I haven’t written on here in a long time, clearly. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing. Though I didn’t carry my notebook with me as much this summer, there are still plenty of word-doodles and thoughts and half-finished paragraphs in my books, on my phone, and in my head.
This post incorporates pieces from the paper I submitted to accompany the project, and I have also added new thoughts here and there. Grief is unique and incomparable in each instance, yet from having lost important people in the past couple years to the very recent passing of my grandma Kaye, the piece continues to speak. The timing of this post is not coincidental, as we find ourselves at the anniversary of the specific, sudden, and painful loss which inspired the project.
The following is an amended version of a reflection I posted to a private blog I share contributing to with fellow writing tutors and student support staff at Ryerson University, but I felt the discussion was wide-ranging enough to share to a broad audience to add my voice to the conversation about academic writing and creativity.
After a successful month at Yoga for Creativity my final reflection went a little like this: