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!
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!
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!
Sep 29
Thursday Morning Poetry Prompt: Autumn Jazz
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!











