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Today

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 23, 2024. Posted in General, Writing. 8 Comments on Today

Today, I met with the two folks I’m co-collaborating with on our Wild Goose Contemplative Writing experience. We talked about contemplative writing, what it was, how on earth we create a meaningful experience in 50 minutes. We laughed. Fully understanding we were in this together, we brainstormed. Our resulting plan is awesome. Perhaps...

Wild Poems

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 22, 2024. Posted in GOD, LOVE, Writing. 3 Comments on Wild Poems

My emotions rocklike wavesa victim of forces uncontrolled. My heart singsLord, it’s beautiful.How does that calm survive the chaos? Purple Martins fly,Ripe plums bend branches.Beautiful brick marcheswhere grass grows green.We will all be okay. A jigsaw of cloudsWhat looks forebodingcreates contrast, warning us,“We are...

Re-Potted

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 20, 2024. Posted in General, GOD. 2 Comments on Re-Potted

I netted the fig tree. I planted five yellow flowering plants and four purple flowering plants. I tore up a decomposing tomato barrel, threw away the pieces, and dispersed the dirt. I did the same for two other rotten containers. I took four tropicals that didn’t come in hanging baskets and re-potted them into hanging baskets. I planted...

A Full Night’s Sleep

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 15, 2024. Posted in General. 4 Comments on A Full Night’s Sleep

I went to sleep last night and didn’t wake up. No, not that (or logically, I wouldn’t be typing this, right?) I mean, I went to bed and got a full night’s sleep until morning light. If you take my life and cut it into the size of a ruler, this statement has been true for 11 3/4 inches. One of my few talents has always been...

Watermelon

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 5, 2024. Posted in General, GRIEF. 8 Comments on Watermelon

I cut into the watermelon, and I want to go back so bad. Back to the days when summer was hot but not brutal, when happiness drove me. When I swagged into the kitchen at my grandmother’s house, thumped a watermelon onto the Formica counter, and cracked a sharp knife through the rind. It was the summer after my second year of law...

I’m Back!!!

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 31, 2024. Posted in Writing. 16 Comments on I’m Back!!!

My goodness, y’all. We talked every day during Lent then…..silence. My contemplative writing, the subject of those 40 posts, has fallen off the same way. Sometimes a marathon depletes you. Then you regain your strength, and I’m back! Here’s some news: The Big Moose Prize hosted by Black Lawrence Press named When We...

New Orleans Magic

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 28, 2024. Posted in General. 2 Comments on New Orleans Magic

Today, Sunday of the first weekend in Jazz Fest when New Orleans magic pulses through the air like a fine purple spray, I saw an eighty-year-old man with hair the same color as his mauve shoes join a band playing in the Bywater in a furniture shop (a handcrafting furniture type of shop, not a gallery floor) to sing his one hit from 1958 and...

Wild Goose, Y’all

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 26, 2024. Posted in General, Writing. 8 Comments on Wild Goose, Y’all

I’m so excited. I’ve been accepted to the Wild Goose, y’all. They accepted a proposal for a contemplative writing hour as an Experience offering at this summer’s festival. Wild Goose Festival is a hippy-dippy Christian social justice festival held in fields north of Charlotte, best as I can tell. Two other...

That Humming is You

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 24, 2024. Posted in GOD, LOVE. 7 Comments on That Humming is You

No one is getting out of this alive. The flow will continue after you, it never stops. Don’t dam it. Jump into the stream. Don’t struggle. Roll. Submerge. Stopper your ears and listen. That humming is you, your life energy. What you bring into the world. Once you are gone, that particular humming will stop. Love it. Marvel in...

My Way of Talking

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 21, 2024. Posted in Featured, General. No Comments on My Way of Talking

My way of talking, it seems, is stringing together one story then another then another. This spells conversation to me. The stories are associational. Oh, you had an experience with barbed wire? Let me tell you how as children we pried apart the strands of barbed wire on Mamo’s farm and bent our backs to level ourselves into the next...