Writing about writing …

I was invited to participate in a Blog Tagging event. Since my writing has really slowed down I thought this would be a great motivator. It did more than that ūüôā

I thank Sora Garrett at The Shine Connection  for her piece on Writing about Writing (click the Shine Connection link), the invite, and the nudge to return to my writing.

What are you currently working on?

A book, can you believe it?¬†¬†I never thought I would be writing a book. ¬†I was always the oOld fashioned vintage typewriterne who saw that talent, that ability in others and prompted them to be the writers. ¬†Apparently I have a book or two in me waiting to be written. ¬†I also have a “journal” on my website www.tericonnolly.com that I do post in pretty regularly. It is where I share my¬†deep philosophical and spiritual musings. I really enjoy sharing that part of me.

How does your work differ from others in the same genre?

My work differs because I share very intimate, naked pieces of me. I share my vulnerability mixed with very dry humor. ¬†I am so very new to all of this “writing” that I really don’t know my genre ūüôā ¬†Which takes me to the next question…

Why do you write what you write?

I write because I was always a storyteller verbally sharing anecdotes of life as examples of being human and to help others. I hesitated to use writing to express those stories mainly because I never thought of myself as a writer ~ storytellers don’t write I thought. Now I know writers are storytellers. I have also found that writing connects me to a higher deeper essence of myself that expresses through me. I learn just as much from my writing as others have expressed they have learned. Writing is now¬†a part of me. I have fun and feel energized by the process especially completing a piece.

Describe your writing process.

My writing process is very simple. I sit at the computer, ask for a subject, and then get out of the way of the higher deeper essence that expresses through me. When I am done writing I am always amazed at what has been written!! ¬†I started my book by looking at a naked urn sitting on the patio at the home I was renting. ¬†I picked up my pencil and words just tumbled out. ¬†This process is the same for everything I have written. ¬†I do get ‘blocked’ and find nothing flowing. ¬†It is then that I have to write out deliberate thoughts unclogging the hollow bone.


Now I get to share 3 other writers with you!  Stay tuned you are going to love them!



M is for Memories and Moving on


It seems that in times of loss we are not allowed to sit for long.  Within a short time life starts to pull us forward requiring us to make decisions of movement.  There is a need to fight against this request.  It is almost imperative.  Giving into the forward movement too quickly removes opportunities that will come slamming back.  Rushing headlong back into life can negate all that has been lost.  Refusing to move back into life can reward the insanity of denial.  It is a very delicate balance.

We are gifted with gems, perks if you will, to support us in hitting the right moment to move into the fray of life.  We are not lost forever.  Signs and maps are present.  They often must be dusted off or discovered by seeming accident but they are none-the-less there for the asking.

What are some of these gems, signs, or maps?  They are our memories.  The memory of the first kiss, long overdue birth, the blue ribbon or first home.  Those times of laughter, joy and sorrow.  The first argument although filled with confusing signals is still a memory and useful in our forward journey.  The burnt dinner, experienced as embarrassment, fills your heart with laughter recalling the gulped mouthful.  In the first moments memories almost seem painful but they are opportunities for growth.  They heal your heart when it is broken.  They give you permission to release the anger.  They remind you of the gift of life and its call to return.  They help you to release the attached identity.  They remind you that all is not lost.  They tell you, if you care to listen, what is precious, valuable and rebuilding.

Collage for #AtoZ Challenge

Memories were never meant for lingering in the past. ¬†They were meant to be a map to discovering you and the value of your life. ¬†If you look closely you can see there are not traps or handcuffs built into memories. ¬†They are of our own making. ¬†Look closely, you will see what I mean. ¬†Memories give us permission to move on. ¬†They actually open the door to moving on. ¬†The key is, if we let them speak their purpose and welcome their wisdom, moving back into life is refreshing. ¬†The freshness of a new discovered aspect of you blossoms in a forward motion. ¬†Watch Nature. ¬†It doesn’t move backwards in its memory of growth. ¬†It strikes out brave¬†knowing and trusting the map of its memory.

All life moves forward.  It pauses, reflects, grows, bursts, and then dies to return again.  We seldom give permission to the one facing loss whether it is a life of a loved one, job, position, or sock to move through the natural rhythm of life.  Pushing before it is spring kills the first blooms.  While staying too long in the cave molds life.  Allowing the natural flow, nurturing the tiny buds, quenching the thirst ensures life returns to bloom again.

