My writing journey, like yours, has been shaped by the uncanny flow of ideas, relationships, events, landscapes, cultural winds, and lived experience.
By being born a Boomer, into a privileged Western culture, to a refugee-immigrant mother and a first-generation-Canadian father. By silencing my socially unwelcome mother tongue and learning English in school.
By feeling terrified to write, compelled to write, thrilled to write, grateful to write. By romancing the written word for as long as I can recall.
By earning a bachelor of education degree and a masters in communications studies. By writing newspaper stories, publications for business and government, marketing copy, scholarly articles, speeches for politicians, a creative non-fiction book, a writing column for an online magazine, a workbook on writing with the ever-present muse, and a host of other things.
By standing on the shoulders of writers and writing teachers who have welcomed me into their pages. By sitting at the feet of integral thought leaders and practitioners of various wisdom traditions.
By guiding writers, helping graduate students birth their professional voices, and facilitating writing workshops internationally. By collaborating with others on writing that serves something greater than our individual wants.
By following the creative current wherever it leads, and now there is an experimental novel - a contemplation of living and dying - poking its head through the page.
By living much of my adult life under clear and spacious prairie skies and nowadays with my beloved on the unceded traditional territory of the Snuneymuxw First Nation on Vancouver Island, Canada, with its overlapping distances and soft shadows, across the Salish Sea from Vancouver where I was born and raised.
If there is one constant that has threaded its way through my nomadic writing journey, it is attuned writing.