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Journaling as Seed for Memoir: A Memoir Moment

Posted by Kathleen Pooler/@kathypooler

 

“The nicest part is being able to write down all my thoughts and feelings, otherwise I might suffocate.” Anne Frank from The Diary of a Young Girl: The Definitive Edition.

 

It all started with the pink diary I received for my eleventh birthday. It had a key so I could lock away all my deepest secrets, like what boy I had a crush on in the sixth grade or all the fun I had at the girl scout camping trip even though those half-cooked hot dogs made me yearn for home.

I could write whatever I was thinking and feeling and nobody would ever know.

Now I am writing a memoir and the whole world will know what I am thinking and feeling. I can’t help but ponder how the transition- from guarding my thoughts with a lock and key to sharing my inner and outer story so openly- happened.

For me, it happened through journaling…

I have journaled for years and never realized that all those times I had poured out my feelings onto the pages of my journal , I was planting the seeds for my memoir.

I still have the blue cloth, three-ring notebook that I created for my senior English teacher, Miss Philips back in 1964. The page dividers have pictures depicting the sections: hopes, beliefs, thoughts, ideas with varied colored plastic tabs where the white labels were inserted.

At the time, it seemed like a silly project. What did Miss Philips know? I can still see her, pencil-thin frame, always dressed in some dark-colored–grey, navy blue or black–dowdy dress or suit. Standing so straight by her desk, she never smiled or wore makeup. Her brown hair was pulled back in a tight bun and her wire-rimmed glasses dangled at the end of her nose.

What in the world would I ever do with that silly notebook?

 

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My First Journal

 

I packed the journal when I went to nursing school and every once in a while, I’d pull it out to glance through the sections. Sometimes, I’d even jot a few thoughts down. For the most part, it lay dormant.

But, as I began my career and started out on my path to contribute to society as an adult, the pages started beckoning me.

It turned out that I did plenty with Miss Philips’s notebook and if I had the chance, I would thank her for the gift of that handmade journal which provided me with a framework to fill in my life story. What started out as an assumption in my adolescent mind that my out-of-touch teacher was wasting my time became a slowly evolving admiration for a teacher who made a lasting difference in my life…

She planted a seed that has bloomed over and over again as I have worked my way through my life challenges.

Without realizing it at the time, I was planting the seeds for my life story.

 

I have journaled through the heartaches of relationship failures, the searing pain of divorce, the loneliness and exhaustion of being a single parent, the terror of dealing with an alcoholic son, the heart wrenching losses of my maternal grandmother, Nan and my best friend, Judy, my own diagnosis of cancer and the illness and death of my beloved father.

The seed journal has spawned many spiral notebooks and decorative journals to accommodate my evolving thoughts and feelings; to capture my moments of need, longing, passion, creativity, my life…the moments that will matter in my memoir.

The journal tells its own story.

*The pages sit blank and patient just waiting to receive my words. As the words fall on the page, the emotions get sorted out. There is something about labeling a feeling that helps to put it into perspective.

*The feelings that grip and gouge on the inside take on a different shape on the outside.

*Knowledge is power and when one becomes clear with one’s own feelings, there is a sense of empowerment.

*When I journaled my way through my father’s 11-day illness and death, I found clarity and solace in my own words. In sharing my deepest, heartfelt grief, I received support and love in return.

Journaling has become my pathway to healing and hope and has helped me to recall, relive and reflect upon the moments and times of my life that will make up my memoir.

Thank you Miss Philips for helping me plant the seeds that have yielded a garden of stories for my memoir.

 

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Look what is growing in my garden
Photo Credit: Nana

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Here is a brief journal entry written in response to a writing prompt at a conference. It that has become a part of my first memoir, now in it’s final edits, Ever Faithful to His Lead: My Journey Away From Emotional Abuse:

The lime green satin dress with the rhinestone design on the bodice slips over my gentle curves as I guide it over my head and wiggle it into place. I pull my stockings up each leg and attach them at the top with metal clasps on the girdle I don’t want to wear. But, it makes me feel grown up. I am twelve years old and getting ready for the cotillion at the end of Madame Helina’s ballroom dancing class. I pull my long,brown hair back into ponytail and slide into my patent leather flats, ready for a practice session into the dancing world of my approaching adolescence.”

