FruitFlesh: Creation Myths

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Wed Feb 24, 2010, 12:49 PM
Mood: Compassion
Reading: White witch, black curse by Kim Harrison
Watching: Grosse Pointe Blank
Eating: melon and pineapple
Drinking: Tea
Do you know the tale of your own beginnings? If you know the true story of your conception, your birth, write about it. If you don’t know, try to find out where and when you were created.

Now, whether or not you know the real facts, write about how you wish your life began. Spin an elaborate creation myth that tells how your body came to be alive in the world.

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You might like to read a few creation myths from different cultures to get your started.
I am also looking at this as an opportunity to talk about my creation in more than just my physical body. My spiritual self, my emotional self, who I want to be rather than who I am at the moment, those sorts of things.

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Fruitflesh – Opening the Velvet Rope

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Tue Jul 28, 2009, 7:50 PM
Mood: Cheerful
Listening to: the Fox radio
Reading: Fruitflesh, Bloodsucking Fiends by Christopher Moo
Drinking: juice
This Way

Slicing a peach
for her cereal, the poet
hears a rhythm, feels
anticipation the eager body
thinks is sex. Let it.
But keep the mind cool,
receptive, unresisting
as emptied houses the sea
takes when the break-
wall gives. Leave
the radio off, the phone
unhooked. Let newspapers bleach
on the front steps. Whatever
comes, pulsing
astonished on your desk, gawky,
unbeautiful, nothing
you want to claim except
the glint in its eye, that familial
wink, names it kin–let it.

Sally Croft
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When words come through us–gawky, unbeautiful words–how do we let them in without shaking our heads, clucking our tongues, saying “Oh, no, you’re not gorgeous enough to walk past this velvet rope. This club is exclusive. You don’t belong here”? Our inner critics can be merciless; they want the words on the page to be sterilized to perfection. But who wants to shake it on a dance floor that’s full of only impossibly manicured, airbrushed folk? The goofy drunken guests who make fools of themselves, the wild child dancers with twigs in their unbrushed hair make the party so much more interesting. How do we open up the velvet rope, make room for even the unwashed words, the unfashionable words, the words with warts and moles to sashay on through?

….Gayle Brandeis, Fruitflesh author, then describes how useful timed freewriting can be.

Take this and run with it!!

Fruitflesh – journaling

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Fruitflesh – journaling
Thu Jun 4, 2009, 8:54 PM
Mood: Tired
Listening to: the house noises
Reading: Deja demon by julie kenner
Watching: the kittens
Drinking: h2o
Fruitflesh: seeds of inspiration for women who write
by Gayle Brandeis

When I was visiting with *magicduck tonight, at the end of the evening she suggested that we should work through the above title together. I think it’s a fabulous idea, so here we go!

The book chapters are named after the parts of a tree. Which is perfect i think! It also fits in well with my idea to be working with plants in a spiritual manner, not just practical and botanical. It reminds me that I would like to browse through the library catalogue for some more information on that topic….

I am also keen to keep this idea of exploring myself going. There are some other spiritual books that will encourage me to write my own path, so I will have to do that too!

Part One: Seeds
The preface and introduction

Part Two: Roots
Where do your words come from?
Delve deep into your roots – the roots that connect your body to your family, to the earth itself, the roots that dangle beneath your desire to write. Your words will blossom most freely when they are grounded in your own fertile soil.

The Cellar
The apples in the cellar
are black, and dying inside their skins.
They pray all night in their bins,
but nobody listens;
they will be neither food nor trees.
~Anne Dillard

Step down into your body’s own root cellar….

Fruitflesh

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Fruitflesh: seeds of inspiration for women who write
by Gayle Brandeis

When I was visiting with *magicduck tonight, at the end of the evening she suggested that we should work through the above title together. I think it’s a fabulous idea, so here we go!

The book chapters are named after the parts of a tree. Which is perfect i think! It also fits in well with my idea to be working with plants in a spiritual manner, not just practical and botanical. It reminds me that I would like to browse through the library catalogue for some more information on that topic….

I am also keen to keep this idea of exploring myself going. There are some other spiritual books that will encourage me to write my own path, so I will have to do that too!

Part One: Seeds
The preface and introduction

Part Two: Roots
Where do your words come from?
Delve deep into your roots – the roots that connect your body to your family, to the earth itself, the roots that dangle beneath your desire to write. Your words will blossom most freely when they are grounded in your own fertile soil.

The Cellar
The apples in the cellar
are black, and dying inside their skins.
They pray all night in their bins,
but nobody listens;
they will be neither food nor trees.
~Anne Dillard
Step down into your body’s own root cellar, the dark place where you store all your yet-untold stories. Perhaps it is tucked beneath your liver; perhaps it is under your heart. Shine a light into the corners. What can you see? is there a musty box of potential poems you’ve been meaning to unpack for years by haven’t found the ‘right time’ quite yet? is there a germ of a story sealed in plastic because you were too busy or too afraid to begin writing the real thing? Can you still hear the unwritten words singing under their packing materials, or have their voices been muffled by time?
Now is the time to do some unwrapping, some airing out. If we don’t tell the stories that ask to come through us, they die inside their skins, under our own skin; they become neither food nor trees. Choose one of these stories, hold it close to your hear, and carry it back up into the light. Even if you write just one paragraph, just one line of the piece, you’ll prevent it from rotting away. And who knows? It could blossom into something beautiful and nourishing. It could be the treasure you didn’t realize you were carrying inside you all this time.