Feb 11

What We Are Made Of

div class=separator style=clear: both; text-align: center;a href=http://wordcraftcircle.org/wcblog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-Photo-Feb-10-2012-724-PM.jpg target=_blank style=margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;img src=http://wordcraftcircle.org/wcblog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-Photo-Feb-10-2012-724-PM.jpg id=blogsy-1329014860228.209 class=aligncenter alt= width=500 height=270/a/divpnbsp;/ppnbsp;ifont class=Apple-style-span size=3Saturday Reflection: A little peace and reflection for your soul…/font/i/ppThere are so many stories out there./ppIts amazing to think of how many stories we encounter in our lives. nbsp;Think about it. Take the time to reflect on this past week and think of the number of stories you heard. nbsp;Think of the number of stories you told to people. nbsp;No length. Nothing formal. nbsp;Just the stories of your day, your morning, your week./ppI tried to count these for my week. nbsp;I got lost at fifty-four and that got me back through Wednesday./ppWe are made up of stories. nbsp;This is the thought for your Saturday. nbsp;We are made of stories. nbsp;We build our world from the stories we hear, even if they are not told to us. nbsp;We hear them, we keep them. nbsp;We tell our stories. nbsp;We add more, someone else hears, they tell their stories. nbsp;And repeat for eternity./ppThis is the world. nbsp;This is what connects us. nbsp;This is the secret our grandparents knew and why they were so adamant that we learn our stories, learn our language. nbsp;And remember./ppWe hold these stories in our hearts. nbsp;We carry these stories with us in the caverns of our minds. nbsp;Our soul is formed from these stories. nbsp;And it is our responsibility to feed these stories to our children. nbsp;So they may grown strong and full from the world. nbsp;The world we are formed of./ppThe stories we are made of./ppnbsp;/p

Feb 09

I Want My MTV!

 Last year we had the chance to partner with the Native American Community Academy in Albuquerque, New Mexico in providing space for two interns to learn how the organization works and how we do our work with Native American Writers and Storytellers.  Stephanie Padilla and Pamela Lujan were incredible workers bringing some well needed energy to the office once a week.  I was also an instructor during the past school year NACA, teaching college prep and writing, and both Stephanie and Pamela were students in my class.

Recently, I visited the school  to check up on all my students and was informed by Stephanie that she was going to be on MTV!

Her story is electrifying and reminds us that blood quantum is a construct; the true heart is what you do for your people and how you represent yourself as an Indigenous person in this world.  Thank you Stephanie and all you other strong, amazing Native youth – taking care of your communities and remembering your values and traditions!

Dec 26

Facebook Works

Hey all, it’s great to start blogging at The Telling Circle. A quick introduction: I’m a Choctaw living in Texas, loving God, family and writing.

This post originally appeared on ChoctawSpirit.blogspot.com. It tells more about me, and also a bit about how social media, particularly Facebook, can open doors of opportunity.

 

The Graceful Entrance

My mom and I arrived in Muskogee too late for checking into the hotel before the reception started, so we drove straight to the Five Civilized Tribes Museum. Please note: I was in my comfy four hour driving clothes and hadn’t put on make-up yet. Or plucked that one pesky chin hair.

As soon as we pulled into the parking lot, who else had just arrived? Tim Tingle, international Choctaw author and storyteller, and event co-coordinator. He waves and comes over to the car. I hold the tweezers inconspicuously. He insists we make him feel better for being casual and waits by the car to walk inside with us. So much for slapping on some make-up.

Recognition

But how did this man, who we’ve not seen since last year, recognize and call us by name? Facebook, of course. We connected with him and several others after meeting at the conference last year. Not a lot of conversation between us on there, but he’s been keeping up with my writing/storytelling and my mom’s filmmaking.

Once inside, Tim (he insists we just call him Tim) starts engaging in other conversations. I slip back out to fix up a bit. My mom and I then ascended the stairs to the reception area with the elegant white table clothes covering a dozen tables with chairs. I was in denim shorts and too frazzled to take any pictures.