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On Tuesday evenings in May, I will be conducting an online workshop Journaling as Seed for Memoir for The National Association of Memoir Writers (NAMW):

May 6-27 2014, 4 weeks (Tuesdays) 4PST, 5 MST, 6 CST, 7 EST

 

$125 for non-members

 

$110 for members

 

To write a memoir, you need to mine memories and get in touch the significant events in your life that have shaped you into the person you are today. It is a voyage of self-discovery. Journaling can help plant the seeds for the story you need to tell. It can become a pathway to healing and hope and help you to recall, relive and reflect upon the moments and times of your life that become your story.

 

What you will learn

 

  • Journaling as a creative process
  • The physical and psychological benefits of writing and journaling
  • Specific techniques for stimulating creativity
  • Methods for organizing a journaling routine
  • How to identify vignettes that can be turned into a larger story
  • How to identify possible themes of a memoir through your own writing

 

 

How it works-From Kathy

 

We’ll get together for four 60-minute telephone sessions. During each session, I’ll offer a lesson on journaling. Then each of you will have an opportunity to share your own journaling experiences and writing. By exploring your own journal entries, we will build a trusting, mutually supportive atmosphere. Between each session, you will write a brief assignment—a response from a writing prompt- and email them to all the class. Because we will be able to read your pieces on our own, you won’t need to read them aloud. We can use class time to work through issues and offer feedback. At every step during and between classes, I will offer guidance to help you discover the heart of your own story. By the end of the sessions, it is my hope that the vignettes you have gathered through writing prompts may become the seeds for your memoir.

 

You can sign up here.

 

How about you? Does journaling help you find your story?

 

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

 

 

Next Week :

 

Monday, 4/28/14: 

Sue William Silverman will be featured in a WOW!Women on Writing Book Tour and Giveaway for her new memoir, The Pat Boone Fan Club with a review and guest post on “Confessions of a Memoirist: My Serial Personalities.”

 

 

 

What is Your Authentic Refreshment?

Posted by Kathleen Pooler/@kathypooler

 

” Silence is creativity’s best friend, and solitude is refreshment for our souls.” Naomi Judd

 

Author’s Note: This post is an adaptation of an interview that was originally presented on Dawn Herring’s blog, Your Authentic Refreshment on 6/28/13

 

You met writer and #JournalChat host Dawn Herring in her guest post last week, “Do You Recognize Your Authentic Voice?”.

 

Welcome back , Dawn!

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Dawn is hosting a series on “My Authentic Refreshment” on her blog.

 

She defines Authentic Refreshment as “engaging in refreshment that is authentic to your personality, preferences, purpose in life, the kind that enables you to appreciate yourself, validate emotions and feelings, and nurture your soul.”

When Dawn asked to interview me about my “authentic refreshment”, I looked forward to taking the time from my busy schedule to explore the ways I incorporate authentic refreshment into my life.

 

Here’s what I said:

 

How I authentically refresh:

 

The three things that come to mind when I think about what charges my batteries, adds positive energy, inspires and helps me keep a fresh perspective are: Prayer, Journaling and Positive Visualization.

 

 

This excerpt from my second work-in-progress memoir Hope Matters: A Memoir of Faith, reveals my prayer roots and ways I have used positive visualization:

 

As a “cradle Catholic” I was brought up with all the traditions and ceremonies of the Roman Catholic faith; so prayer has always been a part of my life. My faith slowly matured from a religion to a spiritual journey where I felt God’s presence in a personal way. It wasn’t until I was diagnosed with a life-threatening illness, Stage Four Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma in 1996 that I sought and found an even deeper relationship with God that sustains me in my times of trial. Journaling and positive visualization also added to my authentic refreshment in a meaningful way, especially during this cancer journey.

 

“On December 19, 1996, worsening shortness of breath and a dry cough had precipitated an early morning trip to the emergency room. As I was pacing near my stretcher, waiting

for the results of the CT scan of my chest, realizing something serious was happening, I cried out in desperation,

 

‘Dear God, please give me the strength to do whatever it is I need to do for this is the battle of my life and for my life.

 

A peace beyond understanding flowed over me and stayed with me throughout my eventual diagnosis of Stage Four Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and my two-year treatment course which included chemotherapy, radiation and a peripheral-stem cell transplant. I allowed myself to be open to accepting help from others–meals, gifts, prayers. God had answered my plea to “do whatever I need to do” to fight the battle.”

 

Throughout my treatment, I journaled my feelings and worked on positive visualizations. On March 17, 1998–Ash Wednesday–the night before being admitted to New England Medical Center in Boston for a peripheral stem-cell transplant, I wrote a list of twelve positive visualizations: attend my friend’s wedding in May, visit my friends in Wisconsin and Missouri during the summer dance at my niece’s wedding with hair in October, etc. I even leafed through an LL Bean catalogue and ordered out an outfit–denim shorts and a gingham blouse in my normal size–that I visualized wearing in the summer.

