Soul Mosaic

Everything but calculus

For me, if I need to get up to speed on anything, my first stop is books. I am a book person. It’s how I learn best. I even taught myself to downhill ski using a book. Successfully even. I had no money for lessons, and it was a book that saved me (and anyone around me) on the steep ski slopes. Give me a book, and I can learn almost anything…except calculus. That one is a lost cause.

My writing process has been no different. I have two bookshelves full of tomes just on how to write essays and memoirs. More shelves OF memoirs. And none of those include the MANY shelves on character, plot, pacing, premise, mythology, hero journeys, and the power of story. Yes, just a few.

But there are a select few that have been truly amazing…my constant companions on this journey, for various reasons. Because of them, I risked believing I could write this story, and found my way to delve into it. So I will share those here in case anyone else would find them a good resource.

My top “ten or so” books that are always by my side

For starters, there were four books that not only got me started, but I loved because they offered writing prompts and questions to reflect on at the ends of their chapters:

Your Life is a Book: How to Craft & Publish Your Memoir, by Brenda Peterson & Sarah Jane Freymann. Aside from the reflective questions posed, the book was a wealth of information on how to approach this intimidating process. It also included chapters on the various types of memoirs as well as the challenges to navigate for publishing.

This book also gave me the biggest first gift when I began this process, and I even jotted a note down at the time and stuck it in the book:

HOPE…This book truly made me hopeful that I could do this somehow.

The other three books, with both great information and writing prompts, were:

• The Story You Need to Tell: Writing to Heal From Trauma, Illness, or Loss, by Sandra Marinella, MA, MEd.
• Writing Ourselves Whole: Using the Power of Your Own Creativity to Recover and Heal From Sexual Trauma, by Jen Cross
• A Midwinter God: Encountering the Divine in Seasons of Darkness, by Christine Valters Paintner. This one could also fit into the next category – food for the soul.

These two, along with the above, Midwinter God, fed my soul because they spoke to my love of mythical approaches and my soul’s spiritual journey at this stage of life:

• The Heroine’s Journey: Woman’s Quest for Wholeness, 30th Anniversary Edition, by Maureen Murdock
• Deep Memoir: An Archetypal Approach to Deepen Your Story and Broaden Its Appeal, by Jennifer Leigh Selig, PhD

There were two that I related to on a very personal level because the experiences of both authors mirrored many things in my life:

• The first is a repeat mention – Jen Cross’ Writing Ourselves Whole. Like Midwinter God, this book wins in two categories also.
• Of My Own Making, A Memoir, by Daria Burke – Just an incredibly well-written book with not only great factual information, but such a heartfelt telling of what she lived through.

And for helping me find my way in how to deal with truth in memoir writing:

• Dear Writer: Pep Talks & Practical Advice for the Creative Life, by Maggie Smith
• On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft, by Stephen King

A “primed” mind doesn’t stop

Once I turn on the “spigot of my mind,” it can be impossible to stop its flow. Not a bad thing, just overwhelming at times. Primed by all the books and questions and writing prompts, my brain just kept on going long after I finished reading something. Idea after idea after idea would just come pouring out, and each idea would trigger two or three or more related ones.

This happens to me especially first thing in the morning when I’m in the shower. I’m sleepy, not focused on any particular thing other than how good the warm water feels, and that’s like the trigger for my subconscious to start speaking. My subconscious, unlike me, is a “morning person.”

I could ignore everything, but I have found that my best ideas come up then. So I can’t afford to lose them. AND at this stage of life, I CANNOT and have learned that I SHOULD NOT trust my memory.

So write them down, right? Absolutely. But in the shower? Well, that’s where my nature museum teaching experience came in handy – use waterproof field notepads and the waterproof pen.

Every time something pops up in my head, I write it down, rip it out of the pad, and toss it out on the bathroom floor next to the shower. When I’m done, I collect them all and start my writing day with them. My husband, noting a particularly fruitful day with many notes on the floor, asked if this is considered a “congestion of thoughts?”

