I Begin to Say Something
“There’s no doubt in my mind that I have found out how to begin to say something in my own voice.” – Virginia Woolf, Diary, July 26, 1922 Have you begun to say something in your own voice? Our collaborative narrative offers a place to start, to continue, or to return to what you want to claim. In creative response to January’s featured Q, one woman finds herself interwoven with doubt and strength, another resurrects...
We Are the Words
“We are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.” ― Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being We “are the words” and we are quickened by the truths women have claimed in the past year, echoing a resolute awareness of our creative selves, our collective wisdom, and our legacy. In 2019, we carry forward our shared purpose by expanding our collaborative narrative with The Q, preparing the Waves Anthology for...
Mirrors, Trail Finders, and Citizens
“As a woman my country is the whole world.” – Virginia Woolf As we continue to imagine a borderless song-map together, may we mirror one another’s truths and doubts, lose our trail and find it, and claim the light of our dreams. We invite you to read Molly Howes, Alison Hicks, and Monteque Pope-Le Beau’s pensive poetry submissions to “Where I Am From” in full below. ...
Movement and Our Song-Map
This past Monday, I read new poetry by indigenous women, and they made my migratory bones hum. It spoke to the question: What is my deepest need? My instinctive answer is movement. At the Ghost Ranch Retreat 2015, I shared how the white feather can be a symbol for our journey, inspired by the Cherokee Beloved War Women, whose extraordinary courage and compassion merited a swan wing. Here’s what I’ve learned about our...
From Cacophony, I Show Up
“But you exist somewhere. Something of you remains.” – Virginia Woolf, The Waves When Ramona Reeves asked what she could do for herself and others because she didn’t have to wait, she flung open a red tent in Austin. Making space for others often begins with making space for ourselves. How often do we, as women, bring fragments of our own lives together in order to liberate our deepest need like Lauren...