Life doesn’t just happen. ¬†It is created. ¬†What do you want to create after the storm? ¬†Can you use your memories to guide you to your next deeper journey in life? ¬†Are you willing to move from the cave heeding the call of your battered heart? ¬†Are you willing to allow your memories to soften the jagged edges trusting the openness of your bruised heart to welcome moving on into a stronger brilliant life?

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I took the chance.  I know there is a brilliance to my life that flows nourishing my jagged heart reminding me that love comes always.  My memories have never faded.  They are refreshed by my willingness to embrace life and live again.


No loss is too great to give up our memories and not move on.





So often we find ourselves at the edge, sometimes almost daily, to our world and wondering whether to jump or not.  What if, for just this posting our choices were far more than just jump, would you consider other options?

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Imagine if you will wandering towards the point of decision and what appears to you is the only option of jumping. ¬†Taking that leap, plugging your nose and jumping into the vast deep expanse of the unknown becomes a terrifying decision. ¬†Perhaps you have jumped so many times before that it isn’t terrifying but none-the-less a bit of fear appears on the horizon and a decision must be made.

Now imagine as you walk to the edge standing beside you is another you.  They turn and wink at you pull out a long expansive bridge, place it across the chasm in front of you and walk across leaving you standing there.  As you gape at them in disbelief, another you walks up, smiles, turns to their right and walks off.  Now you are completely boggled at the scenes appearing before you, forgetting why you are standing here, scratching your head trying your best to make sense of this all and yep, you guessed it, another you appears.

Being brave you venture to speak to the aspect of you in hopes of gleaning where they have come from only to find that you are way to busy to stop and chat.  You toss a lasso to the other side and pull the chasm close to you and step across.

Falling to your seat after this last meeting of self your mind spins with no explanation appearing. ¬†This can’t possibly be happening. ¬†Who are all these You’s and why so many options?

Parallel realities exist and are easily accessible. ¬†There isn’t just one option to all our decisions and yes there isn’t just one Right option to our decisions. ¬†Philosophers, poets, and writers have all spoken about alternate and parallel realities; Alice in Wonderland, The Matrix, ¬†The String Theory, shamans, and Plato to name a few.


The next time you are standing at the edge deciding to jump, pause, sit down, look to your left, look to your right and see who is standing beside you, pour a cup and ask what they think is an option.  You might be surprised at all your options.  Take the leap and Jump!

The Soul Traveler





Dance forever

“May I have this dance?” reaching out his hand to me, I trembled with a nervous excitement. ¬†Dad had helped me to learn the few steps necessary. ¬†I never really imagined anyone would come and actually ask me. ¬†Stuttering my acceptance I reached for his hand rising as if I had lead feet I found myself jerking towards the dance floor. ¬†Gracefully he returned me to my seat, thanking me for the dance and moving on to the next girl. ¬†Excited from completing a task well practiced I was surprised to see how I felt. ¬†Invigorated, twinkling, elated¬†I marveled at the complexity of emotions. ¬†The desire to continue to twirl was so overpowering. ¬†Concerned I would slip and succumb to my inner urges I excused myself from the dance. ¬†Standing outside I danced in the moonlight releasing the emotions to the world. ¬†I trembled afterwards and knew¬†that what had just happened opened me to a very special place. ¬†It was a secret place deep within me.

Hearing the music call me I returned hoping to be invited to the dance floor once again. ¬†It wasn’t long before the invitation arrived. ¬†Music reverberates through the room requesting I return to my secret place. ¬†Darting glances at the others on the floor, hoping to receive permission, I noticed the boy across from me was dancing with abandon. ¬†My body moves in response to him. ¬†Raw ancient excitement fills me granting permission to myself I spin and move to the music. ¬†Smiling we move in sync enjoying the communion. ¬†Together we return to my seat, ‘how did you learn to dance like that? You are fantastic. ¬†Could you teach me?’ breathlessly he asks. ¬†Amazed at his statement I begin to giggle a reply of my 2 weeks of lessons with my dad. ¬†He shakes his head, ‘well you are really good’, and wanders to the next chair.

Heading home I relinquish any doubt that this newly found desire can be squished back into the unknown.  I have discovered that dance is me.  It is a way to express myself, to connect to something I can feel but has no name, and allows me a connection to myself .  Now the question is how can I get more?

Discover the wealth of adventure, the mystery of intrigue, the spontaneity of self, and the delight of laughter in dance.  One can through dance find an inner connection to self.

Move it baby, move it! ¬†Don’t let anything delay you! ¬†Keep that rhythm, keep that soul! ¬†Take it deeper!