Summer S’News from Tzivia … On becoming a literary grandmother
Nautilus II is 20 years old! That’s a big number! Think of it: If Nautilus II were a person, she’d likely have graduated from The Care Center (TCC), and maybe she would have earned her Associate’s Degree by now. She might well have a toddler or a pre-schooler of her own. Thinking about this makes me, as the founder of Nautilus II, feel as though I am becoming a literary grandmother!
I’m Halfway Through My Year of Poetry
It may be true, as Audre Lorde says, that poetry is not a luxury. But it feels luxurious to indulge my love of words, my search for meaning, and my dedication to craft through reading and writing poems.
Writing down dreams: A transformational journey
We are natural storytellers, as evidenced by our endlessly creative dreaming mind. I want writers to know that they have a rich source of inspiration, guidance, and a font of creativity flowing inside them and they can access it through increased awareness of their dreams.
Happy Matriarch’s Day!
Whether you are the mother of children, the mother of ideas, a nurturer of animals or of communities–I’m wishing you a meaningful Mother’s Day. And whether this is a day of celebration or remembrance, of gathering with others or missing someone you love, I hope you will honor yourself wth gifts of radical self-care in whatever form best serves you.
What To Do When There’s Too Much To Do
It works! When we feed our souls with creativity and self-care, we are nourished and strengthened in all the other aspects of our lives.
The Narrow Road
Poetry is the language I’m breathing and dreaming in these days—both because it’s my refuge and because I’m now immersed in a year-long poetry course.
Feeling like you don’t belong? Have you tried to join?
I got more out of that woman’s share than I did the previous one hour and fifty-five minutes of content. And I’ve been thinking about it ever since: How much more might have gained from that online experience if I’d done more than just log in, sit back, and wait to be wowed? What might I have learned if I’d committed my full attention and my open heart to what was being offered?
Finding What’s Lovely In Another Pandemic Winter
If you’re having trouble finding what’s lovely about January this year, you’re not alone. I’ve been hearing from many of you, and it seems that all the courage and positivity we mustered as we headed into our first pandemic in 2020—is wearing as thin as an old pair of socks. And yet there are comforts to be had, even on snow-covered New England days. Sartre was right, the compact elegance of a poem can be deeply satisfying at this time of year. Dreams offer another source of consolation.
One Poem in Thirty
Each day when I sat down to write, I was aware that I was picking up, in some ways, where my mother had left off. Here’s a poem I wrote to honor all that is left unfinished in each life.
How Dreams Helped a Poet Find Her Voice
“Thanks to my training with Tzivia and the Institute for Dream Studies, and with Tzivia’s Dreaming on the Page (DOTP) offerings, I have finally begun in earnest to weave together these two muses. When I write, I honor my dreams and infuse them into my waking world, and when I dream, I open to the fertile field of inner voice and direct revelation.” –Poet Jennie Meyer
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