by Stephanie Dale | Sep 8, 2024 | Longing, Pilgrimage, Un/silencing, Walk & Write, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
It is timely to speak of longing. I had many responses to last week’s missive about the inner self: the liar, the thief, the monster within – the one running around declaring ‘my’ truth and ‘my’ reality to a (not)listening world. ...
by Stephanie Dale | Sep 8, 2024 | Longing, Pilgrimage, Un/silencing, Walk & Write, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
We live in vicious times. With all the resources and riches, material and otherwise, available to us, we have turned on ourselves. A couple of weeks ago I wrote a post titled ‘Help, my book is eating me’. It was code. Message in a cyber bottle. For it is...
by Stephanie Dale | Sep 8, 2024 | Longing, Pilgrimage, Un/silencing, Walk & Write, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
It can be lonely writing a book. The writer and her story, bound in time, imagination and memory. It’s not uncommon to feel as if the book is devouring you, as if in all the world there is only the writer and the page, no witness, no ally, no point – just...
by Stephanie Dale | Aug 18, 2024 | Longing, Un/silencing, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
Greetings from the coming spring. Where I am, on a small island at the bottom of the world, this means fluffy sparrows in the bare branches of the peach tree and bulbs unfurling from the wintered earth. Writing too is an unfurling. Writing is thought made matter,...
by Stephanie Dale | Aug 4, 2024 | Ageing, Longing, Pilgrimage, Walk & Write, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
In the twenty years I’ve been writing I’ve only ever written two sentences I can recall at will: The first is kind of clunky, yet I love it for its sentiment: “Like a good country song that goes round and back again, mountains everywhere sing the...
by Stephanie Dale | Jul 25, 2024 | Longing, Pilgrimage, Un/silencing, Walk & Write, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
On my last Camino I met a German woman called Annetta. At the beginning of the journey she was all archetypal German precision in her personal presentation, neat tidy clipped self-contained. Half way through the pilgrimage I glanced across a village square and there...