I liked that – a congestion of thoughts. Because when my head is flooding with ideas to remember, it literally does feel congested. And seven decades of silence have yielded MANY days of “thought congestion.”

But no matter. The important thing is to simply not lose them. Later I can write them all down on a large sheet of paper and make a mind map. Then I can start to see how all the stray thoughts connect to many others.

Don’t get blocked seeking perfection

Once I have a topic, or a plan for a series of topics, then it’s just a matter of getting on the keyboard. I try not to let my brain trip me up with things like “Well, which idea should I write about first?” That’s a prescription for paralysis. I have found that the best thing I can do for me is just “pick one.” Pick something, any one of them. And just start. I can always rearrange them later. But don’t get blocked in writing trying to pick the perfect topic first.

Just a few last reminders for me

I have just a few short notes I jotted down for me one day that help me not to worry about perfection. I’ll share those for anyone who would like them:

• Style is the servant of content and soul. It will vary to suit the telling.
• Write staccato…in bullet points if necessary, but just throw it up on the page, get it out quick and unvarnished, like ripping off a bandaid. Let the soul lead the way.
• LOCK UP THE LEFT BRAIN until later drafts.
• The memories and thoughts that should be here will present themselves. If it’s important, the right things will show up.
• What appears in the process is meant to be there, even if it gets cut later. Often it’s not what I planned, but just write what shows up and leave the rest to a Higher Power…and a later editor.

And last and most importantly:

Humble myself in the telling. Be willing to look the fool for love of other victims. Show the shame. The ineptness. The ignorance and mistakes as I struggled to learn and catch up with life.

Up next

This is all I have to say at this point about the tools I’ve needed to navigate my soul searching, writing, and healing processes. If I think of anything else important, it will come at the end of the book.

Now, back to “The Nigredo” – Part II, the rest of my “Dark Night of the Soul,” and nightmares, rage, and the journey through EMDR.

Note:

I am seeking financial support to complete my memoir, work with an editor, and make a visit to my home state for fact-checking. Your help would mean the world to me as I take this step toward healing and giving voice to my journey.

Please like, comment, and share this post to help spread the word. The link for my fundraiser is on GoFundMe. Thank you for your support.

“Tibetan Buddhists believe that eloquence is the telling of a truth in such a way that it eases suffering.”
Melanie Brooks Interview with Kate Bornstein in Writing Hard Stories

Given my background as a laboratory technologist, science researcher, and then science teacher, I know you can’t do an experiment well without a plan.

So, like that good science-tech-turned-writer, I have researched my ideas, made my lists of risks and benefits for writing, and explored the natures of truth, memory, and courage.

And, like for any good experiment, I have written up “the protocol” — the list of rules for how this particular “experiment” will be done.

Or plain and simple, these are my “line-in-the-sand” rules for what I will and won’t do in this book.

The “Lab Protocol” – My Contract With the Reader

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the light that came to lucille clifton

came in a shift of knowing
when even her fondest sureties
faded away. it was the summer
she understood that she had not understood
and was not mistress even
of her own off eye, then
the man escaped throwing away his tie and
the children grew legs and started walking and
she could see the peril of an
unexamined life.
she closed her eyes, afraid to look for her
authenticity
but the light insists on itself in the world;
a voice from the nondead past started talking,
she closed her ears and it spelled out in her hand
“you might as well answer the door, my child,
the truth is furiously knocking.”
Lucille Clifton

About the nature of fear

Carl Jung said that “…what you resist not only persists, but will grow in size.” I would add a P.S. to that…truth will hunt you down until there is no escape.

And even if you try, it will never really let you go. It will just come out in other forms. Like the truth in Lucille Clifton’s poem that is “furiously knocking,” mine, too, is relentless and so I “might as well answer the door.”

What is courage?

There are all different circumstances we can encounter that require…or at least invite us to show courage. But what exactly is it?

