“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.” -Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland One of the things that I love about poetry is that in the span of just a few short stanzas and phrases an entire story can be told. I spent my weekend immersed in stories; working on my latest poetry book; within the pages there are … Continue reading Letters To My Younger Self
March is here and its time for spring cleaning- not that springtime will be appearing in Alaska anytime soon, it’s -2 degrees as I write these words. But the sun is shining brilliantly and the days are getting longer and this being my last spring here, I am keenly aware that I only have a few months left in a place I’ve called home all … Continue reading What Is To Come
I’ve decided to start featuring an excerpt from one of my books on this blog! Below is a passage from Lamentations of The Sea: 111 passages on grief, love, loss and letting go. Additional information can be found here. Happy Reading! -BethAnne “For Luck” I’ve started calling them Brent pennies and collecting them in a cup as a symbol of love and luck. It’s not … Continue reading For Luck: from Lamentations of the Sea
Inspiration is a mercurial thing. One moment its winds come whipping upon you, pushing you forward to new waters. The next, gone, dead in the sea, wondering which way to go and why you got on the boat in the first place. So it goes with writing. I’ve been working on my next book of poetry, a compilation of some past pieces I’ve yet to … Continue reading Into The Wind
I am learning as I go- in life in general, and in the life of writing- that you really need to develop the ability to laugh at yourself along with the ability to make mistakes. Mistakes are the gateway for figuring out how to do things differently and laughter the balm that reminds us not to ever take anything too seriously including ourselves. Back in … Continue reading Keep On Writing. Anyway.
I used to think that writing a book would somehow be the pinnacle of writing. And for a long time it was. Books escaped me despite my best efforts at beginning them. I’d sit down to put one together, feel daunted by the task, and not get past page one of a good idea. Then last spring I drew on new inspiration after the loss … Continue reading Such Great Heights
How do any of us separate and distinguish ourselves from the incessant flow of information we run into daily? I find myself trying to take more space lately. Turning off the news. Ignoring the anxiety that frets about what’s happened now? Reminding myself that each of us needs to stand up in awareness and awakening and conscious actions at this time of upheaval and change. And … Continue reading We Sing A Common Theme