will your practice be open? (When will you write?) Where will it be located? (Several locations will be fine. Turning up to a computer can be a real turn off for some writers.

Whist the idea of sitting in a bed, with a pot of tea and notebook is much more appealing) What are your opening hours? How many minutes/hours a week will you be open? How often will you write? What will you be writing about? (What services will your writing practice offer – themes of your writing?)

Now you have a blueprint for your writing practice. What is the quickest and easiest way to get your practice up and running?In the following extract below I reply to a selection of the challenges Moon wRiters identified in setting up and maintaining a writing practice.

As you read through make note of what specific sections relate to you and your practice. The extract is full of examples of solutions and strategies for you to put into practice straight away.

1). What Is A Writing Practice?A writing practice is an active ongoing practice where you turn up to write on a regular, consistent basis. Being regular and consistent can mean as little as twice a week or as much as five, or six times a week. A minimum of at least once a week is advised. The amount of time you spend writing is not of that great importance. The key strength is that you turn up to the practice regularly, even if you don’t feel like it, when you say you will.

2). Get Your Thinking To Its Appointment On The PageMuch of our writing is done off the page. The preparation, the connections, the knitting together happens in our minds. Sometimes I find I am literally bursting with words and need to get to the page. Getting to the page and laying down my thinking is literally the way in which I take my thinking to its appointment.

Many of us have an internal teacher who feels secure and cared for when we make appointments with ourselves to write. Neglected the teacher can become bossy, tyrannical and even punitive in her words and cajoling. The idea of a schedule is really appealing to our writing Muse.

As writer Somerset Maughaun is famously quoted as saying, ‘ I write only when inspiration strikes. Fortunately it strikes every morning at 9 o’clock sharp.’You will be surprised at what gets emptied onto the page regularly when you turn up. Much of it will be words and stories formed in your subconscious and unconscious, ideas and themes that don’t easily reveal themselves to the conscious mind. Now I see myself writing both when I am off the page as much as when I am on it. But in order for my writing practice to be effective I have to bring both together on a regular basis.

3). Write Even When You Don’t Feel Like ItWriting even when you don’t feel like it is a requirement of your practice. The practice happens when you write whether you are in the mood or not. It’s not about the quality or the quantity. All that is important is that the practice happens.A Dr’s surgery opens every day. Not just some days on the whim of how the Dr is feeling. The Dr. practices’ everyday. The practice becomes a habit, second nature, unconscious incompetence.

4). Blocks And Distractions Are Part Of The Process.I am writing this first draft on New Years Eve. It is 4pm on a Saturday. For the last three hours I have distracted myself by going out for breakfast, popping into the post office, buying a pair of boots I thought I must have and then just as I thought I would make it to the library I received a call from my partner requesting my urgent help in carrying out an urgent errand I had not planned into my days schedule.

I finally arrived at the library three hours later than planned. But when I did I knocked out the first draft’s of this e-class and my end of year newsletter. Sitting my bum on the seat and not moving worked. Blocks and distractions are inevitable. Be gentle when you are aware of what is happening. Is there a way in which you can naturally sneak your writing in despite the blocks or distractions putting in an appearance? Habit’s are often foolproof and they happen no matter what.

Blocks show up strong and potent when they get a whiff of you making a commitment, intention or action you are determined to go through with. Smile, you’re on track. The block is trying to stay in employment. Your job is write and see your block off into safe retirement.

5). Can I Work On Different Pieces Of writing At The Same Time?Oh Yes you can. When I had finished working on the e-class and the newsletter I moved straight onto another writing project. I didn’t limit myself to working on just one. Today I am completing this e-class in between writing first drafts for a writing commission due in 10 days time.

Even though there are times when the only way to get an article or piece of writing finished is to make it the priority. But in most cases I allow my Muse to move from one piece of writing to another, side by side. It feels organic. In my experience working in this way is not a distraction. Instead I see it as when I feel I have said enough in one area I simply refresh and stimulate myself by moving onto another.

Many successful authors have abandoned writing one book to go of and complete writing another. This is what happened to Jean Shinoda Bolen when she was writing, Crossing To Avalon,“ I wrote the first draft of this book between December 1986 and April 1987, and then put it away until the beginning of 1990, when I thought I was ready to work on it again…………..Summer came and with it came time to write again, except in June I became enthralled by Richard Wagner’s opera cycle, The Ring of the Nibelung, which I saw as a commentary on patriarchy and dysfunctional relationships.

It took over my creative process as if it were an unplanned pregnancy and instead I wrote Ring Of Power: The Abandoned Child, The Authoritarian Father, and the Disempowered Feminine which was published in 1992.”Writer Louisa DeSalvo reminds us in her book, Writing As A Way Of Healing, that, ’ Stephen King works on one book in the morning and plays with a second in the afternoon. Virginia Woolf realised that she worked best if she alternated writing fiction with non-fiction. She exercised different parts of her brain.’

6). It is helpful to get clear about why you write?Is your writing purely recreational? A way for you to creatively express yourself? Is your writing for personal insight and development? This is legitimate. This is ok. Have fun with it. Value it. Do you have a particular objective or outcome for your writing? If yes you may need to be more focused about how you go about starting, revising and completing a writing piece.

Some writers find it much easier to focus on one stage and then move onto the next, rather than focus on the end product. For others need to see the end before they start. Neither way is wrong, both ways are right and in-between there are many variations. Work with the one that is most likely to get you onto the page and bring about the outcome you desire.

7). Break your writing down into categoriesWriting for pleasure – (letters, writing comments in cards etc, emails, speeches for family events and friends)Writing for completion – (personal essay, chapter for your novel, verses for your poems)Writing for publication – (1st draft of novel, memoir, non fiction book, poems, short stories, essays features, articles, e-books, e-courses, reports)Writing for self growth and personal reflection – (journaling, self help exercises, personal poems)

8). When’s The Best Time To Write?I write best in the morning around 5-6.30am. The house is quiet, my mind is less cluttered and distracted and I am less likely to be distracted away from my writing than at any other time in the day. However keeping up this writing schedule alongside many other commitments during the day has sometimes meant me tumbling through the day worst for wear.

So my practice naturally and instinctively led me to see that I can be a productive at 7pm in the evening for 30 minutes as I am at 5.30am in the morning. Writing in the morning is my comfort zone. My ideal preferred time to write. This is my ideal but does not mean that I cannot write at other times. Breaking this habit of my early morning writing comfort zone has been crucial in operating my writing practice and extending opening hours into other parts of the day.
It has meant a more flexible and fluid writing practice that responds to what’s happening in my life and the schedules I am up against. This is the next step to take once your writing practice has been firmly established.