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“Becoming the author of your story is about claiming the power to define what something means and to take charge of the ways your life events impact you and influence how you move forward…the power is in you to shape how you will live…The power is in the stories you tell to encourage you to take the next risk, to make the next move, to keep saying yes to life.”
Sandra Marinella, MA, MEd, The Story You Need To Tell: Writing to Heal From Trauma, Illness, or Loss

Why write?

The world asks, “Why write?”

And the writers answer:

“Avoiding a secret subject can be its own kind of bondage.”
Melissa Febos, in Body Work: The Radical Power of Personal Narrative

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

“A story untold could be the one that kills you.”
Pat Conroy

But then the world asks, again, “Why write?” as if you never answered.

Which makes me ask, “Didn’t you hear the writers’ answers?”

However, after seeing this go on for years, my mind finally understands: They did. They just didn’t like the answer. So they keep asking. And, besides, “Why write?” was not really a question anyway.

Why write?

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sometimes
they ask me to remember
but they want me to remember
their memories
and i keep on remembering
mine

Lucille Clifton, from her book, The Collected Poems of Lucille Clifton 1965-2010, 1987, pg 262

So what DO we put in a memoir?

It takes a lot more thought than just penning a bunch of trauma memories.

Of course, I use my memories, the ones that I have. But do I remember everything correctly? Completely? There have been moments when I think my memory is great. Then I find a journal entry that had even more details than I remembered, and it makes me question how good my memory actually is, even as I’ve carried that image my whole life.

Then, there is truth. We tell something, and we are sure we are accurate. Our intention is honorable, Yet, how often have we heard, “That’s not the way I remember it!” In that moment, anyone listening is wondering, Who is telling the truth? How can they know for sure? For that matter, are we really clear on our intentions?

And then, there is “humanity” in writing. Do we answer the siren call of being true to the art even if it means causing harm to another? Or betrays someone’s privacy?

When I don’t know what to do, I do what I do best – research the hell out of it. I look around for the widest range of answers from experts before I decide what my own path will be.

So I spent the better part of a year reading over twenty books on how to write a memoir, seeking the “Holy Grail” of answers to these questions.

In this post, I’ll share several things I discovered from the many thoughts and opinions I found, things I then had to “chew on” to decide if the advice rang true for me. In an upcoming post, I will share “My Conclusions” for my own approach to what and how to write a memoir.

The nature of memory

“Rubens discovered a peculiar thing: Memory does not make films, it makes photographs.”
Milan Kundera, Immortality

One thing I learned about memory is that it is often pretty good around the moments of intense trauma. I REMEMBER being held against a wall by my throat. I REMEMBER how taut my nerves were when he would come at me verbally and physically. But could I tell you what happened immediately before the incident? Or right after? Or later that afternoon? No. But that moment? Absolutely. So, memory is often snapshots of a spot in time.

And what about those moments when our memory differs from that of another about a shared incident? What do you do? Whose memory do you trust?

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The unexpected twist of fate

I love words. Discovering new ones. Sounding them out. Finding out where they originally came from. How their meaning evolved over time.

As a kid, I used to spend summer afternoons reading both the dictionary and Roget’s Thesaurus. Yes, truly. I read them…of my own choice. Another one of my Moments of Respite.

It was just fascinating to find so many meanings for one word, and so many words for one meaning. Then there were all the different ways you could alter words — nouns, adjectives, verbs. And best of all, deciphering the code of odd characters for accents, hyphenations, and pronunciations.

As an unexpected twist of fate, that activity served me well later on, as, at one point in my writing career, I was a freelance lexicographer: I helped write and edit a dictionary and a thesaurus. I made sure every possible nuance of meaning, cultural reference, and usage was there for each word, and that every detail of origin and pronunciation was correct. I couldn’t believe I was being paid to “meet words and learn their life stories!”

