I have just come back from an amazing business retreat run by Lucy Whittington with some incredible business women – some of them mothers, some of them not. All of us at different stages in our confidence and belief in our businesses.
We had two masterclass sessions with author Jennifer Manson. Jennifer, also known as The Flow Writer, interviewed each of us. She has this way about her that allows her to create space. She has unique talent to draw out your passion and enthusiasm for what you do, and the excellent value you provide to your clients. I was amazed at what came out of that interview. I will share when I get the edited audio files – we had to stop recording for a few minutes because I became very emotional. I don’t really know what prompted the tears … Jennifer asked me about my journey and I described when I knew the time was right to have children. I remember the moment precisely because I was standing at my Nan’s graveside, at her funeral. I talk about my Nan in my book. She was a very special woman and I now have this burning desire to find out more; to understand her more; to be in touch with her decisions as a mother. How she left her children and what emotions she experienced. I don’t know how I’m going to do that. I think I need to go back to her graveside to find the answers I’m looking for. I don’t know if the story I’ve been told is true – whether I misheard or misremembered. How else can I explore that?
The second masterclass with Jennifer was on writing … not the craft of writing. More the creating of stillness and visualisation before you write.
Jennifer asked us to write How I would like the world to be, followed by What’s my part in it.
I thought I would share this writing with you today:
I would like the world to be full of powerful, confident women, who know and are sure of where they are going and how to get there. Who don’t let others get in their way. Who recognise when somebody is diverting them, consciously or subconsciously. Whose children follow with them, laughing and smiling. There is sunshine and blue skies in the woods, birdsong and crows cawing. The undergrowth smells damp and is crunchy underfoot. Shades of dark and light, patterns in the trees, the grass, the leaves.
Women who recognise when another is being pressured or subjugated; who can stand as one and support each other. Who provide a source of strength, inspiration and protection to each other.
A circle of women, like a circle of wagons.
What’s my part in it? I am there cheering, jubilant, celebrating, guiding, leading. Running round the circle, the group, a bit like a sheep dog, encircling, encouraging “You CAN do it”. Power in strength, showing the way. A herd (maybe a heard) of women. I feel excitement. Celebration. Joy. Love.
We followed this immediately with another piece of writing to explore who is your audience, how do you want to touch them, and what do you want for them. Perhaps I will share that another day.
But right now, I have urgent matters to attend to … more intensive research on my Nan and her life.
I’d love you to leave a comment below … how has this writing touched you? Or come on over to The Confident Mother group on Facebook.