9). There Is More Time Than You Can Ever ImagineZen teacher Norman Fisher wrote one 28 line poem every morning for a year and generated enough material for a book. Lets say that you decide that the novel you want to write is 362 pages long.Lets say that you decide that your schedule is to write a page a day for the next 362 days.In one years time you will have the draft for your novel. Right?But I bet you won’t!Why? Because if you kept up writing a page a day for six months I bet you will have the first draft done and dusted in six months rather than in twelve.Time is not the issue.

There is enough time if you really think about it. Turning up to write is the key issue. Walking past fears that tell you that you’re not good enough, have nothing to write about can only be beaten by telling the bully to push off as you write them out of your hearing zone by planting your words on the page. Most successful writers have written despite their fears.

10). I have written lots of pieces but nothing new.By now many of the suggestions outlined on this month’s e-class should have propelled you into action. But as I say to my students time and time again, ‘Lets keep it simple.’ Want to generate new material? Here’s a few tips to generate new writing material. Make a list of 20 things you want to write about that you haven’t written about. Stop. Take a look around you right now and make a list of twenty things you see, smell, hear, sense in your immediate environment. There’s your writing themes or writing prompts. Use them to get you started.

The chances are that you are not writing something new because you are not writing enough. When the writing is a habit you have less control over what comes out. Go back to the earlier suggestions and set up your writing practice and then move on from there.

11). Supporting BuddyWho Can Support Me And Keep Me AccountableThink of a friend or someone you know who will be supportive rather than critical and ask them if they would be willing to support you for the next 28 days as you set up and open your writing practice.
Agree a time to discuss and agree how you will work together using the following guide. Have your discussion either by email, telephone or in person if possible within the next 48 hours.

Give them a brief background to what your intended writing practice will look like, (opening times, locations, extended opening hours, what you will be writing about) Ask them to write down five ways in which you will reward yourself every time you complete your practice each week.

Five small ways I will reward myselfAgree on a time each week that they will check in with you about how your writing practice has gone and whether you have earned a reward.Tell them what would be helpful for them to say when your writing practice has gone well and when it hasn’t. Request that they more or less stick to the agreed script. If I Miss My Practice I will make it up byLet your friend know what your intention is when or if you miss your practice so they can remind you of what action you agreed to take to catch up.

Also request that they check in with you on whether you have given yourself your reward.Knowing that there is someone out there other than yourself to whom you are accountable too can be really motivating for many of us. Writing can be very isolating and checking in with someone in this way can break through feelings of isolation and enhance the feeling of belonging and support. All writers need their tribe.

Notice how you are being asked to set up your support in a way that works for you. Right now you need a nurturing environment that will get you started and support your practice in staying open rather than operating from an environment that is critical and punitive.

SESSION 5
Writing Clutter
20 minutes and after the class

We can and do accumulate clutter in our writing lives as we do in any other areas of our lives. So just what does the clutter in your writing life look like? It’s different for everyone. But some common examples might be:

Writing that you will never get back to.
A book that you started but just isn’t going anywhere.
Writing books that intimidate your writing rather than fuel it.Fiction and Non Fiction books that stop you in your track as you believe you will never reach this standard of writing
Writing beliefs and aspirations that are not realistic and grandiose

What steps can you take to remove some of these physical and psychological obstacles from your writing life?How about setting aside 30 minutes to clear some of your writing clutter at the end of our e-class?
Things to be physically thrown awayPaper, books and articles I will get rid of in the next 24 hours
Psychological Changes and Shifts
Write down your spontaneous responses to the following questions as rapidly as possible to determine which beliefs are holding you back.

My father thought writers were
My mother thought writers were
At school
I learned that writing was
At secondary school writing seemed
At college writing seemed
As a rule writers are
The problem with writers is
The reason I don’t write more is
My fear about writing is
My hopes for my writing are
My plan about being a writer is
Once completed return to your responses and generate new beliefs even if you don’t fully believe them and write them out in the space below.
To start working on a belief you don’t have to believe it.
The first step is in acknowledging it.
We will close the e-class in acknowledgement of your new expanded writing beliefs.

My new expanded writing beliefs are:I am consciously not giving you examples of how to complete this exercise as I want you to trust your responses and trust your new self inspired beliefs.


SESSION 6
Closing writing practice
10 minutes

Choose one of the sentences or themes from your writing practice at the start of class and write for 10 minutes. Or simply write about what comes to you for 10 minutes.E-Class ReviewAfter the class take a few minutes to write down yourReflections, thoughts, observations and ideas from Moon wRites January e-class‰

Thank you for joining us for the January Moon wRites 2007 e-class.

We have worked through: 30 minutes of writing practiceSetting up, opening your writing practice
Solutions and strategies to maintaining your writing practice
(Setting up and opening your practice, how much time, when’s the best time to write, working on different pieces in the same day, how to manage writing blocks, writing even if your not in the mood, how to generate new material and getting clear about why you want to write)

Establishing new writing beliefs
Clearing writing clutter

Reflected and reviewed your learning, insights and observations from the class.

See you next month on the next Full Moon class on Thursday 1st February 2007“ A year from now you may have wished you had started today.” – Karen LambBonusMy friend and fellow Coach Jacquie Moses has created a fantastic website www.onemillioninspiredwomen.com.

Go to Jacquie’s site and register any or all of your writing goals for 2007.

If you can’t identify a writing buddy let the site be the place you go public with your goals and hold you accountable in the spirit of a community of inspired women globally.

28th November 2006

Dear Moon wRiters

“Winter is the real spring – the time when inner things happen, the resurgence of nature” – Edna O’ Brien

Moon wRites is on Tuesday 5th December 2006 at 7pm

Full Moon is on Tuesday 5th December 2006 at 0.26am Thirteenth LunationElder Moon – Moon of Completion and Wholeness, also known as Cold Moon, Oak Moon and Birth Moon This is the time of the year for us to say ‘Thank You’ and to give back to the spirit world.

We have now come full circle as we enter the cycle of the thirteenth Moon. This Moon relates to the Elder Moon a Moon I am deeply connected to in terms of the origins of my name family surname, Holder. Read the story of my connection to the Elder Tree later in the newsletter.As we approach the end of the year our thanks you’s are balanced with the actions of Letting Go.

A time of the year for clearing out and planting new seeds for the forthcoming spring. Everything has its time it’s place, its reason and its season. We recognise the synergy of death and rebirth.Colour - GoldScents - Orange, Neroli, Bergamot, Citrus, Rose and Pine. Number - 13 Seasonal Celebration.

