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How Vulnerability Can Be A Beautiful Gift in Memoir Writing: A Guest Post by Barbara Techel

A guest post by Barbara Techel @joyfulpaws posted by Kathleen Pooler/@kathypooler

 

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk to let it blossom.”Anais Nin

 

I am very happy to feature Memoir Author Barbara Techel  again this week.  As you may remember, Barbara touched us all with her guest post on “Evolving Spiritually Through the Love of Animals” last August. Barbara has just released Through Frankie’s Eyes: One Woman’s Journey to her Authentic Self and the Dog on Wheels Who Led the Way, a lovely testimony to her genuine love of animals with a focus on Frankie and how she inspired so many. My reviews can be found on Amazon and Goodreads. (Tissue alert: You will fall in love with Frankie.)

 

Welcome back, Barbara!

Memoir Author Barbara Techel
Memoir Author Barbara Techel

 

 

The quote by Anais Nin really resonates with me. It reminds me of a time over seven years ago when I could no longer stay in the comfortable place I was. I wanted more. But I was also scared. I didn’t know if I could go outside of my comfort zone—to be vulnerable loomed large in front of me.

Frankie's spirit live son through Wheelchair Joie while Kylie watches in the background
Frankie’s spirit lives on through Wheelchair Joie while Kylie watches in the background.

 

 

As I wrote my memoir, I realized I was beginning a process to open myself to being vulnerable. As I wrote my story, I found myself crying at times as I let the words spill across the page. I also found myself worrying once again what others may think of me when they read my book. Would they disagree? Would they be mad? What would they think?

Each day I’d show up to do the work— and continue the writing. Each day that I did, I felt a small piece of myself heal. I also felt myself beginning to bloom in unimaginable ways. I started to believe in myself. I started to feel more comfortable in my own skin. I felt like I was a flower beginning to slowly open my petals to possibilities.

I was beginning to feel the warm embrace around my heart of finally accepting who I am.

In late May my memoir was written. I had done it! It was now time for the editing stage and fine tuning to begin.  I was rejoicing in the fact I had let myself be open to the page and let my feelings wash over many chapters. I was well on my way to releasing my story to the world.

Then something happened that stopped me in my tracks. Someone I loved dearly, core to my story, passed away. I couldn’t even think about pushing my book out into the world. I needed time to grieve.

Something that became very clear to me through this process was that I was once again vulnerable. It never truly leaves us, but comes in waves at different times in our lives.  I was feeling vulnerable because of the deep pain and grief I was feeling for my loss. All I wanted to do was swim in the sadness.

I was also feeling unconfident because everything I had planned in regards to when I thought my story would be published was now unknown. Now I didn’t know when my book would find its place in the world. As I moved through the days and weeks, I began to realize I would indeed fulfill my dream of finishing my book. I still didn’t know when, but the confidence I had gained in writing my memoir, gave me a knowing and trust in myself that I would eventually publish it. I believed in my process and I knew I wouldn’t let myself down.

Though the unknown felt vulnerable I called on my faith to carry me through.

That day finally came. It was all Divine timing. My book was now edited, the book cover design done, and layout complete. As I sat holding the finished book in my hand I marveled at the accomplishment. I never felt more ready. Or so I thought.

Once again I faced the feeling I thought I could escape.  The feeling of putting yourself out into the world baring your struggles, your feelings, and your heart, made vulnerability appear again.  As I asked for endorsements and reviews, I knew I’d have to send my book to each perspective reviewer. Oh, how my fingers trembled as I hit the send button. And then I waited.

I sat in the discomfort of feeling yet again, vulnerable—sometimes for a fleeting moment, but at other times it lingered for days. Then one day I recalled the Anais Nin quote.

The place I was before, afraid to go out of my comfort zone, was actually more painful than the risk I was taking in sharing my story and opening myself up to others.

The best part of being vulnerable is that I realize no matter what anyone else may think or say about my book, I know I did the work. I know I put every bit of my soul into my writing. I know in my heart of hearts I want to inspire others— I want to continue to make a difference.

This is where vulnerability is an amazing beautiful gift. For if we welcome it with open arms, it will take us not only to a new place of healing for ourselves, but quite possibly help someone else to do just the same.