We drop our keys-n-such on one of the half occupied tables as we head to dip up plates of refreshments. Upon returning to the table, before I could set my plate down, the lady across from me asked, “Aren’t you Elisabeth?”

Uh, okay. “Yes, well, Sarah Elisabeth.”

She shook her finger knowingly. “I thought it was you. We met last year, I’m Francine.”

I instantly recognized the name. “Francine Bray? With the Choctaw pony conservation thing?”

Facebook at work again.

Next to join our table is Greg Rodgers, who mentored under Tim Tingle for four years and is now quite an accomplished author and storyteller himself. Hadn’t seen him in a year either outside of, you guessed it, Facebook.

“Hey Lynda and Sarah. How are y’all doing? Saw the picture of your first storytelling. Congratulations!”

The next day, as he moderated the first panel discussion, Greg did special recognition of three or four authors, storytellers and professors in the audience. I was shocked when he included me.

It Works

Greg was after me all through the conference, trying to get me to the mic to tell a story. I wish I had had one prepared.

Facebook. It keeps your face in front of those you want to remember you. So choose a good profile pic.

Dec 26

New Blogger Today: Sarah Elisabeth!

Blogger Sarah Elisabeth

We are proud to welcome a new blogger to the Telling Circle blog site for Wordcraft:  Sarah Elisabeth.  She’ll be posting about once a month and you can also check her blog at: http://sarahelisabethwrites.com/…give her a big hello in the comments and enjoy!

~Wordcraft

Dec 15

Thursday Morning Poetry Prompt

Happy Thursday to you all!

Well winter finally reached us here in Central Texas.  I’ve been greeted by frosty mornings that give way to wonderfully cool afternoons.  Blessings from a summer of tremendous heat.  I love it when the weather gets real frosty and we have to bundle up to head outside.  We do some shopping and then head to a Christmas party, or some such.  I’m always reminded of my childhood, winter brings out nostalgia…

But!  this is not a nostalgia prompt (although you can take whatever you like from this post, so long as you write a little today!).  Today’s prompt is about those winter gatherings – whether office or family – that we all look forward to (or dread) this time of year.  Take a bit to write about a winter party or holiday gathering.  Who was there?  How do you feel about the company? The food? The weather?  Are you the host, or did you pass on the responsibilities?  What does it remind you of?  Here’s my shot at it…have fun writing!

Winter Party
Once the baby is bundled up
there’s no turning back
past the Walmart, the third house on the left
with the grand driveway and subtle lighting
we are reminded how small our apartment is
but we are warm and sing festive refrains
we eat well and smile
and our son runs around the legs of strangers
and friends alike
and we smile
softly like the first snowfall of the year

Dec 05

Sunday Evening Book Review: Here I Am A Writer

“Friends, if perchance you/feel a bit of sadness in your life,/whatever it may be, I invite you/to come into/my comfort home” – Ande Escalante

Years ago when I was working for the BIA, I was doing research on effective student programs for Native youth.  I came across a group called ArtsReach in southern Arizona and placed their info in a research file, coming away impressed by what they were accomplishing.  Ten years later, I was contacted by a mutual friend about a new book chronicling the words and lives of some of the participants of the program, now a decade on later.  It’s funny how our youth work carries us in very small circles and I am very glad my friend alerted me to the book.

In short, Here I Am A Writer is an incredible and inspirational book about how poetry and story can have such a profound effect that it can never leave us, but always remains to be continued further down the road.  Although categorized as a memoir, the author Christopher McIlroy keeps his focus on the stories of the youth (now adults) on how their lives have continued beyond the doors of ArtsReach.  It is more of a biography of sorts, a snapshot of Mr. McIroy’s memories of various students and current interviews interwoven with his memories of life on a Southern Arizona reservation.  However, rather than being formulaic (the “where are they now” syndrome), the book unfolds as a narrative of Native youth experience, both tragic and triumphant, exhilarating and desperate.

