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 4, 2024 | Ageing, Being human, Longing, Un/silencing, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
Two encounters with friends recently reminded me of the alchemical power of writing, The first was at my book launch last weekend, when in conversation with Judy she wondered out loud: “I don’t trust words. “People use words and I don’t...
by Stephanie Dale | Oct 31, 2024 | Being human, Longing, Pilgrimage, Un/silencing, Walk & Write, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
A wise old woman once told me about FEA. Anna is a mystic whose life is a prayer to wisdom, and she is old, of the legendary kind. It was Anna who told me about FEA – fucking enough already. It’s only when we’ve had enough, said Anna, that we make...
by Stephanie Dale | Sep 26, 2024 | Being human, Longing, Pilgrimage, Un/silencing, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
It is only when someone looks back at us that we know we exist. I learned this the first time I drove across Australia. It was decades ago and I wanted to see how long it would take. FYI, 60 hours. Five days straight, 12 hours a day. When I looked across the land I...
