Writing as a spiritual practice
Writing and the Art of Paying Attention
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“I would take any writing class Brittany ever offers.
Her preparation and her presence were top rate.”
"I feel like I have a year's worth of work I could do with all that she provided.”
“Brittany’s instruction was gentle but challenging. She gave many opportunities to modify, choose a different option or bow out of writing prompts. She provided a treasure resource in the booklet she created for the course. The booklet will continue to be a resource I return to.”
“Brittany's prompts were spacious and thoughtful,
and her vulnerability in leadership was such a gift.”
“Brittany handled delicate feelings sensitively. She really walked those of us with little experience through the poetry writing aspect very well. I loved the course.”
“Brittany did a phenomenal job of integrating art, faith, and community. Her workbook speaks for itself - but then she was also able to find the connections as we brought our own work to the studio. And - she helped us do that kind of exploration on our own, as well.”
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- writing workshop participant
with Krista Tippett
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Traveling Art Exhibit
Poem written for a the traveling art show based on the theme of Jubilee: celebrating rest, renewal, and relationships.
We sense when the end is coming
the fingered notes slow, the violinist
looks up as if from a trance and signals
to the others with the eyes, the body,
her very breath
and then it happens. Resolved,
the notations end. The musicians hover,
unmoved statues, bows poised
over the open strings. The audience breathes
collectively. Nothing is played. No vibration
struck. No one claps.
It is part of the silent code
of the theater, the way each piece
ends, as ritual as the open A440.
We all wait while the musicians
enact the old poetry of Genesis
and play the seventh day.
After the journey of creation
comes the listening
to what has been. The silent
rest with no tinge of the void.