Mr. McIlroy begins the book with a reflection of a performance of works by the students. Working in the Tohono O’dham and Yaqui reservations in Southern Arizona, Mr. McIroy is aware of his “Anglo” presence, but his work and his dedication to the young people in the community allows him to become an important member of the community, as reflected in the interview/stories he has collected for the book.  His work (and the work of the Arts Reach staff) is evident in this poem from Regina Johnson-Eleando:

As day becomes/night I race to/Baboquivari. I/see a rabbit/digging a hole/for his home./He looks like a/bulldozer.//As I get higher/I hear voices in the wind./When I get to/the top I/whisper my/deepest secrets/to the setting sun.”

And this is not the only example of the power of youth writing contained throughout the book.  It must be noted that this poem was crafted by Ms. Johnson-Eleando when she was in the fourth grade.  The craft, the attention to detail, the poetry – all on display in each of the pages.  The stories in the book range from the inspired to the tragic, yet they are always balanced by the brilliance and power of the writings.

The follow up work , in which Mr. McIlroy visits his former students, is especially captivating as you are captured by an emotional depth to the writing that can only come with age – think of the child prodigies who are incredibly technical, clean, bright, energetic;  they bring new life to music or art, but as they age their music becomes more soulful, reflective, weighty – now one note will suffice rather than three.  The follow up writings contain that depth and brilliance, which is a true testament to the work of Arts Reach and Mr. McIlroy.

But this book is not simply a reflection of a life well spent, McIlroy has written this to inspire teachers and those who wish to work with Native Youth and provides a guided approach as well as, lessons and workshop ideas.  This book is meant to illuminate what can be accomplished and the incredible words and stories that Native Youth do not often have the opportunity to present, nor really work on in their present factory-model schools.  But when they are encouraged to put their hearts into finding meaning for themselves: who they are, where they come from, where they are going, something powerful can be unleashed.  I would highly suggest reading the Principles on an audience and revision (Principles 4 and 5), as these are two essential keys to any writer, much less those that intend to work with youth on writing and communication.

It is always so inspirational to see the power of writing and story was and is always present with each of these amazing Indigenous people.  ”Then again,” Mr. McIroy states, “as stories they are reborn every time someone reads them.”  I hope they are reborn very often.

And if we are lucky, we should all be so fortunate as Mr. McIlroy to have experiences as moving and as powerful and to convey them with such care and elegance.

You can purchase Here I Am A Writer through Kitsune Books – HERE!

Nov 18

Active Writing

Greetings from Gallup. Its Thomas again. Ive been couch-surfing for almost four weeks — Lincoln (Nebraska), Seattle, Whidbey Island, Los Angeles, now headed home to the Ozarks. Thats why this post has taken so long. Anyway, here goes.

Today seems a good time to examine active and passive writing, as I said I would. But first its important to remember what happens inside sentences. Language is a tool, and like any other tool, will work better for you if you understand just how it is put together. Most of the languages that came here from Europe as part of the invasion — English, Spanish, French, Italian, German, Dutch — have similar sentence structures:

A word or phrase tells what happens
A word or phrase tells who or what made it happen
A word or phrase tells who or what it happened to
Other words or phrases are modifiers, telling when, where, how and why it happened — and describing the things or people involved.

Note:
1. A phrase is a group of words having meaning together.
2. Sometimes nothing happens except a state of being.

That brings us to active/passive considerations. Strong writing creates a mental picture. Unless the reader can see all parts of the picture, your meaning is unclear, and your story (or poem, or memo) will soon lose the readers interest. Consider the sentence, The food was carried to the table. You cant see it happening unless somebody carries it. You may want to see the food, too, and the table. And the guests, if any are present. Telling who carried it, how they carried it, what the table looked like, what the occasion was, and all manner of related information can be important, too.

Why not do a writing exercise, improving the passive sentence, The food was carried to the table. Make it active. Make it a picture, or better, a mental movie. Of course, all that you want to say about the food coming to the table may not fit into one sentence. You may require several sentences, or a couple of paragraphs.

You will use modifiers and/or dialogue and/or some actions to create the picture of food coming. Which brings us back to modifiers. A modifier can modify the action of a sentence by telling how it happens — or it can modify (tell about) things, including people and places, ideas and concepts, or any kind of object — or it can modify another modifier. For example, tall is a modifier. Adding very modifies tall as in very tall. And its important to remember that were only modifying the information we give out in our sentences.

