Excerpt from Sculpting the Heart, my memoirs, women's mythology

Sculpting the Heart with Art Therpy Ebook By Joyce White Published: May. 22, 2009 Category: Non-Fiction » Philosophy » Contemporary philosophy Words: 14809 (approximate) Language: English www.sculptingtheheart.com When I write I understand myself a lot more. I am always struck at how magical and unexpected the process can be. Writing really becomes satisfying when it reflects our best efforts. Writing is kind of like capturing what you know, what you think and what you have to say altogether in one place. Writing by its very nature includes detours, wrong turns, and repeat visits. While some of us work out ideas in our heads, others work our ideas out on paper also like me. Some writers need to talk about their writing, while others would rather keep their ideas to themselves. Writing is sort of like talking without being interrupted. It is like any other skill. It takes a lot of practice and patience to become good at it. Our dreams, hopes and inner voices are worth exploring no matter how ordinary they may seem. Some dreams even feel like on-off events while others feel more like a parallel world still going on even after we wake. It is our past that often shows up in our dreams although rearranged and unrecognizable. I figure I am on the right tract of translating them when my dreams are a perfect fit to a past or present situation. Those of us who suffer emotional or physical pain try to fix what is broken and/or heal what is hurting when we are sleeping. I imagine there are millions of sleeping heads pouring slat into old wounds not yet healed. Science use to believe the brain was always awake. Now they believe no part of the brain is ever fully awake. I wonder if that is why so many of us daydream. After a life wrought of beiges, two divorces, and fifty years of depression, my self-expression turned towards poetry, prose and photography. All the while, I was taking a leap of faith by reclaiming myself as a valuable and talented person. I didn’t change and grow all by myself. God and his angels partnered me in my work and instead of being angry at him for all I was not, I began to understand I was blessed with surprising innate ability. Even if I quit in the middle of a project because I didn’t feel the necessity to go on, my effort still evoked commendable response and self-satisfaction as much as any finished piece did. This was, after all, just one of the many gifts of artful expression, the journey being much more important than the finished product. My Art Therapy books are all about expressing ourselves by being inspired by others art; or, what some call, "emotional fuel" This is also called Ekphrastic Poetry. I think we're all like honey bees hungrily searching through a grand buffet of art for that speck of pollen we can turn into our own honey. Do you know what your divine gifts are? Buy my books for Xmas gifts of wellness and love. Web Site: Winged for Art Therapy. Review it! Please share your thoughts about, "Writing my life...why I write!!!." by Joyce White? Commercial, or personal abusive messages are strictly forbidden. Report questionable comments here. Review/Comments by Joyce White Popular Arts/Entertainment Stories 1. Lou Christie: Lightning is Still Striking 2. 3-D Books, Art that is books! 3. Footnotes et al: Work Continues on Visits 4. Kirsten's Dream Piano Room