during our memoir class yesterday Andee asked us to break-up into groups of 3 and bounce our ideas off one another for a possible memoir. i worked with 2 fantastic gentlemen who were supportive, kind, open and generous. we listened to one anothers ideas. we shared in awkward silences and laughter and we gave each person the space to share their voice and their story along with it. it is a scary thing to put yourself inside-out for others to see. especially, strangers. but i placed my trust in these class members and i received what i needed.
we were then set off on our own to write. i found a quiet bench near the library, took my pen and pad out and tried to write. thoughts flooded. some complete sentences, other words, phrases, memories. pages were filled with scribbles and pain and laughter and fear. but after 90 minutes of scratching and clawing for a beginning - i wrote.
again we were asked to get back into our groups of 3 and read and respond. i felt a little crazy reading what i wrote and felt vulnerable and open. again, the group members gave me just what i needed: encouragement, thoughtful question and belief in myself. i am proud of my work and proud of the group members for their open hearts.
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