Since Ive asked for readers to do this exercise, perhaps I should do it too. Here goes:

emThe strangers gathered around and built a platform there in a clearing, using boards they had riven from several large trees. Their elaborate clothing seemed more of a hindrance than a comfort. The metal saws they used for cutting trees drew the attention of my friend, who whispered to me, How wasteful to cut a tree down deliberately when there are plenty down elsewhere in the forest. But we stood by, keeping our silence. The strangers produced several smaller wooden platforms they had brought on their boats. Women who came along with us busied themselves with the food we had brought. The strangers women rushed around, calling back and forth in shrill voices, and occasionally bursting out in laughter. After a while the strangers motioned that their platform was finished, and began placing foodstuffs on it. The metal pans they used for cooking meats and vegetables interested our women, who watched closely, but in silence, as the pans were suspended over fires. Remembering that afternoon all these years later, many of us regret having befriended these rude strangers in their early struggles./em

It will be most interesting for us to read one anothers ideas, so please post your exercise as a comment. To include your name is OK but not necessary. After looking at a few comments we can proceed with a little more about active and passive writing. Knowing the difference will prove very helpful in getting your work published.

Oct 20

Thursday Poetry Prompt: Cooking for Friends

Good Thursday Afternoon to you all!

Tonight I am brining food to one of my classes.  I’m feeding 18 people with some great Pueblo Green Chili Stew and some Posole and Cheese (we call it Pueblo Mac n Cheese). Which got me to thinking about cooking for people and how the diner party is not something we regularly do anymore.  I remember a wonderful party from years ago when I had the amazing opportunity to have dinner with Governor Lewis of Zuni (and his daughter, Roberta).  It was such an incredible evening that almost thirty years later I can still see the table we ate at and I can still smell the beans and chili my mom cooked up for the evening.  With that in mind…

Today’s prompt: cooking for friends.

Think about times you have cooked for friends and loved ones.  What was that like?  What do you remember about the meal? The company? Or you could lament the fact that you haven’t cooked for friends in some time. Or you could simply write about food and cooking.  Entirely up to you.  Here’s my sample below:

peel an onion, crush one garlic clove, chop one pound of squash
you think of your mother
peeling, crushing, chopping
busy preparing for friends, for you
there is care in her slices, the knife edge against the scarred board
there is care in her hands, parsing ingredients
there is care in her lines, the wrinkle in her brow
thinking what comes next, where’s the serving bowl
and so forth
and in the other room your father sets the table
formal silverware, knife to the right, blade in
forks to the left, small to large
there is care in his placement, delicate and simple
there is care in his hands, folding the napkins
there is care in his lines, the wrinkle in his brow
thinking
what comes next, where are the wine glasses
and so forth

and the door bell rings, and you greet the guests
hello, hello, may I get your coat, would you like some water
how are things, how’s the family, how was the drive
and so forth

Post your poems for today and happy writing!

Oct 11

Author Intrusion

Hi, everyone. It’s Thomas, back again with some more about writing.

In my previous post I discussed Sense of Place. And at the end I mentioned that writers can use a strong sense of place to help “flesh out” characters and so avoid author intrusion. Today let’s look at author intrusion to see just what we’re avoiding and how to avoid it.

When we read a story in the newspaper, or in a book or magazine, or online, there are ideally two participants: the protagonist, who acts out the story as its main character, and the reader, who constructs something like a moving picture in his mind, based on the words and letters — little marks on a surface. This is amazing.

And that last sentence is author intrusion.

Readers do not generally want (nor well tolerate) somebody telling them something is amazing, or terrible, or giving to that same something any other unobservable attribute. (You can’t observe a judgmental quality; you can only see, taste, feel, smell or hear the evidence of it.) Readers want to see “amazing” for themselves, in that little moving picture — the one in their mind. It’s the author’s job to tell of evidence that can be directly observed, and only that. Pretty simple. Yeah, sure.