This last Moon of the year, which falls across the period of Yule is governed by the beautiful wintry Elder Moon, representing completeness, wholeness, new cycles and rebirth. Winter has brought us rest and given us time for reflection and the incubation of dreams and ideas.

The Elder Moon is certainly about maturity, about slowing your pace a little and thinking roundly and wisely about the whole picture in any given situation. This Moon’s lesson is one of patience – the patience to see tasks through to the end and of tying up loose ends and finishing what we have taken on. This is an important time for completing what we have set ourselves, when perhaps we have lost our way, turned our back on commitment and forgotten what we have committed ourselves to.

This time of year is ideal for completion.As old things finish, new possibilities always presents themselves, but sometimes we need to energetically clear out the old before this can happen. This is a wonderful time of the year to write letters and send cards. I have always used Xmas to write and send cards to people I have not being able to spend the time I would have liked to during the year. I make it a ritual to sit down and write letters and cards. I always look forward to the lovely feeling I have as I settle down to writing and connecting with people I care about.

The written word is a permanent treasure. Part of our class this Full Moon will be writing letters and cards to those we love.This Moon is also concerned with writing, revise anything you have written by the way of short stories, essays or poetry. If you have outstanding wishes connected with books or publishing or if you want to submit written material to an agent or magazine do so now.Your goal by the end of this year is to finish one significant project connected to your writing.

My completed writing goal is Elder Tree – ‘Tree of Regeneration and Wisdom’The Elder tree has been revered for its medicinal properties and was known ‘as the medicine chest of country people’. Every part of the Elder Tree is useful for something except its firewood. In Celtic tradition the Tree represents or symbolises renewal, regeneration and transformation from within. It is associated with the Goddess Venus and the wisdom of the feminine principle and the cauldron of rebirth.

The Elder also known as the Witches Tree (read my story) has the calm wise energy of a Grandmother, Crone or wise woman. It appears in the Jewish Kabbala and was allegedly the Tree by which Judas Iscariot hanged himself (for it is a tree of justice which demands great respect) and in some traditions Christ’s Cross was made from the wood of an Elder Tree.

Her afterlife branches were once buried with the dead to protect them from evil spirits on their last journey.December 22nd Winter Solstice – Yule Eve The Festival Of RebirthThis is Mid-winter. The shortest day of the year and the longest night is on December 22nd of each year. The night of the Mother’s.

This is the time to celebrate the life giving force of the Mothers as she gives birth to the returning Sun. Evergreen trees serve as reminders of the Tree of Life which connects the Underworld, Earth and Sky and also of the continuation of fertility and life.Chang – Mu or Chang OThis Chinese Moon Goddess rules romance and lovemaking.

Invoke her when asking for life affirming joy and pleasure in your daily life.The Elder Tree Several years ago on a hot summer’s day I had arranged to have lunch and catch up with a good friend. Because of the gorgeous day we decided to buy lunch and to sit out in the open and enjoy the sunshine. Our location a small stretch of grassland near where I work was nothing spectacular.

But we soon found ourselves nestled under the shade of a Tree lost in our conversation about our lives and relationships.I didn’t pay much attention to the Tree we sat under. It was enough to have noticed that although not a tall Tree its branches spread wide providing a great shield from the sun. As we packed away our stuff to head back to work I noticed a small plaque by the side of the Tree. The writer in me could not resist reading what it said.

I read aloud to my friend that the Tree we had taken shelter under was called an Elder Tree. In the Middle Ages the myths surrounding the Tree was that to escape persecution and death witches would turn themselves into Elder Tree’s. There was more about the botanical properties about the Tree, Elder Flowers and Elderflower drink. Not sure why I decided to write the information down and it sat on a scrap of paper on my desk for many months.

There is a saying that there are never any mistakes. The following months and years saw me developing a real interest and passion about the Trees in my environment. I began noticing and spending more time with Trees, the huge Oaks on the grounds of the house I lived in that now years later had grown beyond the windows of my top floor flat. I started buying books and carrying out research about the Trees in my local neighbourhood.

I enjoyed the different Trees in my neighbourhood, the huge Monkey Puzzle in someone’s front garden on Dulwich rd, the huge Evergreen Oak at the top of the hill in Brockwell park in South London and the sight of the pink and lilac Cherry blossom on the trees when in bloom.I was particularly pulled in by the myth and folklore surrounding Tree’s. Again without knowing why I decided to embrace the Elder Tree even though it was a Tree that was of no great height and beauty. A Tree that could be so easily be mistaken for a shrub, a Tree easily lost, going unnoticed in the presence of an old Oak or Sprawling Willow.

I did eventually type up what was on the plaque that day and kept it in one of my files. I persuaded myself that perhaps someday this information would come in useful. A few years later I found myself in the midst of completing the manuscript for my first book Soul Purpose. In the final stages of completion I had taken to writing in a local library not far from where I was living at the time. Every day at opening times I would head for my favourite seat and settle down to write.

On this particular day I didn’t make it to the library at my normal time. Arriving later I found that my seat had been taken so I ended up sitting in another area of the library which I had never sat in before. Taking a stretch following a much, needed break, my arms touched the books on the shelf behind me and I turned around for a few moments of distraction.

Pulling a book of names from the shelf I searched for my first name Jacqueline before I realised that it was actually a book recording the origin and the meaning of surnames. Not thinking I would find anything of interest I scrolled through until I found the name Holder, following the trail of my fingertips I read the following,‘ The name Holder is the name given to people who lived near an Elder Tree ’.That afternoon in Max Roach Park, sitting under the branches of my ancestral Tree, the graceful way in which that story took root inside of me unravelling over the years adding different scenes, to its branches, still amazes me.

This was a story that embraced time, taught patience, modelled the powers of the mystery. Would there have been a better way to have bought this information to my attention, moving me to this understanding of the special relationship my name has to the Elder Tree. This story and it teaching’s showed me how to trust my intuition, to take action when I am unsure of the outcome and to honour the process of the unknown.

This months Full Moon class will focus on Completions and CelebrationsWe will celebrate our end of year with a glass of sparkling wine or Elder flower champagne and a Winter Solstice Ritual. Please bring food to share in our festive feast that we will share during class.What To BringPlease bring with you a list of names of friends and family for our letter and card writing exercise.

A Book for our Xmas and Kwanza (more about Kwanza in class) give away, and food to share for our end of year celebration.When

This Month’s Moon wRites class is Tuesday 5th December 7.00pm – 9.00pm Full Moon is on Tuesday 5th December 2006 at 0.26amNew Moon is on Wednesday 20th December 2006 at 14.02pm Where To Find Us The classes are based at Streatham Friends Meeting House, Redlands Way, Roupell Park Estate, SW2, 3LU. Class Fee - £20 per workshops.

