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I’ve written in some form my entire career in magazine publishing, brand development and ideation. Yet, as I embark on a new literary odyssey, I realize that my public words have supported other people’s dreams. It’s different when the words are your own, and you are the one standing naked before the crowd.

Writing my first novel has evoked a kaleidoscope of emotions. Each morning the dial spins and a new constellation of moods appear. I don’t know if I’ll spend the day amazed by my own perceived brilliance or angrily resenting the blinking cursor for its taunting lack of movement. Neither is real. The only truth I’ve found is that writing is not for sissies.

I see the world in story – it teaches me, it fascinates me, it organizes me. It illuminates messages, and it soothes shadowed places; it can be a gentle nudge or a barking realization. Story gives life to my life.

I wanted to be a singer, a big-voiced soul sister belting out my stories, but I can’t carry a tune. I wanted to be a dancer with crafty cat-moves, but at 40 the tour bus has left the lot. I arrived at writing like an ungrateful kid wanting cupcakes instead of spelt muffins. But as my moon-walk rusts, neglected in the closet, I still have the need to share.

The stories are stockpiling as I am running out of internal storage, and I realize that with a little honey, spelt muffins are actually quite tasty.  So this blog is for asking the questions that need to be asked, and playing where I have not yet played; it is for exploring the stories I’ve been carrying, and the ones we will gather along the way. They’re meant to be shared.  I hope you’ll join in the conversation.

           

Kassie Benham   Integral Coach, Writer, Cultural Creative

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  1. I’m along for the ride! Sounds like fun 🙂

    February 22, 2012
    • Come on in! I hope you’ll send us thoughts and insight from Cyprus.

      February 23, 2012
  2. Kassie, I want to write like you!
    I grew up in Germany, crazily loving creative expression through words. Once I dated a copywriter, though his personality had some flaws, his writing woo-ed me every time.
    As a coach I understand, no apron wringing allowed. However, English being my second language, at this point I don’t perceive myself brilliant in either language when I put pen to paper. Yet … now comes the good part … words written by writers of your caliber make me a better wordsmith.
    Do I need to say … I am a fan!

    February 25, 2012
    • Nicole, thank you for your kind words. They mean a lot as I venture into these foreign waters. The art of the story is so personal and transcends even the words themselves – and certainly transcends language. Your stories of life with your horses are beautifully told, connectable windows into the flow of relationships. The brilliance is in the images you evoke, whether between horse and human or human and human. Thank you for sharing YOUR stories.

      February 28, 2012
  3. Casey Wilson Self #

    Kassie,

    You are a beautiful and eloquent writer! As I venture into the land of re-inventing myself (again), I am excited to have found your website! I look forward to the journey!

    Casey

    February 28, 2012
    • Dear Casey, Thank you! I’m glad your voice will be part of this journey. We are evolving creatures; My hope for this site is that it becomes the living room where we can curl up with our friends and talk – to share what we are shedding, what we are becoming and all the circuitous paths in between. I hope you’ll come back for a chat.

      February 29, 2012
  4. Yes. I am so honored and blessed to be connecting with other women that are taking such a similar journey. What I received while reading this is…I am not special (rd: different). In that knowing of not being special I am losing my need to be the strong one, the one that has all the answers. I am losing the self imposed brocade that keeps me separate. I am free to be my human self.

    This self includes: Strength, wisdom, vulnerability, sadness, joy, alive and death. Over and over again. As I listen to the stories of others, it gives me a sense of belonging.

    Thank you for you.

    November 29, 2012

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