How completely blissful it is, to wake up to an inbox filled with the work of talented writers, blossoming together on their own terms.
Yes, I’m talking about the women of Invincible Summer, the first-ever course session, the first-ever tribe gathering. I’m basking in the light of seeing women writing together, bouncing off of each others’ energy, supporting one another with vision and insight and encouragement and love.
My favorite thing about being a teacher (of writing, of yoga, of language–anything) is watching people bloom.
And I believe, firmly, that they do it themselves. The teacher is an instigator, if she’s good–but it’s these women who are doing the work, and I’ve never felt so proud of any group I have led or taught. I don’t take credit for this beauty, but I feel pride in these women because I’ve been watching them grow.
With the first session (yep, that’s right, it’s only the first–we’ll do another starting in mid-July) of Invincible Summer well underway, I’ve gotten permission from some of these journeyers to share links to their creations over the past week.
Watch them bloom (all of these ladies gave me permission to share):
Nancy Lennon took a quote I had emailed to the group and turned it not only into a gorgeous free-write, but also into a blog post lush with photography that made me drool with jealousy. (Oh, how I need to get outside with a camera more often.)
Gaelach, our resident spiritual outlaw, wrote of character, courage, and jumping off cliffs. Bravo, brava!
Michelle Halpern wrote this week about her big “aha!” moment–realizing the importance of writing in your own style, cause good writing is good writing, regardless of genre.
The lovely Elisa has been on fire, writing all week & putting together an ecourse of her own. I can’t wait to see her work blossom even more.
And that’s not all we have … I’m going to be featuring more of these shining talents as the weeks go on. I don’t even feel quite right saying that I’m “proud,” because they are doing the work, creating the beauty, putting their own spin and sparkle on each prompt.
Nevertheless, pride is what I feel. Pride, chills, and deepest gratitude.
p.s. There’s still time to sign up for the course–I’m closing registration tonight, but as of now, there are still seats on the bus.