Concessions available.Travel DirectionsThe most direct route is via Brixton. Come out of the station and turn left. Take a bus no 159, 109, 333, 59, 45 or 118 from the bus stops outside Woolworth’s and Barclays bank. The buses head up Brixton Hill.

Press the bell for the sixth bus stop, which is a request stop opposite Sainsbury’s Local. Get off the bus and Redlands Way is on your left.

Walk straight ahead and Streatham Friends Meeting House is the building at the end tucked away in the corner.Wednesday 20th December 2006 at 22.19 – New Lunar Month begins First Moon wRites Class for 2007 is on Wednesday 3rd January 2007 7.00pm – 9.00pm
Full Moon on Wednesday January 3rd 2007 at 13.59. Perfect synergy of dates to begin our New Year of Moon wRites 2007


‘I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I have just have lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.’
- Diane Ackerman

Moon Writes 31st October 2006 Halloween

Dear Moon wRiters"It is liminal (literally, “threshold”) time, the fertile ground between working and sleeping, between being and doing. It is when I am half awake, before my list making brain takes over and pretend its in charge, that’s when my best ideas come."— Kathleen NorrisMoon

wRites is on Thurday 2nd November 2006 at 7pmFull Moon is on Sunday 5th November 2006 at 12.59pm Twelfth LunationLiminal Moon, Reed Moon (Moon and Tree most connected with protection), Moon of Home and Hearth.

Now is the moment for recharging ourselves!Colours WhiteScents Basil (sanctity) Jasmine (luxury) Melissa (female) Pine (male) Tuberose (joy)Lunar Herb MotherwortLunar Animal Owl Number - 12 Seasonal CelebrationMonth of Fire Energy. Halloween (31st October) and Guy Fawkes (November 5th)) which is the date of this month’s Full Moon.

By October 24th the Sun, Mercury, Venus, Mars and Jupiter entered Scorpio. This is the most extraordinary and powerful group of planets. Scorpio is passion and sex. It's also the dark side, the Shadow, all that lies hidden in the unconscious. As we approach

Halloween and the witching time be aware that the negative side of Scorpio is starting to brew. We are being asked to use our power wisely.This November is the time to commit to getting to the root of your issues and makes this month an ideal time for a healing journey. The planets are on your side supporting your process.Halloween, All Souls, Witches New Year Halloween's origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival Samhain (pronounced SOW-in) which literally means "summer's end" in Gaelic.

For early Europeans, it marked the beginning of the cold, lean months to come and meant plenty of festivals celebrating both abundance and the cycles of the seasons.The remains of the years harvest begin to decompose and transform into fertiliser for next years crop’s. This transformation of refuse will fertilise next years crops. Providing nourishment to sustain us.The Celts saw Samhain as a very spiritual time.

Because October 31st lies exactly between the Autumnal Equinox and the Winter Solstice, ancient cultures, with their reliance on astrology, believed it a potent time for magic and communion with spirits. The "veil between the worlds" of the living and the dead is said to be at its thinnest on this day.Halloween is also the only time of year that is a liminal space, an in between time of dawn or dusk when the world of the physical a and the world of the spirit meet and the veil between the two worlds is at its thinnest.

This is an ideal time to focus on those who have passed on. Remember the lives of your ancestors. Those ancestors known and unknown. Embrace the wisdom that may have been passed onto you. It’s also an opportunity to focus on how death, separation or loss has affected us as loving beings. We can work with our disappointments and grief, clearing ourselves for a more open expression of love.Hollywood and the Christian church has projected Halloween as a time of the dark forces rather than as an opportunity for spiritual growth.

Through writing we can transform.An offering of writing from Moon wRitesEach month Moon wRites offers a unique space for women to enter into relationship with their writing and with self. When women cannot physically attend the classes the newsletter is our way of sharing the writing and creative exercises we carry out in our Moon wRites sessions. Women are invited to complete the exercises in the comfort of their own homes.

This month I would like to share the writing of two of the Moon wRites women who have attended Moon wRites this year.Rebecca’s piece originated from our September class, which she attended originating from the writing exercise, ‘ This is a poem about…………’Rebecca – autobiographical essay, written for children aged 10 – 11 years. This is a second draft following the first draft she wrote in the July Moon wRites class.There are lots of things that have happened to me in my life that stick in my mind.

This particular memory is from my time at primary school. I grew up in the lovely rural county of Shropshire and was sent to the local village school, with all the other boys and girls from the surrounding villages and hamlets. It was a small and nice little school, and one day blended into the next, so much so that before I knew it, I had been at school for three years.It happened on a dull and cloudy spring lunch break, a school lunch break like any other.

The play ground was full of the usual noisy rabble of us kids running, shrieking, skipping, and chanting silly rhymes like we always did. A gang of boys, a blur of grey flannel shorts and green jumpers, were playing football with a tennis ball, aiming at a goal painted in white on the wall of squat ugly building that made up the junior block of school.Mrs Hallam, the school dinner lady, and her watchful gaze were never far away for long, and she loomed in and out of my consciousness like a sentry, a comely mixture of affection and sternness wrapped up in a pink nylon overcoat popular within the dinner lady-ing profession of the late nineteen-seventies.

I was waiting for my moment.I heard her shout out to a group of boys who were playing too rough – I saw her walk towards their flushed and disappointed upturned faces. I sidled away from my group of girls, across the grey gritty playground with its worn out grids and spirals painted onto the surface, like fading tattoos on saggy skin. I walked under the rain canopy that ran along one side of the building, connecting the infant classrooms to the juniors, where girls were doing handstands.

They looked like a line of light shades I thought, with their legs and scabby knees stretched above like the cable, and their full grey skirts falling over their faces making the shade, and the tops of the head poking out below like a hairy light bulb! Trudy Simpson’s upside down days of the week Snoopy knickers informed me, in case I didn’t already know, that it was Tuesday.


The bulge of her puppy fat belly was clearly visible, which is what you got when you ate as many bags of 5p Snaps at break as she did I supposed. You can’t get Snaps now but we loved them - a nasty crisp like snack made of God knows what, that dissolved and stuck in your teeth, with vivid red tomato flavouring. My other class mate Katie was next to her, and beside Trudy’s roundness she looked like a porcelain doll. She was my friend but I was secretly jealous of her cuteness, she was often mistaken for a girl several years younger than her nine years and the big girls sometimes asked to pick her up, or her to be the baby when they played pretend.


