{"id":962,"date":"2014-04-11T08:00:41","date_gmt":"2014-04-11T15:00:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=962"},"modified":"2014-04-11T21:18:20","modified_gmt":"2014-04-12T04:18:20","slug":"962","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/962\/","title":{"rendered":"Guest Blogger Lynn Henriksen asks, “Who is this woman you call Mother?”"},"content":{"rendered":"

Guest Blogger Lynn Henriksen invites you on a journey.<\/p>\n

Who is she, really<\/i>\u2014this woman you call Mother? What could be more important than looking at your mother as an individual unto herself? Come along with me on a journey into the heart of the Mother Memoir<\/i> to write a true and telling tale by answering this question:<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you could tell just <\/i>one<\/i> small story that would capture your mother\u2019s character and keep her spirit alive for years to come, what would it be?\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

Moving your ego aside and searching purposefully for your mother\u2019s intrinsic character can take some time to put into practice, but it is so worth your energy to discover valuable insights. Do you know what makes (made) her tick? What buoyed or drowned her hopes and dreams? What inspired her joy, tugged at her heartstrings, or thrilled her to the depths of her soul? What enlivened her spirit or dashed it to smithereens?<\/p>\n

As The Story Woman<\/i>, I\u2019m here to encourage you to find the answers to these questions and create a stirring bio-vignette. My mother died several years ago, but afterwards I wrote my short memoir honoring her, and I believe she felt it. I know my family appreciated it; it provided them a glimpse into her spirit that only I could pass on from my vantage point\u2014one that could never be portrayed in mere photographs.<\/p>\n

It could be that you don\u2019t even like your mother. Ouch! Perhaps, on the other hand, she\u2019s so special to you, you\u2019re so close to her, that you can\u2019t bring yourself to see her as someone distinct in her own right\u2014someone separate from you. Maybe you don\u2019t want to look\u2026too scary, too sad, too poignant, too intimate. As I see it, these are all valid reasons why it is essential for you to write a true story about Mother\u2014one that embraces a special kind of memoir that peers into the heart and soul of your very first relationship.<\/p>\n

The beauty in writing the Mother Memoir<\/i> is about honoring this most basic relationship. Whether your connection with your mom was good or bad, filled with light and happiness, or misery and regret, it is an avenue toward better understanding in all its forms. Through the process of writing your telling tale, a multitude of feelings and emotions are to sure surface. Be prepared for tears and laughter, while experiencing joy, sadness, anger, thanksgiving, angst, relief, or forgiveness and appreciate this process as a path toward healing and\/or a forum for celebration. With an open heart, give thanks for the wisdom you will come to realize as the journey unfolds, since history lives within us despite the passage of time.<\/p>\n

Although her character is multifaceted and her inner make up complex, you\u2019ll look for certain aspects of her personality that stand out and echo her distinct qualities. Begin by locating that one memory or cluster of events that in the telling would impart a genuine impression of the character and spirit of your mother as seen through your eyes. What aspect of her being, what specific quality, action, or anecdote can you draw upon to bring the essence of her character to light in a short memoir? You won\u2019t trace her history in this bio-vignette or look for earth-shaking events as a basis for your story. It\u2019s the real-life, day-to-day occurrences that connect us and often bring us to our knees.<\/p>\n

Once you have found the memory you want to shape into memoir, take a good, long reflective break from the well-formed picture you have formulated about your mother as it relates to this happening or string of events. Let go your assumptions\u2014all of them\u2014as you look for truth and honesty and discover buried under layers of fa\u00e7ade the reasons why she acted or reacted as she did. You may be surprised by what you see and how you feel. You may experience an awakening or a shift in perception after distancing yourself from the event and applying maturity mixed with the willingness to look at your mother as an individual in her own right, from the inside out.<\/p>\n

Although the idea of writing a memoir can be overwhelming, remembering Mom through writing your Mother Memoir<\/i> is doable. It calls for memories to be energetically crafted into words to make her spirit come alive in just a few pages creating a short, true story that has the power to reveal her essential spirit. You will come to understand its impact as you move through this process and join the ranks of TellTale Souls<\/i>.<\/p>\n

\"Henriksen<\/a>Lynn Cook Henriksen<\/a>, <\/b>The Story Woman<\/a>\u2122, is the founder of \u201cTellTale Souls<\/a>,\u201d an enterprise promoting writing memoir creatively through workshops, classes, speaking presentations, and her award-winning guidebook, TellTale Souls Writing the Mother Memoir: How to Tap Memory and Write Your Story Capturing Character & Spirit.<\/b>\u00a0 As an intuitive leader, Lynn discovered a profound way to keep spirits alive after witnessing Alzheimer\u2019s disease ravage her mother\u2019s mind. As an author, teacher, and entrepreneur, she has helped hundreds of people from 9 to 90 capture the memories and feelings they never thought they could record.\u00a0 Lynn is a member of California Writers Club, Marin and past president of the Women\u2019s National Book Association, San Francisco.<\/p>\n

Lynn will be the April 17 Writers Forum<\/a> Presenter in Petaluma, California..<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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