Dear M, Writing Retreat Day 1: Soften
Do you ever feel disconnected from the projects you are birthing? Do you need a new way to feel positive about a project that has been years in the making already? Do you need a push to help you reinvest in your memoir-baby?
Over the past few years, at the suggestion of one of my favorite journaling teachers at The Therapeutic Writing Institute, Linda Barnes, I’ve begun to write letters to my writing projects.
I’ve given my memoir a special name—my Merry Memoir—and when we’ve been apart for a few weeks and need a way to reconnect, I write her a letter.
Over the past week, I have been processing editorial feedback on my memoir. My PTSD from a former relationship was triggered by some of the comments, and I was humbled by the emotional accuracy that the editor recounted as she provided feedback on the plot.
After I took some time to “parent” myself—feel into the grief of PTG (post-traumatic growth), mother the aches in my body, and take a break from writing itself—I was ready to reconnect with the feedback.
But first, I wrote a letter to my Merry Memoir. I was able to acknowledge the parallel paths of growth and grief as a PTG survivor. I was able to imagine more self-care routines as I write my next draft. I was able to fully commit to the “A” story that the editor recommended and write words on the page that felt too hard before knowing I had an editor who was trauma-informed, words like childhood emotional neglect and disorganized attachment style. I considered the use of an “Author’s Note” to help me stay clear on what the memoir can do and won’t do—a buffer for further self compassion towards myself.
So if you’re a creative writer, and need some support to help you feel good about your next draft, I recommend writing a letter to the project. Give her a name! Imagine she is on your team. Say hello to her. You will be comforted by the letter form because it can act as a practical conversation with helpful results to ensure you have some next steps. It can also turn a conflict between you and the project into a positive dynamic once you’ve spoken to her and shared your feelings. The letter form also means you are not just writing “into the void” without a listener. The writer/recipient form means that you too have to focus your talking points to what matters most to you. This usually comes near the end of the letter. Writing a letter also slows down your imagination (it wants to work slowly anyway) and brings your attention to something that makes you feel alive.
So set your timer for 10 minutes, get out your favorite pen, find a quiet spot and start the conversation.
Over the past weekend, I was amazed by how alive the forest was! The hummingbirds buzzed up to the feeder non-stop, the blue jays darted between ponderosa pines, the lizards slid in and out of stones at my feet, and even the wind chimes seemed louder and more in tune to me. They were singing to me!
The verdant quality of the forest made me even more aware of how uncreative I felt. I could get general tasks done—the dishes, change my clothes, make my coffee. But in other efforts, like helping my husband put up the screen door on the shed, I needed him to give me clear instructions. I needed him to take me from step to step. I usually can intuit next steps when we work on projects, but I had no creative juice in me.
I know that summer time brings great activity in the natural world (which we are interconnected to) and, thus, made me adjust my own activity. The more ramped up the natural world appeared to me, the more I wanted to conserve my energy.
My lack of juice also reminded me of the Buddhist principle of “non-doing” and receptivity sign from the I Ching or Book of Changes. Reading two is named “The Receptive.” It is the “complement to . . . the Creative: the dark which is illuminated by light, the earth which receives blessings of heaven, the vessel into which nourishment flows.” As I had suspected, it is a “time to follow rather than lead, to assist rather than initiate, to listen rather than talk.”
I haven’t even wanted to journal that much. But then I remembered a technique from Writing to Heal by James W. Pennebaker that is called “semi-automatic writing” and in the way of receiving. I knew I could journal using this tool without putting in much effort.
It works like this:
You put yourself into a passive, trance-like state, to learn about what is really bothering you (or below the surface that is only a whisper). You don’t pay conscious attention to what you are writing about or the writing process itself. You cover your hands when you type or turn off your computer monitor so you can’t see what you are writing. Before you write, try to clear your mind—breathe, focus on an object, or name an emotion. It’s almost like you become a vessel for another outside influence to speak through you. You don’t care about punctuation, writing complete sentences, or making sense. You give yourself permission to write gibberish.
At the beginning of this write, I felt curious, hopeful, prayerful
At the end of this write, I felt amazed, committed to the method, and connected to myself.
Here is how I reflected:
“The write was crazy! I can’t believe that I could feel the power of someone else speaking through me—the trance-like state was real. I am amazed that it brought up issues that I have compartamentalized—both good and bad—and they came to the surface, with just a little warm up of breath work and imagining jewel tones—ruby, emerald, topaz, sapphire. My body was anticipating the next message from the muses. My fingers were relaxed, not worried about punctuation. I am surprised by some of the topics that are still bothering me—a friend’s mistreatment of me, my son’s love of me with his kind affirming words, my husband’s words of more travel and bringing Grammy into our home, and assurance about my life as a writer and published author. I learned that this is a method that feels reassuring to me and def. helps clear out cobwebs of the heart that chronological time and space can’t give it’s attention to but kronos or goddess time can! This is the stuff of dream language!”
Because I have been in “The Receptive” way, it makes sense that my heart was too tired to give attention to the bigger picture themes of my life—the love that surrounds me and my bigger purpose as a writer. By letting go with this “semi-automatic writing tool,” I was able to access not reasons for my tiredness but settle into the receptivity even more. I didn’t need to fix anything. I just needed to listen to my heart. In the background of our lives, our hearts are aflame and our minds are still a-buzzing. This tool gave me permission to simply receive nuggets of wisdom without having to do anything about them.
