by Stephanie Dale | Dec 15, 2024 | Being human, Longing, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
Big missions look soooo straightforward from a distance. And then we step forward to start. Only to find we can no longer see the mountaintop for the trees. There’s an impenetrable forest in our face. This is the nature of the process! Throughout the writing...
by Stephanie Dale | Dec 15, 2024 | Longing, Un/silencing, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
There are 5 essential elements to the alchemy of writing practice for women who are ‘not a writer’ And then there is the 6th. Recently I wrote about The Writer’s Breath, the breathing practice that weaves the writer through the brain’s wave...
by Stephanie Dale | Nov 28, 2024 | Longing, Un/silencing, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
A passing line from a friend has snagged my attention. She said: “your book will be the last book ever written.” She is right. The books we write now will be the last books we can be certain were not written by artificial intelligence. AI itself is not...
by Stephanie Dale | Nov 28, 2024 | Being human, Longing, Un/silencing, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
Writing a book, or writing anything that matters, is one of the most terrifying things you’ll ever do. I was an Australian kid who spent her summers at the swimming pool. When I was 12 I took a bus to the fabulous pool in town. Among its many pools was one...
by Stephanie Dale | Nov 28, 2024 | Being human, Longing, Pilgrimage, Walk & Write, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
Turmeric latte, extra hot, extra frothy, large, takeaway: this is my current order at the local coffee shop. It has long been this way, since MacDonald’s came to my town when I was a teenager and I’d argue for my cheeseburger with no pickles – I...
by Stephanie Dale | Nov 5, 2024 | Ageing, Longing, Pilgrimage, Walk & Write, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
In 2007, I flew to Rome to walk with my son across Italy and through the Balkans. In sublime understatement, you might say the pilgrim bug had bitten him, hard – he had walked from Canterbury and was on his way to Jerusalem. On our third night out of Rome, just...
