Women’s Words writing week has been like looking through a kaleidoscope.
I look in and see so many different pieces of color.
Emerald green, cobalt blue, “yellow like the sun” as my toddler son used to say, scarlet red, a dark purple hue like the shadow of a prairie sunset, the true orange color of a sun ripened mandarin fruit. I do not see black or white, nor any shades of grey in any space, just total vibrant color.
Tiny shards and specks tumble. Chunks of color; blending, falling, rising, moving, changing places. Different permutations and combinations, all coming together in turn after turn of enchanting energy. Gorgeous, vibrant, ever changing patterns.
Captivated by the strong yet gentle, courageous women surrounding me, I am entranced.
I am fascinated by the power in their spoken words, their passionate voices.
I am grateful to be here, to be present, to have heard.
Women’s Words was a week long writing workshop initiated by Eunice Scarfe. It was held at the University of Alberta Faculty of Extension in Edmonton for 20 years.
Last year was the 20th anniversary. I was honored to have a piece of writing selected last year for the 20th anniversary anthology published to celebrate women’s writing.
There will be no Women’s Words held this June. I do not know why.
Today, I was thinking about the week I spent there several years ago.
Looking through my old notebook from the workshop, I came across a few sentences I had written in response to a prompt Eunice had given us at the very end of the week – “This week has been…”
This week’s prompt for Bite-size Memoir at Lisa Reiter’s blog was “Magic and Fairies”:
It inspired me to write about that week as a 150 word (no more, no less) bite-sized memoir.
Women’s Words was pure magic, no fairies required.