Do you want your protagonist to be strong? Two ways run parallel from this fork in the road: objects or actions the author can actually observe inside the story he constructs, and/or dialogue involving the protagonist (even indirectly is OK). Our hero sprinted past, muscles rippling and dust kicking up behind her is an example of something directly observable. An example of dialogue might be, John turned to Mary and whispered, “Remember that day our hero wrestled a runaway bull to the ground?” “Yes,” Mary replied. “The strongest man in our town.”

You want your protagonist to be angry? Happy? Sad? Interesting? Same deal. Description/narration or dialogue.

Once in a while it is possible to sneak our desired attribute in as an adjective immediately preceding the hero, as in Our very strong hero smiled at the crowd. The key here is once in a while.

So if we’re writing about the beautiful autumn leaves, or the peaceful covering of snow, or even the lady’s intriguing smile (all three are author intrusions) we need to describe or narrate, or else put it into dialogue. When your high school English teacher, or a writing instructor, or perhaps an extremely patient and accommodating editor says “show, don’t tell,” this is what they are talking about.

One way to understand (and avoid) author intrusion is to think of your reader sitting in the audience, watching a play or a movie. The reader, or the audience, dislikes interruption. Imagine the owner of a movie theatre stopping the movie to tell the audience how to feel about it, or think of the turn-off we feel regarding TV commercials. So when somebody (the author) steps in front of the reader (audience) to tell them what they should be thinking or feeling, it is a serious turn-off. Avoid it.

One trick some writers use to help show emotions is a mirror. At times I even have one on my desk. If I want to write about an angry (or happy) character, then maybe I will look at my face in the mirror and assume an angry (or happy) expression, and describe how the face changes to display angry or happy (or most any other feeling). For example, “The corners of her mouth twitched slightly as she looked away.”

Another trick is writing in a place where you observe lots of people but don’t interact with them. I sometimes write in coffee houses or other public places. Some writers prefer working in the food court of a shopping mall. In such places you can write without much interruption, and if you’re writing about people, there are models all around you. Writing about nature or animals would, by the same token, be easier in a setting surrounded by nature or animals.

These are simple-seeming hints that can prove more difficult when it comes down to the actual writing. That’s largely because teachers, in an effort to coax written expression from recalcitrant students, rarely dwell on the finer points of writing that any serious writer must observe. The people who taught us to write, back in elementary school (or high school) were interested in our being able to merely communicate. Consequently, most folks can write reports or memos or letters to a friend, but poems or stories they submit seem to always be rejected. To practice writing as an art, or a profession, communicating is just not enough. A sign painter can communicate (and some are artists in their own right) but a painter of portraits or landscapes communicates at a different level.

Writing a memo or a letter communicates a limited amount of information to a small audience, usually only one person. A brilliantly written story or poem, or even a news report, can change the lives of hundreds, maybe thousands, or perhaps millions of readers.

In my next post I’m hoping to discuss the difference between active and passive writing. But earlier in this post, I mentioned “sneaking” a character’s attributes into a piece of writing as adjectives. Even though much remains to be said about author intrusion, perhaps next time I can touch on the mechanics of language, including adjectives and other modifiers. In fact, a combination of both topics might prove interesting. We’ll see….

Sep 29

Thursday Morning Poetry Prompt: Autumn Jazz

Foggy Days

I love the Autumn!

Unfortunately, we don’t have a lot of the changing leaves here in Texas, where the temp today will be 103.  But for those of you, where Autumn brings the changing of the leaves and the cooling of the earth and the slowing of the days this prompt is for you. Well, actually this is for anyone – even those of us in the extreme heat.

Prompt: find an old jazz track, something slow and easy, something that evokes Autumn for you.  Play that track a few times and let it bring some poetry to the surface and see what you come up with (don’t pick Autumn Leaves, too easy :)  Here’s my example below:

Off the bay
I am six years old
tucked in down jacket
of foghorn memory
the pavement is cold
and wet from morning
ocean clouds
pressing hard against
the windows

There is a bounce today
a trumpet in footstep
a bass note in spine
and the foghorn
blows a harmony
to my childhood refrain.
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Post your poems below or just leave a comment.  Enjoy!

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