I was already nearly five feet tall and had size seven feet. A lovely, big, tall girl my mum’s friends cooed but what did they know? My mum’s friends were the kind of chatty wide-hipped ladies with big bosoms straining out of cardigans, the kind that stopped us in the street just to say hello and ended up talking for hours whilst I fidgeted about, trying to pull my mum’s arm without anyone noticing. They always went on their way with a soppy leer in my direction, and a breathy, ‘Ah, she’s a polite little thing Maureen, you must be very proud’. Sometimes this was followed by a more annoying, ‘And isn’t she getting big!’.

Like I say, as far as I was concerned, small and cute was preferable.I headed towards the cloakroom door, the kind where the glass has little wire squares in it if you press your eyes up close. I pushed it open and stepped quickly inside. The cloakroom smelt of floor wax and damp coats.

Along the left hand wall was a row of hooks about three feet from the floor, with a low wooden bench less than a foot wide beneath it. Coats hung from their hoods - duffle coats, belted Macs and parkas with zips and fake fur trim, some with mittens on bits of elastic hanging from their sleeves – and with the lumpy PE bags beneath them filling them out they looked like a herd of strange creatures, quietly waiting to wake up when no one was looking. I spotted my little brother’s brown duffle coat with its big cream toggles, which he proudly explained to everyone were real sharks’ teeth.


This information had come from my father, and my brother still had the luxury of silencing his friends’ disbelief with this stamp of authority. Not for much longer would, ‘It’s true, my dad told me!’ hold water, and for now my middle brother and I were letting him get away with it. This was partly because his fascination bordering on fearful obsession with sharks was our fault. When my mum wasn’t looking we had held his eyelids open and made him watch the scary bits of Jaws, a very popular shark attack horror movie.

He was five years old, and much to my mum’s dismay was now refusing to even have a bath and was not very keen on swimming lessons.Once inside, I knew I didn’t have long. As juniors, we were supposed to use the old toilet block attached to the original old school, off the playground, and I wasn’t supposed to be in here. This was the infant cloakroom. I felt my heart flutter in my chest and sensed the changing pressure in my blood, I could hear it too, just like the sound you get when you put a sea shell to your ears.

I listened but it was quiet; the teachers would be in the staff room brewing up tea and guiltily sharing around a pack of Benson and Hedges. They thought we couldn’t tell but the post lunch extra strong mints didn’t take away the smell. The door to the girls’ toilet was on my right. I purposefully walked over to it, yanked it open and stepped inside. Already, to my eyes, it looked like a dolls house. The row of five white porcelain sinks on the right hand side seemed ludicrously low and small.

The stalls on the left housed Tiny Tears size toilet bowls with the black plastic seats that felt cold and clammy on your bare bottom whatever the weather. And yet on my first day at school, after being prized from my mother’s leg with well intentioned lies, this room had seemed so frightening. Everything had seemed so big and unfamiliar.

The soap had been unwieldy with horrible slimy jelly on the bottom of it, and cracks in the top where it had dried out, the green paper towels rough and scratchy and I had wished with all my little might to be back at home, safe, without these big scary ladies telling me what to do, where to sit, where to go.

Even now the smell of institutional soap brings back memories of having to go to school in an instant.Without giving myself time to talk myself out it, I quickly went to each sink in turn and put in the plug and turned on the cold tap, as fast as it would go. My fingers felt like clumsy fat sausages, and there was an echoey sensation in my head, like suddenly I was watching myself do this from a long, long way away.

I could feel a panic rise in me as I fumbled my way along the row, convinced that at any moment I would be discovered, hurrying as the water in the first sink rose precariously close to the brim. The last sink done, I immediately left the toilet without a backward glance. I had been gone less than two minutes and as I reached the glass door onto the playground I could see that Mrs Hallam was still remonstrating with the boys, who were arguing that they were only playing Commando and, c’mon Miss, it was only a game.

I was back with the girls before they’d even properly noticed I was gone, and I stood watching the skipping rope go round and round. I am not sure if you can take ropes into school these days, no doubt there is some silly rule to do with health and safety that says you might.
accidentally choke yourself, but back then skipping with a long rope was all the rage with girls.

We spent hours practising complicated routines, taking it in turns to jump in and out of the middle, in twos or threes, and learning rhymes and songs to go with them like Three Six Nine The Goose Drank Wine. You also had to take your turn to stand at either end of the rope turning it for others.

I stared at Isabel, skipping in the centre and willed her with my best-friend telepathy to call me in. Soon she and I were jumping in the middle, and it was my turn to call in, and for a second I almost forgot that I’d done something really bad. When I say bad, I’m using the term relatively. I hadn’t murdered anyone or robbed a bank. In that moment though, I might as well have and as I skipped with my friends all sorts of phrases and images started racing through my mind. Usually, teachers said things like ‘Well done Rebecca, that was very helpful of you’ or ‘Everyone listen whilst Rebecca reads out her poem’.

I had never been told, like some other kids, that I was a disgrace, an embarrassment or a lost cause. Never once had I been sent by the teacher to sit in the naughty corner or worse, sent to the head master’s office. Now, I was in serious of risk of having gone one step further, my parents could be called in or I could be expelled. Punishment at school was reserved for boys in the main, of whom noise, boisterousness, fighting and cheek seemed to be expected. Girls who displayed these characteristics got an even harsher telling off, for not only were they being naughty, there were somehow also not being ‘girls’.

I had never really understood this piece of back to front logic. By some miracle I had even avoided the random and humiliating punishments of one lady teacher who, as far as I could work out, didn’t even like children at all, regardless of their behaviour.

She was a small, skinny woman with a severe bowl haircut and rubber soled granny shoes that squeaked on the classroom floor. I still smarted on behalf of the poor boy who got sent to sit on a chair and suck his thumb and rock a dolly in his arms for being a baby, when really we all knew she was picking on him because he was poor, his clothes were tatty and he had trouble keeping up with the lessons.

Back then he was told he was stupid and lazy, but today I suspect he would have been recognised as dyslexic. I think her mercy towards me had nothing to do with me, but more to do with my smart coat, white knee socks, polished shoes and neat handwriting. Even her praise of this boy shamed him, one time making him stand on a chair whilst we all gazed up at him and clapped because he had nearly spelled ‘pizza’ correctly, getting one z instead of two.

I started frightening myself with scenes where the gold stars on my chart pinned to the art cupboard door would be publicly removed and thrown in the bin in front of my shocked and gawking classmates. I imagined our headmaster standing on the stage and announcing that forever more I was banned from being the narrator in the school play. In my mind, he turned towards a grim faced vicar (who came in to bore us silly in assembly twice a week) who began a solemn sermon about the temptations of sin on impressionable young minds.

