Tania Pryputniewicz teaches Transformative Blogging and is currently writing a book based on her courses. She is looking to connect with other women bloggers, instructors of blogging and like-minded creatives. A graduate of the Iowa Writers' Workshops, Tania is co-founding blogger and instructor at Mother, Writer, Mentor where she teaches Poetry of Motherhood and Poetry of Fatherhood. She has blogged since 2007 at Feral Mom, Feral Writer. Her latest poetry projects involve photo poem montages and poetry sculpture.
I chase peacock’s tail– Who can resist dawn’s dewed lawn, Trill of rainbow keen? Every heart has the capacity to be confused, lured by the “seven deadly sins”…or, to give them a gentler name, seven sisters (or brothers) of the chameleon heart, a youthful faction of the inner family still finding a way to stand […]
In this on-line Tarot Writing course, we will explore Tarot’s many faces of Change, from Public Change (Chariot, Wheel of Fortune) to Impediments to Change (Hanged One, Devil) to Mind/Body Change (Hermit, Strength), to Structural Change (Tower), to Surrendering to Change (Death, Fool). Approaching the Tarot from a relaxed, open-hearted stance, we will explore how […]
Your love friend, spins me Pollened slippers to the sky Handstands side-by-side. Remember that friend, like the one I remembered here, triggered by last week’s Six of Cups prompt? Did you climb trees together? Sneak out of bedroom windows on full moon nights for a swim in the river? Watch a double header of The Shining […]
Grief is a blue cloak Wicking tears from root-spilled cups Widow, turn: Friends wait. I was surprised a widow showed up in this Haiku for the last week’s Five of Cups prompt. But certainly she belongs there. The indigo tears of the heart send us down a river of collective griefs and abandonments beyond our […]
Did I make this cup? Behind potter’s door, kiln waits– Lover of all forms. Behind this door, clay, studio, kiln, and the many pairs of hands choosing what to sculpt and fire co-mingle in rhythm of activity and stillness. I’m thinking of the dual blessing and challenge of the human heart. How deeply we grieve […]
Flying along the California coast from San Diego to Oakland, I am already paying the price mothers pay when they go off on a weekend writing retreat. Sitting on the runway, in concert with the stewardess’s final request for us to turn off cell phones, I see a voicemail from the school nurse scoot across […]