The humid breeze catches a chill and the sun’s rays
become a warm friend rather than a scorching enemy.
I sit on the bench and turn my face upwards looking at the trees displaying crown shyness.
I hold the stillness and cool blue sky with my body.
That delicious, liminal space containing a small turning of change.
Finally, we cycle to autumn again and I am in my element.
How can we use repetition to create good rhythm in our writing?
I don’t often give writing tips but here’s one of my tricks. When I’m feeling stuck, I’ll grab a random book off the shelf, open it to a random page, and begin typing/transcribing what I’m reading but also reading aloud the words as I’m typing. This combo of physical actions—keyboarding and voicing—eventually lead me to start typing and saying my own stuff. At first, it’s just a reaction to what’s in somebody else’s book but then it often leads me into my own thoughts and tangents. I’m sure the…
From Playing Possum: How animals understand death by Susana Monso. Her chapter “The dog who mistook his human for a snack” tells us that animals are sentient beings who experience grief. This incredibly moving true story about two chimpanzees- mother and son, speaks to us about how similar and connected we all are- human and non-human.