 

And every single visualization came true.

 

 

Here’s the specific process I use to prepare for effective positive visualization:

Finding a quiet, distraction-free space and time to think and journal, playing soothing background music to get in the mood, taking a hot bath in a darkened bathroom with a lit candle, prayer time and playing the piano.

 

 

 

A list I created and visualized during my illness:


My anxiety and sense of vulnerability–fear of the unknown–over traveling to Boston to start the process of my peripheral stem-cell transplant prompted this list. I wrote these visualizations in my journal while sitting in the hotel room the night before my scheduled appointment at the medical center where I was to discuss the details of the procedure with the transplant RN, see the Oncologist who would do a bone marrow biopsy, see the Cardiologist who would make recommendations since previous chemotherapy had damaged my heart. The visualizations helped me to center my thoughts on the positive rather than the myriad of potential negative outcomes. It worked!

 

 

The frequency of my authentic refreshment:


Positive visualization, prayer and journaling helped me to tap into positive energy during a time when my prognosis was uncertain. It worked so well that I have made it a part of my daily routine. I try to journal daily, even if it is jotting a few thoughts down, but I usually pick up my journal when I need to reflect on my feelings or reactions to something that has happened.

 

My preference for refreshing– solitude versus sharing with a group:

 

Often times positive visualization, prayer and journaling are solitary activities, but any of these can be shared when it feels right. I did have an experience while undergoing chemotherapy that steered me away from sharing temporarily. I had attended one meeting of a cancer support group facilitated by the staff at the cancer treatment center. My expectation was that I might not feel so alone if I talked with other cancer patients. The exact opposite happened. I felt dragged down by the negative energy and pessimism in the group. I wanted to focus my limited energies on the hope of survival not the despair of the diagnosis. I never went back.

 

 

Ways I enjoy and sometimes experience surprising benefits of my authentic refreshment:

All three authentic refreshment activities I have engaged in have grounded me by offering self-awareness, solace and clarity. Sometimes I have been surprised by an insight or recognition of a pattern. Often it has helped me sort out and frame my thoughts. And we are what we say we are, even if we have to “fake it til we make it” initially!

 

 

Engagement provides me with validation of emotions and feelings:

My authentic refreshment provides a safe and sacred place to pour out my deepest feelings and needs.I do not need to worry what others may think or deal with their responses. I can feel free to unload it on the page. Then when I read it back, it may take on a different shape than when it was grinding away inside me. Somehow labeling a feeling feels validating and empowering.

 

When I can identify what I’m feeling, I can decide on actions I may need to take.

 

 

Nourishment of the soul is also a benefit:

These activities help me to get in touch with myself. I am taking time out of a busy day to pay attention to what I am thinking and feeling. I am honoring myself as I would honor a best friend or someone I love. This helps me get in touch with what I need to nourish my own soul–reinforcing healthy boundaries, helping me embrace my unique humanness, and helping me stay connected to what matters most.

 

 

How my authentic refreshment personally empowers me:

By reaffirming my values and beliefs, I can act with more confidence. By being clear on my own feelings and boundaries, I can offer the same to others–allow for differences and respect each other’s differences. It reminds me of a quote (author unknown), “You can’t meet the needs of others if your own needs aren’t met.”

 

 

A final word for others looking for their authentic refreshment:

Learn to trust your feelings. Stop, listen and take time every day to get in touch with yourself and your needs. Find a way that works for you to learn about yourself and honor your own story.

 

How about you? Have you found your authentic refreshment in your life?

 

I’d love to hear from you. The comment malfunction has been fixed so please leave your comments below

 

 

 

 

Announcement: Congratulations, Mary Beth Coudal! Your name was selected in a random drawing of commenters to receive Dawn’s e-book, The Birthday Wall: Create a Collage to Celebrate Your Child.

 

Wednesday, July 17: I will be posting a review of Donald Dempsey’s riveting new memoir, Betty’s Child as part of a Wow! Women on Writing Book Tour. A copy of the memoir will be given to a commenter whose name will be selected in a random drawing of commenters.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reflections on My Mother’s Circle of Love: A Memoir Moment

Posted by Kathleen Pooler/@kathypooler

 

” All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.”  Abraham Lincoln, sixteenth president of the United States.