In his hands he held up my Easter Garden of Gethsemane, that I had spent ages making in one of Granddad’s old seed trays, making it clear that in this story it was me who was, indeed, Judas. I was like one of those well trained dogs that sits down every time you offer it biscuit and waits to be patted on the head. One day it suddenly decides to turn on its master and sink its teeth into the outstretched hand instead of the Bonio. However, somewhere inside me I knew that was not quite the truth. As inexplicable as my actions suddenly seemed to be, exaggerated by my fear of discovery, I also knew that there was a funny kind of logic to it. I think it had something to do with all the things that didn’t get said, or talked about.

Like the dread I felt each school day when Dad shouted it was time to get up and get a move on, or the squirming in my tummy every school day morning. Mum and I never spoke about the barely perceptible shove in the small of the back she gave me as the bus pulled into the stop at the bottom of our drive, and it was my turn to go up the steps and get on. Or perhaps it was caused by the fizz of anger I felt when each time I did something well, it was assumed that I wanted to, and would just keep on doing it.

I suppose the trouble is, it’s hard to let yourself know that when you can barely fart without being given a gold star. Mind you, if anyone was going to win awards for farting, that was my middle brother – he had a bottom that sounded like a trombone and produced enough vile gases to make your eyes water. Skipping took my mind off the mayhem that must by now be happening in the girls’ loo. It took them a while to notice the flood. Maybe the unpopular new batch of cheap orange squash in the canteen might account for the fact that less infants than usual that lunchtime needed a wee. Or maybe the extraordinary level of E-numbers in it accounted for the hyperactive over excitement in the playground that distracted the dinner ladies.

Food manufacturers have taken all kinds of nasty things out of children’s food today but in the Nineteen Seventies they were not so strict, and that orange squash was so orange that it practically glowed in the dark, and you spent all afternoon licking your top lip to get rid of the ‘squash moustache’ it left behind. Whatever the reason for the delay in the discovery, my insides gave a twist of excitement mixed with fear and shame when about twenty minutes later the shout went up. ‘Miss! Miss! There’s water, Miss!’ Soon a gaggle of children, some laughing, some frowning, fat ones, thin ones, tall ones, short ones, scruffy ones, posh ones, shy ones, loud ones, were huddled around the infant cloakroom door as a steady stream of water ran beneath it and out into the playground.

Already the jubilant whisper had gone around that maybe a pipe had burst and they would send us home. Short of a blizzard, which we fervently prayed for all winter, disasters and acts of God were the only way we were going to get out of school. Snow being unlikely in April, the growing torrent flowing under the door had sent spirits soaring. I fixed my face, a trick all children sadly have to learn at one point or another, concentrating on not betraying any emotion and ran with my girls over to the group. Some of the boys were splashing in the puddle forming in a dip in the tarmac, making the most of the hullabaloo while they could.As one we gave a collective start as ‘Get away from that door!’ boomed out from behind us.

It was Mr Brown, striding across the playground in his brown slacks, cream nylon shirt, tweedy tie and green sleeveless pullover. His horrible gingery beard, the source of much speculation and sympathy for his poor wife who had to kiss him, seemed to bristle with more irritation than usual. Mrs Hallam was panting along behind him carrying a mop and bucket, looking flushed and apologetic. She must have dashed to the staff room and then run straight to the caretakers room. Although we couldn’t have said why, the fact that a man had been sent to deal with this exciting disaster in our midst seemed to charge the air with more energy. This was serious! This wasn’t a lady’s’ job to clear up, like lumpy sick on the floor or accidentally wet knickers, it was a man’s job, a proper job, a serious job!


We were all exchanging glances, craning to get a better look, and I glanced and craned with the best of them. Even if I say so myself, I did a good job of looking as surprised and curious as everyone else as Mr Brown pushed through the group, yanked open the door, and sloshed into the cloakroom, the water nearly covering the tops of his teacher-ish shoes.He disappeared into the girls’ loo, and was gone for a few minutes. I knew what he would be doing - turning off the taps and surveying the damage - but nobody else knew that. I was feeling properly frightened now. He would know that it was deliberate! He would be furious! What on earth had I been thinking of? In that moment I could not think of what had possessed me to think that I would get away with it! In fact, I could not have found a reason for why I had done it at all.

My stomach was doing somersaults, my chest felt tight and restricted as the enormity of my actions started to dawn on me.- ” Rebecca Turner not to be reprinted in any formJulia could not make it to our October class but she completed the Pomegranate writing exercise at home on the evening of Moon wRites and kindly shares her first draft with us here.A sample of what I wrote last month for Persephone's Journey (its unedited so parts of it don't make a lot of sense!):‘ When I peeled off your stiff skin you did want me to show me your secret heart.

Your seeds sat cleaving together like mishapen teeth. You bared them at me in anger. Your skin wasn't ready to come off and I'd taken your virginity forcibly, with a knife. Scoring you, wounding you and exposing the places you were still unripe.I didn't care, I had a writing exercise to do. I had a wife to get home to. I needed your youth because I was weary of my own face reflected daily in the mirror. I had a gutful of sins to purge so I purged them on you. Now sit still while I eat your seeds, too young to have born juice. Too new to have discarded the bitter taste of gestation.I plucked your honeycomb webbed flesh seed by seed.

I plunged deeper to find the centre, munching and crunching your youth along the way. Into the darkness along criss-crossed pathways. Walls lined with edible lies. Lined with promises of truth. Maybe this one would taste sweeter? No, maybe this one would last longer on my lips?And after working my way through you, knife in hand, cutting and scoring, breaking apart and dislodging what was hidden and secret and yours - I still didn't find you. I still didn't know who you really were.


And I gorged myself, left with a pink tongue and bloody fingers while you lay with your insides spilled across my lap.’”Julia Hendricks – not to reprinted in any formWe offer these writings to share with you the process of our writing from the unedited raw version to the beginnings of a piece we are working on. Moon wRites provides a space for you to get started, offering plenty of creative support and inspiration in the continued process of your writing and creative journey.

This months Full Moon class will focus on Altars, Ancestors and Affirming who we are as women as we enter into a space of restoration, regeneration and rebirth.What To Bring Please bring with you an item that you would place on an altar in your home and/or a photograph of an ancestor who is deceased for our writing practice.

We will close Moon wRites with sparklers!When This Month’s Moon wRites class is Thursday 2nd November 7.00pm – 9.00pmFull Moon is on Sunday 5th November 2006


Where To Find Us The classes are based at Streatham Friends Meeting House, Redlands Way, Roupell Park Estate, SW2, 3LU. Class Fee - £20 per workshops. Concessions available.

