Ancient and Half Awake
Poetry community
You are a voice and it matters.
For thousands of years humans have been singing. There was a time when song, story and sentiment was shared around a fire by the sea, or an outcrop by the woods. Voices were heard and cherished and celebrated. For a while there (and still today), poetry was buried, songs were burned, libraries stifled and the wisdom of women cast away. It makes me wonder how many of us still silence that voice within; The bird in the cage that doesn’t realize the door’s been wide open for a while now.
Love Returned
This space, Ancient and Half Awake, is the circle of gathered voices at the fire by the sea. A place where the ancient song that never left you can twirl, dazzle and spin under the moonlight of love letters, poetry, prose and short story. I want to celebrate your voice no matter how small, fragile, exuberant or full of roar you think it is! We must write, so our wrists don’t ache. So the words don’t get stuck in our bones and quite literally stop us ill. We must write so the women before us, voices once buried, can breathe through our words. Our shared ancient wisdom, half awake and rising.
We, the circle of trees…
I believe this space, virtual as it may be, is alive with roots and will hold each other upright as a circle of trees. Here, you will read and share that ancient song of yours. Here, we tap into the surface of the heart, not the mind. Where the things that lay half awake surface the pain into poetry, the silence into story and the prayer into tangible words that someone else may be tangled up in, too. We celebrate the wicked and the roar, the beauty and the soft sweetness of a few words. Do not be lonely in your words.
The Invitation
As a free subscriber you will be able to read the weekly post on Sunday’s with a journal writing prompt.
As a paid subscriber, you will:
Read the weekly post on Sunday’s with a prompt
Post your own writing in a sacred space
Be able to read and engage with others in the chat
Read the special guest Words of Wisdom
Readers, you are welcome here. Sitting by the fire to listen is so, so important. The act of reading, growing quiet and taking in information, is just as part of the process of awakening your inner wisdom as writing is. And when it’s time, BE a writer. Keep it close between those journal pages, or share with us.
Do you hear it?
Your gifts are no mistake. Your words could mean the world to one person who shares the same note of that ancient song of yours.
Join the circle of trees in the clearing of the woods. Share with us that sweet story you cradle in your arms.
xoxo
Nicole
Can’t wait!!