 

 

Through Frankie's Eyes Book Cover
Through Frankie’s Eyes Book Cover

 

Author’s Bio:

Barbara Techel is a passionate advocate for dogs with Intervertebral Disc Disease (IVDD) and dogs in wheelchairs. She is also passionate about helping others see their challenges in a positive way. After her dachshund, Frankie suffered a spinal injury she was custom-fitted for a wheelchair and Barbara realized the beautiful opportunity she had to spread a positive message that animals with disabilities can and do live quality lives if given a chance.

In her newest book, “Through Frankie’s Eyes” she takes you on a journey that led her to live her own truth and live with more joy, all because of what Frankie was teaching her along the way.

In August 2012 she founded National Walk ‘N Roll Dog Day in memory of Frankie and in honor of all dogs in wheelchairs. She also started the Frankie Wheelchair Fund which helps dogs who need wheelchairs whose families may not be able to afford them, or for dogs in rescue.

She is the award-winning author of the children’s book series “Frankie, the Walk ‘N Roll Dog” which are true, inspirational stories about her paralyzed dachshund. Frankie teaches us that no matter our challenges, we can persevere with a positive attitude. And despite our challenges we can each give back in our own, unique way. Frankie is Wisconsin Pet Hall of Fame Companion Dog.

Barbara’s books have received National Best Book for children’s picturebook, Merial Human-Animal Bond award, Editor’s Choice from Allbooks Review, Indie Excellence finalist and Indie Excellence winner.
Frankie’s story also appears in “Every Dog Has a Gift” by Rachel McPhearson, published by Penguin/Tarcher March 2010 and “Dogs and the Women Who Love Them: Extraordinary True Stories of Love, Healing and Inspiration” by Linda and Allen Anderson published Fall 2010 by New World Library (recommended by Oprah’s O Magazine).

Also featured in Woman’s World magazine, The American Dog, Dog Living magazine, USAToday.com and AOL PawNation.

Barbara can be reached at:

www.joyfulpaws.com

www.twitter.com/joyfulpaws

www.facebook.com/joyfulpaws

 

Thank you, Barbara, for showing us how vulnerability can be a gift!

 

Even Max. our Golden boy, enjoys reading about Frankie
Even Max. our Golden boy, enjoys reading about Frankie

 

How about you? What has helped you deal with the vulnerability that comes with writing? Do you see it as a gift?

 

Barbara will give away a free copy of Through Frankie’s Eyes to a random commenter.

 

We’d love to hear from you. Please leave your comments below~

 

 

 

This Week: I am also still over at Lorenzo’s blog with a guest post, ” Defining Moment: Where Will Your Memoir Begin?” and at Victoria Johnson’s blog with a guest post on “Creative Space”

 

 

 

 

Next Week: “Why Wild Works: Memoir Writing Tips

 

Finding My Hope in Philly: A Memoir Moment

Posted by Kathleen Pooler/@kathypooler

” For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord,”plans to prosper you and not to harm you; plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11

 

How does hope work in your life?

 

Hope through faith is a powerful theme in my life and in my memoir-in-progress. Sometimes, it wavers though and I need a little boost. My weekend in Philly with Susan Weidener and the Women’s Writing Circle proved to be just what I needed to get that boost.

 

When Susan invited me to present a workshop on journaling for the Women’s Writing Circle, I was honored and excited for the opportunity. I had taught many nursing workshops in my career but this would be my first writing workshop. Boy, was I in for a treat.

 

Susan and I met on LinkedIn –therein lies the power of the internet for making meaningful connections– when I shared a blog post on using fiction writing techniques in memoir. I was intrigued by one of her comments about standing in your truth and decided to read her memoir, Again in a Heartbeat which I loved for its gripping honesty and universal hopeful message of life after loss. Then I read the sequel, Morning at Wellington Square about finding one’s purpose after a loss, which I also loved.

 

When I learned more about the Women’s Writing Circle and Susan’s work with helping women find their voices, I visualized myself being a part of the group. My memoir-in-progress is about all the self-defeating detours I took because I hadn’t found my voice. I was 43- years-old when I did. Better late than never.

 

In the meantime, I was planning a trip to visit my 96-year-old aunt in a Wayne, PA nursing home and was running into one snag after the next.

 

Before I knew it, Susan had invited me to co-facilitate this workshop that was near my aunt’s nursing home.

 

It really does pay to dream.

