When I was a child my mother read to me almost every night. First picture books – Miss Rumphius, Madeline – then chapter books – The Chronicles of Narnia, The Secret Garden. If Harry Potter had been around in the 1980’s, I’m certain she would have read those too.
I wrote my first book at the age of seven. An optimistic little story about living on a farm, picking apples, and doing more in a day than is possible for even the most energetic farmer. Throughout my childhood and adolescence, I journaled, wrote poetry, and jotted down character sketches. I read and worked through The Artist’s Way and Bird By Bird. I grew up and traded poetry for essays and blogs.
And then one day . . .
Rummaging through a box with the unhelpful label “keepsakes and misc” I found a file folder stuffed with the poems and sketches I wrote in high school. One piece, a little poem called I Flew Among the Stars stood right there in the middle between overly earnest and interesting. I read. I smiled. I took a nap.
That’s when Imogen arrived. I started writing, navigating the layers of shared and disparate memories between mothers and daughters, friends and lovers. The layers become a story. The story became a novel, Decoupage.
Today I live in North Carolina with my young son whom I read to everyday. I teach yoga. I write and blog about spirituality, yoga, wellness, and the Rule of St. Benedict. You can read more about this at my yoga and spirituality site TheHouseHolder’sPath.com.
I’m currently writing Bringing You to Balance: Yoga and Benedictine Spirituality (Fortress Press 2020).
May Sarton, Sue Monk Kidd, Anne Lamott. Three women who found a way to write spiritual memoir, journals, fiction, poetry. These are my heroines. These are the authors I long to follow.