Travel Directions The most direct route is via Brixton. Come out of the station and turn left. Take a bus no 159, 109, 333, 59, 45 or 118 from the bus stops outside Woolworth’s and Barclays bank. The buses head up Brixton Hill. Press the bell for the sixth bus stop, which is a request stop opposite Sainsbury’s Local.


Get off the bus and Redlands Way is on your left. Walk straight ahead and Streatham Friends Meeting House is the building at the end tucked away in the corner.Monday 20th November 2006 at 22.19 – New Moon


Next Moon wRites Class is onTuesday 5th December 20067.00pm – 9.00pmFull Moon on Tuesday 5th December at 0.26 Perfect synergy of dates to complete our year of Moon wRites 2006


“All fruits do not ripen in one season”- Laure Junot

Dear MoonwRiters September 2006

"When I dare to be powerful—to use my strength in the service ofmy vision—then it becomes less andless important whether I am afraid."—Audre Lorde

Moon wRites is on Thurday 5th October 2006 at 7pmFull Moon is on Saturday 7th October 2006 at 3.14am and Eleventh LunationIvy Moon, Moon Of Resilience and Buoyancy The Ivy Moon, which covers the period from the end of September to late October is also the Moon of Buoyancy. This concerns our capacity to see the best in everything and to keep our spirits high at all times.

This Moon is perhaps the most fecund and resilient time in nature when the last heady days of the Autumn sunshine prolong the beauty of the season before the onset of winter. The essence of this moon is health and recovering health before we are in the crisis.

This includes mental health and depression.Colours Deep Forest GreenScents - Roman Chamomile, Jasmine, Patchouli, Orris, Peppermint, Hyacinth. Marjoram, Lavender, Grapefruit, Sandalwood and Rosewood.Lunar Herb - Sage, Clary Sage, FennelNumber - 11 The Master NumberSeasonal CelebrationSaturday September 23rd was the Autumn Equinox.

In the Northern Hemisphere the earth has completed its germination, growing and harvest season’s and is now preparing for the dying season. For a brief time, light and day are of equal length, then the nights begin to lengthen. This is the time of the final Harvest. On Equinox we give bountiful thanks knowing that every living creature must give in to this cycle.Create an Autumn Equinox Altar. Place a pomegranate onto the altar to remind you of the time of Persephone’s journey into the Underworld.October 6th is the Moon Cake Festival.

In China at the time of the Autumn Equinox, the Moon cake Festival is a big celebration. This is because the Moon is said to be at her fullest and roundest. Moon cakes of lotus paste and egg yoke are eaten. Lanterns are given to children and friends and lantern processions are held.

You should be able to buy Moon cakes at any Chinese grocery.October 7th is the Full Moon.October 9th is Feast day of Felicitas, Goddess of good luck. Contemplate where in your life you want more luck. Place a symbol of what you want and desire on your altar and invoke Felicitas on this day to open the pathway for you.New Lunar month begins on Sunday 22nd October 2006. This is the realm of the Great Mother, of other consciousness.

In the Tarot corresponds to the mystery. Spirit binds the elements together in the alchemical change which brings wholeness.Pomegranate Writing Exercise from Fruitflesh by Gayle Brandeiss(Extract quoted below taken from Cooking Like a Goddess by Cait Johnson)Pomegranates are magical fruit, not only because of their link with Persephone and her annual stay in the underworld, but because of even older associations with the womb, the sacred chalice of life.

Red and lumpy, its globular shape is certainly womblike. Its waxy smooth skin, when dried, will become tough and leathery. It has a jagged crown at its top, filled with tiny golden, straw like fibers with round-tipped heads.With a sharp knife, cut a vulva-shape gently through the surface of your pomegranate’s skin – a curved diamond-shape with tips pointing up and down. Carefully peel off the skin inside this shape.

The inner skin is yellowish white; it clings to the seeds like a caul around a newborn baby. When the outer skin is peeled away, the vivid seeds are exposed. Take time to appreciate the beauty of this female symbol which you have uncovered and which the pomegranate embodies. Really look at the seeds: notice their translucence, their granet colour, (the word garnet comes from the word granatum), the Latin word for Pomegranate.

If you cut one, it bleeds. It has a subtle scent. How would you describe it?Now pry one seed gently from its socket and taste it, (in just this way did Persephone taste her first seed in Hades). Its outer flesh is cool and sweet, but the inner seed is hard and bitter. It is certainly both sweet and bitter to a woman in our culture today.

In what other ways can you describe the lesson of the seeds for yourself? If you count out five more seeds and eat them, think of them as your tickets to the inner world, the deep, underground wisdom that the outer world of frantic busyness often makes us forget. You have become Persephone in your choice to go deeper.We will be working and writing with Pomegranates in this month’s class.In writing we also become Persephone, each of us exploring our own fertile darkness, bringing it to the light with our words. Each seed is a rich story we carry inside us, waiting to spill its lasting colour.

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When This Month’s Moon wRites class is Thursday 5th October 7.00pm – 9.00pmFull Moon is on Saturday 7th October 2006 Where To Find UsThe classes are based at Streatham Friends Meeting House, Redlands Way, Roupell Park Estate, SW2, 3LU. Class Fee - £20 per workshops.Concessions available.Travel DirectionsThe most direct route is via Brixton.

Come out of the station and turn left. Take a bus no 159, 109, 333, 59, 45 or 118 from the bus stops outside Woolworth’s and Barclays bank. The buses head up Brixton Hill. Press the bell for the sixth bus stop, which is a request stop.

"Fear is good. Fear tells us what we have to do. The more scared we are of a work or calling,the more sure we can be that we have to do it."- Steven Pressfield
Dear Moon wRiters

Some people don’t really bother much with remembering; it seems such a useless activity. But most writers are addicted to it.- Alice Munro

The seventh Moon considered the most important of all the Moons is the Oak Moon, Moon of Strength and security. This is the sign of greatest lunar influence. For this is the home of the Moon, the sign of Cancer. This is the moment of the year when the Sun has reached it’s zenith and we are entering the domain of the longest day.

Time to work on financial security and personal strength.This period signifies a time of the earth’s pregnancy, a time when the earth came to crop under the watchful gaze of the Oak Moon. But the safe delivery of a healthy harvest has to be worked for. It is much the same with our writing. We cannot rest on our laurels, neglecting to put in the practice.