 

Mother’s Day has come and gone and I feel blessed that I shared it with my own mother this year. She lives 200 miles away but I managed to convince her to come for a two-week visit and she agreed.

Mom is 90. She still lives in her own home of 57 years, goes to the local senior center for Zumba classes twice a week, volunteers at the local food bank and visits the “elderly” in the neighborhood.

 

Truth be told, I have a hard time keeping up with her. 

 

Mom getting ready for the  "Pie & Glove 5k" in 2012 where she place 3rd in the 70+ division
Mom getting ready for the
“Pie & Glove 5k” in 2012 where she placed 3rd in the 70+ division. Even grandpuppy, Sadie, looks on in amazement.

 

When my husband Wayne and I walk through her front door after a four-hour trip to visit her, the pungent aromas wafting from the kitchen entice us to walk right over to the oven where steaming trays and pans reveal the delicious meal that awaits us. No matter how many times we offer to take her out or make the meal, she insists on preparing a feast.

 

Is it any wonder that hunger strikes as soon as any of us steps foot into her home?

 

My three siblings and I look on in gratitude for how well she is doing and how fortunate we are to still have her with us. Her ten grandkids call her “Grambo”, her four great-grandkids call her “GiGi”, and her four kids call her amazing.

 

We all know things can change in a heartbeat. That makes our time with her now all the more precious.

 

When my dear father died in November of 2010, she lost the love of her life. We didn’t know how she would handle not having Dad around. Married for 67 years, they were high school sweethearts who were genuinely devoted to one another for their entire married lives.  My siblings and I are the beneficiaries of their love and devotion. It wasn’t that they never had problems or disagreements; it was how they always seemed to work together to make it work.

 

How do you let go of a love like that?

 

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Dad & Mon at their 67th wedding anniversary celebration two months before Dad died, 2010

 

After Dad died, I noticed she started writing notes to him on pieces of scrap paper stuffed inside the books or magazines she was reading. Here’s a short excerpt ,with Mom’s permission, from 11/28/2011:

 

” My Darling,      

Yesterday marked a very sad and memorable day. One whole year of being without you. I miss you more now that time goes on. We both didn’t realize what a beautiful relationship we had…”

With all my love and memories,

Kay”

 

So I bought her a journal with a pastel vintage print cover and a pink rhinestone clasp. Now she writes to her “Prince” updating him on family events and pouring out her thoughts and feelings.

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Mom’s journal

 

One day during her visit, I saw her on the front porch, deep in thought, as she wrote in her journal:

 

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Mom journaling to her “Prince”

 

She writes when she’s happy. She writes when she’s sad and lonely. She shares her longings and frustrations.

 

I know she has bad, sad, lonely days like we all do but the journaling helps her to honor the love they shared and move on.

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Mom has taught me so many life lessons that guide me through each day, not the least of which are:

 

Unconditional love…”I’ll always be in your corner.”

Boundaries  ” If you don’t respect yourself, no one else will respect you”

Grace in the face of loss” What will be , will be. Accept it and move on.”

Faith...” Your faith will get you through.”

Coping… “ A nice, hot bath can cure just about anything.”

 

This poem written and read by my daughter, Leigh Ann for my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary (1993)  sums up the circle of love Mom nurtured in our family:

I Love You Because…

  I love you for who you are because you are you and

that’s  what makes you special.

When you laugh, I love you because you make me laugh.

When you’re sad, I love you because I hate to see you sad.

When you’re around, I love you because my heart opens for you.

When we’re apart, I love you because when I think of you, I smile.

Never forget, I will always love you

because you have taught me to love.”

Love,

Leigh Ann

11/92

 

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Leigh Ann with “Grambo” after completing a marathon in her Grandpa’s memory, 2011

 

Thank you, Mom, Grambo, Gigi. You are a treasure and we love you!

 

Your circle of love ripples out from you to all of us.

 

You have taught us all how to love.

 

How about you? What lessons have you learned from your mother? 

 

I’d love to hear your thoughts. Please leave a comments below~

 

Announcement: Congratulations to Susan Weidener. Your name was selected in a random drawing to receive a copy of Nancy Stephan’s memoir, The Truth About Butterflies.

 

This Week: I’m also over at Pubslush with an interview about Memoir Writer’s Journey. Hope you’ll join me over there too.

 

Next Week: Memoir Author Janet Givens discusses “The Challenges and Rewards of Writing a Peace Corps Memoir.”