So it is no surprise that for this memoir, I have a list of “power words.” They are words that prompt deep reflection on my life, Words that evoke strong emotions. Words that best describe the images in my head, and the depths of my spirituality. And they provide abundant “prompts” for my journaling and this book.

And that is just in English.

Behold!

I also have books now on Hebrew words. Their pronunciations and how to write them in both Hebrew and English fonts. Their root origins, the multiple ways they can be interpreted, and… most importantly… how they connect with my soul’s power in using them. When I write them and form the curves and lines with the pen, I FEEL their power. Especially this one:

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Finally, it is time to get to the point: Writing and the why, how, what, truth, and courage choices of it all.

I’ll start from the “outer edges” of the subject and move to the “heart of the matter.”

The necessary evil that can be a superpower

In my next post, I am going to talk about the ultimate power in writing – that choice of a single, lonely word a writer makes in a given moment to carry the weight of a life.

The choice of a word can mean the difference between sending a flaming spear of meaning directly into your reader’s heart or missing by a mile and watching the spear land in a puddle and dissolve into soggy smoke.

But before I get down to that core decision, I am going to talk about one “auxiliary” power to keep in mind after you choose your words. Grammar.

Please don’t roll your eyes. And before I get started, I am not a grammar expert. Nor do I want to be. For sure, I am not trying to sound literary or impressive. In fact, call this post my “Grammatical disclaimer.”

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You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated.
Maya Angelou

How much longer???

First, I saw the photo… then her face. No, actually, it was her eyes peering out of that face that I noticed first of all. They had a haunted quality.

They were gentle. Soft. Wounded. There was a sadness to her face I immediately recognized and ached for. Then I saw the headline and felt not only the ache but also the outrage on her behalf.

It was a BBC article from 27 March 2024: “Long wait for therapy after step-grandfather’s abuse.”

Starting at age five, her step-grandfather sexually, emotionally, and physically abused her. As she got older, it really ramped up, and she noted that along with the constant sexual abuse, there was a lot of physical abuse.

I immediately identified with those elements of her story, even as some aspects of our paths differed. Where I didn’t get out of my house until 28, she left home at 16. However, that didn’t make it better. Just different.

On the plus side, she was able to start telling others what happened and even reported her abuser to the police in 2016. The following year, he was sentenced to 25 years in prison.

However, her own recovery was hampered by the very limited availability of therapy services. As she noted in the article, help availability depended on where you lived. And even when she could get any kind of help, it was short-lived and inadequate.

In that regard, my experience was different. Even though I started late on my journey to healing, I had been able to find and access therapists as I needed and wanted.

To bring awareness to the lack of needed therapy resources in her area in the UK, that girl, Charlotte Robinson, 26 at the time of that article, waived her right to anonymity. She told the world about her struggles with nightmares, flushing, and constant flashbacks, and the need for medication to sleep.

She shared that in seeking help, she’d been on waiting lists for 18-months in the past, and at the time of the article, she had been waiting 3 years for the specialized trauma therapy she needs.

It is stories like hers that infuriate me and bring out the warrior in me. I’ve always been the sort of person who, even when I wouldn’t fight for myself, was ready to fight for or defend another.

These days, though, I no longer have the kind of energy to wage big battles. But given her story, and no doubt ones very, very similar, THAT is a driving force for my writing.

If I can get a strong enough message out there through my story, maybe it can help anyone who is still waiting?

I keep Charlotte Robinson’s picture above my work area, so I don’t forget her eyes. I only hope she is no longer on a waiting list…

The “people”

I cringe a bit using the word “Tools” when speaking of the lives of others. I don’t mean people as “objects.” It is the power of their stories, I guess, the wisdom I get from them…because those stories motivate and teach me.

When I am weary of writing my story, I read about others who have been abused or treated badly in life, and then I go on. I see so many people who’ve overcome such odds or waged such battles to try that I can’t help but be inspired. So, I guess it is the “stories” that are the tools.

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