The oak seed planted early bears fruit in organic time, like our writing when tended to, gives birth over time to an Oak Tree. Seventh Lunation Oak Moon, Moon Of Strength and Security also known as The Blessing Moon Colours Brick, Earth and WhiteScents Geranium, Frankincense and SandalwoodLunar Herb – Rose HipsLunar Animal - HareNumber 7Seasonal

Celebration Summer Solstice falls on June 21st 2006, the longest day of the year when the Sun is at it’s most Northern point and Lithia, the Sun’s energy is at it’s peak. Summer Solstice is a time to gather with family and friends. In the past this was a time of vigilance of prayer that the earth, now pregnant carries full term and bears a fruitful crop.The Oak is tried and tested. Its wood is dense and close grown. And it endures for several hundred years growing in the forest. It’s wood is the strongest and most endurable for building. The tree is a symbol of strength, endurance and security.

Strength Stories Standing at the highest point in Brockwell Park is a huge Evergreen Oak. It’s sprawling branches of emerald green leaves are present and in abundance almost all year round. It’s branches stretch through the surrounding air and tilt, hanging much like the serpent’s tails from Medusa’s hair down to the ground. A hundred people could fit under her shade and not be touched by a drop of rain.For two years this Tree was my spiritual home. I would go jogging in the park at ridiculously early hours of the morning and when finished seek refuge under her green wings.

Under her peaceful gaze I cried tears during a period in my life where I was ‘Broken Open’. I meditated and wrote in my journal sitting at her feet. For two years this Tree was where I found my ‘Shelter’.The human soul hungers after Strength Stories. Stories that speak to the journey of overcoming against the odds and stories of triumph over adversity.

Our Oak stories are testimonies to the human spirit. These are our Medicine stories. On Friday I played hostess to Empowerment and Motivational Speaker Iyanla Vanzant at the Hackney Empire. Iyanla as expected was in fine form with her message of Mothering, Men and Money. Iyanla’s reminds us that, ‘telling your story is a way of healing’.With the guidance of this Month’s Moon we will gather together and tell our stories both on and off the page.

We will take time in class to record our strength stories, we will work on recording those moments in our lives when we have overcome.I will be introducing tips from the brilliant book by Sheila Bender, ‘Writing Personal Essays – How to shape your life experiences for the page’ and we will be using this to guide ourselves on the page.

Dad’s Memory Book Moved by the events of my father’s death on Sunday May 7th 2006 I purchase a large silver glazed book from Paper Chase and dedicated this as a Memory book to Dad.My intention was to take the Memory Book to Barbados and on the days leading up to the funeral and on the day of the funeral itself to collect as many verbal and written memories of Dad from family and friends in one of the rare opportunities when the majority of our family would be in the same place at the same time.

However family dynamics, the arrangements for the funeral and the funeral itself left me too exhausted to formally gather the memories from everyone. So instead I made mental notes and jotted down short lists of the things people said to me about my Dad and snippets from overheard conversations. At a later date I will sit down and enter these into Dad’s Memory book.Back in Barbados I slept in the room my Dad spent his last days in before he was admitted to hospital.

The second morning after arriving I began sorting out several items that belonged to my Dad on the dresser. It was early in the morning and It was comforting to touch items that I knew my Dad would have touched in the last year. Soon I found myself re-arranging them all on one shelf and soon I had created an Altar of Dad’s things.In amongst the collection was a set of keys, reminding me of Dad’s habit of collecting bunches of keys and having them scattered in drawers everywhere.

If you broke a lock on something, there was always a chance that dad might have a key with which to open it. There was a pair of cuff links, three watches, a jar of Red and White Brylcream that for years Dad had used on his hair. Each item held a strand of a memory of Dad. During the day I informed some of my brothers and sisters of what I had done and each took their moment to come and be with some of Dad’s things.

This is a memory I will record in my Dad’s Memory Book. These moment’s small as they may be, are exquisite moments for the writer to capture on the page. We do not need to concern ourselves with the epic adventure or story that amounts to something big like the Titanic or the Poseidon Adventure, no let’s leave those to the big screen. The writer can captivate the audience as much in the intricate details of small things as one writer whose name escapes me, famously said, ‘God is in the small things’.

With our packed and busy lives it is so easy to overlook the simple moments which when looked back on from the future hold meaning and value.Writers are historians of our world, gatekeepers of our stories, griots and storytellers of truth. Don’t let your stories die. Don’t allow your thoughts and views rot and decay because of lack of exposure. Let the page be your vestibule, your crucible, your mission. Give your stories life.

Saturday, 17 February 2007

Morning Message From The Muse

As I lay soaking in the bath this morning contemplating some challenges I was experiencing in my life at this time I started re-reading a passage from a book I love, I will not die an unlived Life – Re-claiming Purpose and Passion by Dawna Markova.The words below jumped at me instantly providing an accurate reflection of where I may be in my process and journey at this time. The words also seemed to strike true when I tuned in and heard the voices and conversations with friends and workshop participants I have had over the last few weeks.

Their words gathered around me, humming and murmuring backdrop conversations, the kind you hear in the background of a launch party, except I could hear what they were saying clearly. Even those silent in words I felt them speak. Markova’s words this morning synthesised the essence of many of the conversations that had been had.“ There were a series of incidents that blew me over the threshold into this retreat. One was something the poet David Whyte said a friend, Brother David Steindl- Rast, told him: The antidote to exhaustion may not be rest. It may be wholeheartedness. You are so exhausted because all of the things you are doing are just busyness.

There’s a central core of whole heartedness totally missing from what you are doing.” Whyte said from that moment on everything changed for him. He realised there were courageous conversations he had to have, because his work had become too small for him.Dawna Markova, I will not die an unlived live, p21“Travelling from the known to the unknown requires crossing an abyss of emptiness. We first experience disorientation and confusion. Then, if we are willing to cross the abyss in curious and playful wonder, we enter an expansive and untamed country that has it’s own rhythm. Time melts and thoughts become stories, music, poems, images, ideas. This is the intelligence of the heart, but by that I don’t mean just the seat of our emotions.

I mean a vast range of receptive and connective abilities: intuition, innovation, wisdom, creativity, sensitivity, the aesthetic, qualitative and meaning making. It is here we uncover our purpose and passion.”Dawna Markova, I will not die an unlived live, p22We are all travellers on the same journey crossing the same bridges, walking the same roads, riding in the same vehicles. Our journey is collective, a connected circle of common and shared experiences across gender, race, age, sexual orientation and class. I needed these words this morning to remind myself not to sink beneath the washed out pale grey sky that greeted me from the office window this morning. I so wanted to wash myself away just like the sky.Instead Markova’s words gave me Hope.I hope they too offer you something as you wake and rise to greet your day.


Love from Jackee