Writing My Memoir Helped Me Find True Love: A Valentine Guest Post by Memoir Author Andrea Lewis

A Guest Post by Andrea Lewis/@dredrelew

“Whatever it takes to break your heart and wake you up is grace”Mark Matousek, Sex Death Enlightenment: A True Story

"Valentine Heart" by Caraman/dreamstimefree
“Valentine Heart” by Caraman/dreamstimefree

I am very pleased to feature Memoir Author Andrea Lewis in this guest post on finding self-love. I can’t think of a better time to discuss self-love than during the week of Valentine’s Day.

Andrea and I met during a #JournalChatLive on Twitter with host Dawn Herring. We have been following one another ever since. Her memoir is filled with drama, emotional turmoil and an inspiration to never give up. Here are my reviews of Andrea’s memoir, Dramaville is Not a Place;It’s a State of Mind on Amazon, Goodreads and Smashwords.

Welcome , Andrea!

Memoir Author Andrea Lewis
Memoir Author Andrea Lewis

The last thing I need to let go of is my job.

This was my journal entry on August, 15, 2010. I was having a week from hell at the Office and I was completely fed up, not only in my professional life but my personal life.

I had just spent the last three years in a toxic relationship that regurgitated my past. It resulted in me severing ties with the guy as well as with my family. I “thought” I had finally tossed my emotional baggage to the curb.

Yet I was still unhappy.

Two weeks later after my journal entry, I was meditating and I heard a whisper: you need to write your story. I was not exactly thrilled about it and I vowed that there was no way, no how I was going to exhume the past again.

But God works in mysterious ways.

Shortly after my epiphany I had some friends over and one of my friends randomly said, “I think you should write a book.” The following day something within me awakened and my muse came to life.

I had no outline or even any idea what exactly I was going to write about my story. I just happened to start in the middle of my life and from that point on, the words kept flowing and I was flooded with a slew of memories.

What I did not anticipate was how my life turned topsy-turvy. The Office politics seemed amplified, long-standing friendships were being rattled, and I was being stalked by my ex-boyfriend. I was physically, mentally and spiritually drained.

The past thirty-nine years of my roller-coaster life was finally catching up to me and months into writing my memoir, I went on stress-leave from my job.

It was time for me to heal from the self-destructive path I had been on that included a cycle with broken relationships, partying, excessive drinking and binge eating.

I also confronted my childhood trauma of sexual and physical abuse I endured at the hands of my half-brother. I revisited my brother’s suicide as well as unresolved issues from my divorce.

But I didn’t do it alone.

Thankfully I had regular appointments with my therapist and weekly coffee dates with a friend. I journaled daily, I meditated, practiced yoga and walked outdoors in nature. I also screamed in frustration, cried and punched pillows in order to channel the intense emotions I experienced.

Though therapeutic, there were numerous times I wanted to give up, but I didn’t. I believed in healing myself, I was going to help others by sharing my story. Most importantly I learned some very valuable lessons: self-love, self-acceptance and to take responsibility for my life, instead of blaming others for my unhappiness.

In the end, I stopped trying to escape from the woman looking back at me in the mirror and found my one true love. It was me all along.

All I had to do was love me and honor my soul.

Dramaville Book Cover
Dramaville Book Cover

Dramaville may be ordered here.

Giveaway: The name of a random commenter will be picked to win a free copy of Andrea’s memoir Dramaville on Sunday 2/17. The winner will be notified via email.

Biography

Andrea Lewis is the founder of Independently Fine, a website offering motivational quotes geared to empowering women and for men who embrace them.

She has guest blogged her story on the Spirited Woman website and her inspirational message has been featured in the Wild Sister e-magazine.

Andrea Lewis lives in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. Connect with Andrea at http://www.andreamlewis.com, on Twitter@dredrelew, Andrea Lewis-Author Facebook page, Pinterest,Goodreads.

 

 

Thank you , Andrea, for sharing how writing your memoir has helped you to find your one true love, yourself. Your story inspires us all to write our way to self-love. I also appreciate how journaling through your experiences helped you get started on writing your story.

On this Valentine’s Day, 2013, may we all take a lead from Andrea and find our own self-love.

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heart/ flickr creative commons

 

How about you? Has writing helped you to understand, accept and and love yourself?

 

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

 

This Week: I’m also over at Belinda Nicoll’s blog My Rite of Passage with a guest post on her “Finding the Gist of Your Story Series: My Memoir-In -Progress”

 

Next Week: “Preserving My Dad’s Stories: A Memoir Moment”