When caring for your spouse triggers past memories of caretaking co-dependence . . .
Notice, feel what it coming up, process by journaling or talking with someone, and begin to see the glimmers of change.
Maybe this time, you’re not on eggshells.
Maybe this time, you self-advocate for your own needs even when caring for a spouse.
Maybe this time you know you can be healing and experiencing grief at the same time.
I was feeling some kind of way this weekend when my husband got sick. On the outside I was asking him what he needed. On the inside, I was like “nooooo!” I can’t be that wife who loses herself when taking care of someone she loves (like I did, co-dependently, in my first marriage).
I took to the page and wrote a letter to this caretaking Maggie, the one who can still maintain her sense of self—her sense of creative activity, gentle boringness, depth of processing in solitude.
Here are some sentence starters to get you started if you feel like caring for others brings up waves of complicated grief . . .
—Dear Caretaking . . . [in gentle, soothing, nurturing voice . . . ]
—I see you . . .
—I notice you’re triggered when . . .
—And I also see a change in you because . . .
—I notice you are doing things differently this time because . . .
Journaling Tool Share ::: “What’s going on?” are three little words found in the Journal to the Self card deck by Kathleen Adams. Adams writes that these three little words are one of the most versatile, rugged, and simple journaling prompts you can use. And I use them a lot! When my soul keeps feeling “pinched”–I know something is nagging at me that I should probably pay attention to. When I keep getting annoyed at small things, I know it’s time to pay attention. When things begin to “build up” in my brain and I start keeping track of offenses, I know it’s time to check-in with my soul. “What’s going on, Maggie?” This prompts lets me “clear my head” and then dive deeper into what’ really bothering me. It lets me honor whatever feeling I’ve had that I haven’t been able to articulate but has just lived in my body. It feels like a letter I receive in the mail. I get to open it and learn what is really going on with me. Once I know, I can pay attention to triggers, I can send specific prayers to myself, I can talk to my therapist, and I can explore my core self–not some self that tries to cover up what is hurting or doesn’t feel good. To read an example, check out my latest blog on my web site (bio in link > then navigate to blog)—“Journal Entry, Summer Solstice 2025.” Ask yourself: “What’s going on?” and accept the invitation to explore your core self. Sending Love from New Mexico, friends!
Writing Shed in Zuni Mountains update ::: I’ve been painting my heart out, friends! The colors I have chosen remind me of the frozen yogurt flavors I used to serve at TCBY–“The Country’s Best Yogurt.” My job here was my first official job, and I remember making lots of frozen yogurt pies and waffle cones in the back. Wow, they smelled like vanilla and cinnamon and cookies. Shout out to my manager Lynne who was like a mother to me. She also had really cool tattoos all over her fore-arms. She is one of the first women who showed me it was good to express yourself artistically. The colors I chose for inside the shed remind me of the boysenberry / french vanilla twist hot fudge sundae I used to make at TCBY–my very own frozen treat memories every time I enter the shed. I need more whimsy in my life, and I am not holding back!
summer solstice–
what’s going on?
hummingbirds buzz by me. dog leash clinks. remi bear playing with wooden blocks and bolts and washers.
at the cabin. in the cabin groove. over did it at the cabin on first day.
cabin is my teacher.
no perfect line in precision painting.
no weekends of perfect marital communication at the cabin.
no way to clean brushes unless we use precious rain barrel water.
no way to get uncomfortable greasy weighted hair clean without turning on generator for a few hours so we can have hot shower water.
have to say something when partner says something that hurts.
pushed my body so hard that i could barely walk from tight quads and hamstrings the next day.
keep replaying lady’s comment at unwind studio about my makeup–lipstick and hat. she said I looked southern. i thought comment was inappropriate for front desk person who i just met. why is it bothering me so much?
why do i keep coming back to it? keeps pinching my soul.
little bear forgets to wear shoes and gets a huge splinter on bottom of heel. hurts like hell to extract and i have to give my love energy, primal womb energy to calm him.
a parenting milestone between drew and i for sure.
maybe it’s a cultural thing at unwind. i find nm to be pretty accepting, so i was caught off guard. i gave an upbeat response, just to show my confidence. but i guess it’s okay to say right now–i didn’t like it. it didn’t feel good. why?
was it a trigger? is it intrusive?
I later found out that the front desk lady who commented on my appearance was a substitute for Ashley, the yoga teacher I had come to practice with that day. maybe my expectations were high to see Ashley and i was jolted out of this fantasy and faced with what was real–a new teacher trying to get to know me. i end up loving the substitute’s class by the way, and i feel she was kind of nosy.
it jolted some of my core chakra stuff–my confidence and self-esteem stuff–body issues maybe. this is my work, and, also it hurt.
mom also had a TENDER solar plexus chakra.
there i said it.
i’m holding space for you Maggie right now. you are loved and admired and adored and worthy of your monarch butterfly kingdom. i’m sorry and you belong. yes, you belong, and her saying that made you feel like maybe you didn’t. and you do. you tried a new thing and you loved it. and you can go back. i’m proud of you. you responded very gracefully and with composure and poise and clarity and even joy! you also used humor and didn’t take any negative bait, and now we can see it punctured your solar plexus a little. that’s okay. we know that is one of your tender spots.
i love you and i’m not going anywhere. i’m here for you.
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