Collective Breath – 10/25/20 – Episode 16 Transcript

COLLECTIVE BREATH – Week of Sunday, October 25th, 2020

Episode: 16

Number of people attending Facebook (personal portion):

Number of people attending Zoom Meet (group portion):

Introduction:

~Return to the Former Pact~

I Hearken back

to when my spark felt intact,

before the world felt darkened black

still dreaming how to make my mark in fact.

This may not be enough to take you away

and make you ark your back

or remark on my former pact,

but may send you to the park to pack

and leave you grieving its stark impact.

A transcript of this segment and each subsequent session will be posted (for anyone interested) at http://www.sidewayseight.co which is my main outlet for personal poetry and photography: Sideways Eight Projects.

Hello fantastic people! My name is Jesse James Ziegler. I am the current Poet in Residence for the Bruka Theatre of the Sierra in Reno, Nevada. I am an active poet, special event MC, principle photographer, special event series host, and now weekly wellness writing workshop host in collaboration with Spoken Views Collective of which I am also a Board Member.

This Weeks Writing Prompt:

This week’s Prompt : Write a piece with the title ‘We Don’t Know When it Will be Fixed’

I want for this podcast style personal portion to contain information about famous writers and their quotes as well as, futuristically speaking, local guests to this program who help everyone involved gain a diversity of perspective and positively impact our individual process.

Quote(s) of the Week:(6)

In thinking about the writing prompt, I began focusing on the concept of fixing things and the idea of things being fixed in general.

“She was a woman with a broom or a dust-

pan or a washrag or a mixing spoon in her hand. You saw

her cutting piecrust in the morning, humming to it, or you

saw her setting out the baked pies at noon or taking them in,

cool, at dusk. She rang porcelain cups like a Swiss bell ringer

to their place. She glided through the halls as steadily as a

vacuum machine, seeking, finding, and setting to rights. She

made mirrors of every window, to catch the sun. She strolled

but twice through any garden, trowel in hand, and the flowers

raised their quivering fires upon the warm air in her wake.

She slept quietly and turned no more than three times in a

night, as relaxed as a White glove to which, at dawn, a brisk

hand will return. Waking, she touched people like pictures,

to set their frames straight.”

― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

“According to Shiva, life is in the end about fixing holes. Shiva didn’t speak in metaphors. fixing holes is precisely what he did. Still, it’s an apt metaphor for our profession. But there’s another kind of hole, and that is the wound that divides family. Sometimes this wound occurs at the moment of birth, sometimes it happens later. We are all fixing what is broken. It is the task of a lifetime. We’ll leave much unfinished for the next generation.”

― Abraham Verghese, Cutting for Stone

“You work so hard to fix yourself, but maybe what you need isn’t another tactic, another book, another expert, another five-step plan. Maybe, you don’t need to be fixed. Maybe, what’s really holding you back is the idea that you need to be fixed. Maybe you just need to let yourself play instead of always making yourself do homework.”

― Vironika Tugaleva

“I would like to propose that the reason our actions have been so manifestly unsuccessful in steering the world away from its present collision course is that we have not, generally speaking, been basing them on any true understanding.”

― Charles Eisenstein, The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know Is Possible

“We are a nation not only of dreamers, but also of fixers. We have looked at our land and people, and said, time and time again, “This is not good enough; we can be better.”

― Dan Rather, What Unites Us: Reflections on Patriotism

“Any fool can break something, criticise someone and tear things apart. It takes a far more skilled, wise and kind soul to build something, nurture someone, fix things and help others thrive over time.”

― Rasheed Ogunlaru

I’m hoping this sharing and vulnerability I’m demonstrating will encourage others who love creative writing as well to open up, by sharing from their innermost, related to the topic provided. I’m hoping we all gain perspective, compassion, hope, and discipline through such organized sharing.

Piece or Pieces of the Week: (1)

We Don’t Know When it Will Be Fixed

For further personal reading

On What We Know We Don’t Know: Explanation, Theory, Linguistics, and how questions shape them by Sylvain Bromberger

web.stanford.edu

https://blog.transparency.org/2012/04/20/if-you-dont-know-how-to-fix-it-please-stop-breaking-it/

From Transparency International: The Global Coalition Against Corruption

https://www.chicomm.com/blog/we-cant-fix-what-we-dont-know-is-broken

We Can’t Fix What We Don’t Know is Broken

Posted by Lisa MacGillivray

at Chicago Communications

Next Week’s Writing Prompt:

Which will also be posted across Collective Breath and Bruka Theatre’s social media platforms: Write about the phrase ‘Everything must go’

Closing Sentiments and an Invitation

~Gracious~

Determined infatuation breeds

emptiness on repeat

Whereas gracious cooperation leads to

joy that is complete

That’s it for my personal portion. If this is where you get off this train of thought, because you checked in to listen, thank you for tuning in and absorbing. I appreciate your time and consideration. If you are here for the Weekly Wellness Writing Workshop group portion via Zoom Meeting, please transition to that application now using the link provided in the details/description section of the ‘Collective Breath’ Bruka Theatre Facebook Event Page. The link is also in the bio section of the Collective Breath Instagram page @biggestlittlecollectivebreath

Keep writing. Keep your heart open and your mind aware. Keep coming back for more. Keep going. Keep giving. Keep doing. Keep daring to believe in a better way of living. Keep loving and creating. Keep each other safe and sound. Keep it real, and keep the faith. I love you. Goodbye for now.

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Being heard, stirred, and perhaps cured by life's many hidden images and the written-spoken word.
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