 

Friday, Susan picked me up at the Paoli train station –actually more of a pit stop with a small wooden platform and a few folding chairs. But I noticed, it even had a library:

 

Library at Paoli,PA train stop
Library at Paoli,PA train stop

 

 

We drove to see Aunt Glenna at the nearby nursing home and had a lovely two-hour visit:

 

 

Visiting with Aunt Glenna

 

The workshop was on Saturday and I was excited to meet the women in person as I felt I had already “met” them through their engaging and poignant stories and poems in The Slants of Light anthology which will be launched in the Spring:

 

Cover for Slants of Light Anthology, available soon.
Cover for Slants of Light Anthology, available soon.

 

The workshop was filled with heartfelt sharing and writing. As a teacher, I have always been amazed at how much I learn and grow through the process of teaching and this workshop was no exception.

 

After discussing journaling tips, the healing benefits of journaling and journaling tools, we split up into pairs, wrote from writing prompts then shared our writing with our partner. After lunch, we gathered in the circle to share our writing with the entire group.

 

Next to a vase of coral-colored roses, a cylindrical white candle  burned atop a lace-draped small round table in the center to honor the sacredness of our words and stories.

 

As I listened, I experienced heartfelt connections to the stories of the other women. It was a testimony to the power of women’s voices in sharing, connecting and healing.

 

Susan and I at the Women's Writing Circle Journaling Workshop 2/23/13
Susan and I at the Women’s Writing Circle Journaling Workshop 2/23/13

 

I have mentioned the heartbreak of a son who struggles with substance abuse, a story that is always close at heart. So the prompt I chose during the writing exercise which led to this letter to my son, B was “One reason I get sad is” …

…sometimes knowing you are still struggling with who you  are and where you fit  into the world. When I visualize you, I see your many talents; your sensitivity; your dark, dancing eyes; your generous heart.

I see the four-year-old boy who shared his dripping orange popsicle with his little friend, Becky while the two of  sat at the end of the driveway one hot summer afternoon.

I see the seven-year-old rascal at the top of the pine tree, waving your hands above your head, “Look Ma, no hands” as I watched in terror and frustration, trying to coax you down.

I see the kind and loving 10-year-old reaching out to hold the hand of an elderly nursing home resident during a school trip.

I look up at the gangly 13-year-old young man with the crackly voice before you darted off to joke and spar with your friends.

And I wonder, where did it all go so wrong?

What happened to that precious son of mine who now sits in his apartment, alone,and struggles day-to-day to make some sense of the life he hasn’t had? Who looks back at the lost opportunities and dreams and mourns his path?

With fierce mother love, I hang on to hope;

hope that you will reconnect with that little boy within who has so much innate goodness and worth;

hope that you will begin to see  yourself as I see you- healthy, whole and still filled with promise.”

 

After hearing my story and knowing I would be meeting B during a two-hour layover at Penn Station, the women of the Circle encouraged me to read it to him.

I wasn’t sure what I would do.

Although, we’d been in contact, I hadn’t seen B in thirteen months. He met me as planned and I did read him the story, after giving him a big hug and sitting across from him at dinner to hear his story.

My voice teetered a bit toward the end, especially when I read the word “hope.”

Looking at one another through tear-glazed eyes, my handsome, sober 37-year-old son reached across the table to touch my hand and with  a slight smile and nod said,

“I like it, Mom. I am hopeful.”

 

Hope multiplies when it is shared.

 

Thank you Susan and lovely women of the Women’s Writing Circle for helping me tap deeper into my hope.

 

Through my faith and with a little help from my friends, I did find my hope in Philly.

 

“Then you will call on me and come and pray to me and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.” Jeremiah 29: 12-13

 

How about you? Do you have a story of hope to share?

 

 

I’d love to hear from you. Please leave your comments below~

 

 

Announcement: Congratulations to Marlena Baraf for winning a copy of Lorenzo Martinez‘ children’s book, The Ballerina and Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich. Anyone one who wrote music for Captain Kangaroo, as Lorenzo did, has got to be good with children!

 

This Week: I am also still over at Lorenzo’s blog with a guest post, ” Defining Moment: Where Will Your Memoir Begin?” and at Victoria Johnson’s blog with a guest post on “Creative Space”

 

 

 

 

Next Week: Memoir Author Barbara Techel will return to discuss “How Vulnerability Can Be a Beautiful Gift in Memoir Writing”, in conjunction with the release of her memoir, Through Frankie’s Eyes: One Woman’s Journey to Her Authentic Self and the Dog on Wheels Who Led the Way.