VOICE 57/100

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“What needs to be counted on to have a voice? Courage. Anger. Love. Something to say; someone to speak to; someone to listen. I have talked to myself for years in the privacy of my journals.”
~Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds:  Fifty-four Variations on Voice
Tuesday 14 June 2016
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What causes someone to lose their voice?  To stop talking.  To withhold opinions.  
 
Why do people disappear and/or diminish themselves? 
And how does the habit of silence develop?
I don’t know the answer to these questions.  But, I’ve talked to several people over the past few days who have silenced their own voices.  
It’s left me asking:   Where do I sing?  Where do I ask questions?  Where do I practice arranging words and having a say so?
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I hope that today you grab a journal or a friend who listens well and speak your truth.  I hope you gain clarity in the speaking and that your voice lands in a safe place.
And if you’re called to be one who shares with the world. Open up your mouth and sing. Publish your words. Put your dissenting opinion on the table. Don’t withhold yourself. For fear of reprisal. Or discomfort in learning. Or while waiting for Perfection to open the door.
Give us your voice.
BE in your life,
Betsy
By |2016-10-19T14:20:23-04:00June 14th, 2016|Uncategorized|2 Comments

Art is Life is Art: 3:36 am

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To be misunderstood can be the writer’s punishment for having disturbed the reader’s peace. The greater the disturbance, the greater the possibility of misunderstanding.

Anatole Broyard

 

3:36 am

if I whisper words

will you hear them?

if I fashion them

properly

carefully

just so

will you understand what I am truly saying?

I have bled into every word

I have saved tears and tucked them into the corner
of every picture that I hand you

I tell stories, speaking softly and slowly
in order to mitigate the drama

because the drama ruffles your feathers
and stops up your ears

so I stop talking

But the stories rumble

and my bleeding heart is impatient
with my whispering concerns over reception

it circles and

paces

paces

paces

until bars bend

and all runs free

I howl and claw

and no longer give a damn if you speak Italian or French

 

~ Betsy Cañas Garmon

 

By |2016-10-19T14:20:31-04:00July 3rd, 2014|Art is Life is Art|3 Comments

Vessels and voice and cutting up paintings

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