AROHO, Chingonas, Dreams, Goals, How to be a Chingona, Travel, Uncategorized, Writing

Ghost Ranch, Greek Myths, and Writing

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Sunset over Sandstone at Ghost Ranch. Gettyimages.

My bags aren’t packed yet for my trip tomorrow to Ghost Ranch in Abiquiu, New Mexico, because one of the kids beat me to the washing machine this morning. I’m not stressing though because I am still drifting on a dream.

Last January I thought about my goals for the year. The intention word to myself was “Create.” To make the word more concrete, I found and filled out a printable called “Roadmap to My Dreams.”  In the area “bravery is a matter of belief, and I believe I can…” I listed “…submit my writing for a fellowship, contest, anthology, or magazine.”

In a matter of days I came across the website for A Room Of Her Own (AROHO): A Foundation for Women Writers. One of my writing buddies, Florencia, attended in 2012 and talked about her life changing experiences.  Applications for fellowships would close in three weeks. The chatter in my head kept me thinking about this challenge. There are thousands of writers who would love to attend a weeklong retreat filled with writers, poets, and published authors leading workshops. Should I or shouldn’t I submit for a fellowship.

I reminded myself of Sandra Cisneros’ “How To Be A Chingona in 10 Easy Steps.

Step One: Live for your own approval. Center yourself. Be alone. Create your own space.

There was that word again: Create. That is just what I needed to recharge myself. I submitted my application with a 10 page writing sample and was accepted. Writing is usually lonely and acknowledgements don’t come as often as rejection letters, so honestly, this award surprised the s*it out of me.

As a double bonus, I will be at Ghost Ranch during the peak time for the Perseid meteor showers. This display is named after the constellation Perseus, the hero of ancient Greek myth born from a shower of celestial gold. For three or four nights the sky will be pelted with shooting stars and fireballs.

The big city dweller that I am, I’ve never seen more than one shooting star before. But I can imagine that the expansive New Mexican sky will be sprinkled with brilliant heavenly dust. I’ll thank the stars, the universe, and God for giving me this experience, this impetus to move forward and keep writing.

Perseids Meteor Shower. Getty images.
Perseids Meteor Shower. Getty images.
Chingonas, Encouragement, Parenting, Self Care, Stories, Suicide, Uncategorized

Stories We Tell Ourselves

Sometimes I shouldn’t watch so much CNN.

Another young girl committed suicide after she was bullied and tormented on Facebook. She was 14 years old.  After I said a little prayer and asked for her soul to rest in peace, the story stayed with me for a few days.

I thought about how the stories we tell ourselves are often from the words we collect around us. Story can be a narration of the events in the life of a person.  We are especially vulnerable during childhood and our middle years. Words we collect about our self, and tell our self, can often be untrue.

Words like fatty, four-eyes, dork, stupid, ugly, slut, loser, whore… These are like drops of acid. When a word is repeated, the impact is compounded and often difficult to undo. We can tell ourselves these are just words, but if we believe them they become words with meaning. Words we remember.

The good news is that we can give ourself  and others, nurturing, self building words. Words to edit out the negative and create a more truthful story.

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Think about it, how would your life be different?

How would someone else’s life be different?