Writing for Resilience

What keeps you inspired in uncertain times?

What keeps you inspired in uncertain times?

Sometimes, when the world seems like too much, I pull a heavy, fuzzy blanket over myself and disappear into a novel. This month, as the world spins, and wobbles, I’ve been reading The Paris Network--our creative community’s book of the month. I invite you to pick up this story (or another great book) and see what happens when you forget your surroundings, your time for a minute…

Suddenly you’re in France, World War II, the occupation. You pop into a bookshop. The owner writes “poetry prescriptions” to keep the townsfolk strong, runs a resistance book club with banned books. Poetry falls from the sky in airdrops. And it’s all based on true events: the banned books, the resistance publishers, the literature and poetry woven into the novel, like “Liberté” by Paul Eluard.

Under the story, there’s a truth that will, no doubt, resonate with you:

Sometimes, literature (or art) is more important than food.

Making sense of life with writing--Linda Alley

Making sense of life with writing--Linda Alley

Do you use writing to make sense of the world--or yourself?

Or maybe to escape for a while?

If you’re one of those people who make sense of the world through writing--and who loves to connect with others through writing and writing communities, the question of how you keep going becomes something, well, essential.

Today’s blog post is a special one for me--and I think it will be for you. I interviewed Linda Alley and I think Linda’s answers will get us all reflecting on how we keep going. How we keep making sense of the world and ourselves through the act of putting a pen to paper.

Write about Your Life: Resilience and writing that connects.

If there has ever been a time to write about our lives, maybe it’s today.

What curious peaks and crests we find ourselves sailing. Questions. Decisions. Restarts.

And if this is a time of turbulence, it is also one of creativity.

I’ve been through times in my life that left me searching and forced to recreate life from scratch in the past. During those times, I found myself in writing. I didn’t have a plan. I wasn’t trying to add on some new self-care regimen.

I just had to write. I literally felt my body drawn back to the pen and paper. Maybe it was just the thing I did to keep from being lost at sea during times of personal crisis.

But now? There has never been a more important time to write.

These days, it sometimes feels like we are all sharing a ride on these rough seas.

We are reinventing, recreating: You and I, the person sitting near you on the bus. The neighbor you cross paths with once in a while...

And like so many aspects of writing, maybe we begin because it helps us find meaning. Or because it lays something to rest. Or because it allows something to be reborn.

But then, on occasion, that writing that started as a furtive scribble in a journal somewhere turns into art: