Friday happy hour: Community is everything and it's all right here
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Spring greetings, friends! April is here at last. It’s my birthday in a week so this month always brings me joy (that dance I spoke of earlier this week). I love celebrating my birthday even if the year milestone this year seems jarring for how I feel inside (64 years old? How can that be?)
This week I bring you, faithful and cherished paid subscriber, my occasional Friday Happy Hour series where I focus on just one of the four guideposts of my life—Clarity, Connection, Community and Creativity—so I can go deeper and wider in sharing all the goodness I find, here on Substack and elsewhere. Since Clarity and Connection have had their turn (see here and here), it’s time to think about COMMUNITY.
Please share your favorite communities or ways of finding community in the comments. To leave a comment, click on the headline to jump to my Substack page and scroll to the bottom. Or just leave a heart. I love hearing from readers.
So here’s what got me thinking about COMMUNITY this week:
EMBODIED WRITING
The Visceral Self: Writing Through the Body, a seasonal intensive, kicked off April 3 with
and a very active, generous and lively community of creatives. As Jeannine shares, during the intensive we “journey slowly and intentionally through the seven chakras as we deeply explore” all of this goodnessEmbodied literary readings to inspire us.
Paired yin yoga poses and breathing exercises to increase physical awareness (poses offered focus on honoring the body and are appropriate for all levels with variations available as desired).
Short guided meditations to prepare you to write.
Powerful structured writing exercises designed to unlock your awareness of the stories held within.
After a candelight yoga nidra experience led by Jeannine’s daughter and co-teacher
on zoom for Founding members last night, I found myself floating in and out of my consciousness, moving from fear and anxiety (worry over Mom’s health setback in memory care) to peace and relaxation until, as Billie promised, my breath was a golden light filling the darkened room. Over the next 12 weeks, writing with this community will surely be both restorative and surprising. My body holds all the secrets, to language and life, and I think it’s ready to share.If you’d like to keep reading and receive twice-weekly posts and my voiceovers, consider a paid subscription to help me sustain this writing venture, a labor of love.
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