Saturday is my favourite day of the week, even if it is raining.  There is just something about a Saturday that can make me misty eyed on a day like this.  And if is sunny, I want to jump for joy.

What better way to spend today than at a memoir writing workshop.  I learned so much from Yvette Nolan on writing and why we write.  Contrary to my belief that I would not be able to write a single word amidst a bunch of people, I found that it was easier.  Maybe it was the camaraderie of our group and the skill of our facilitator.

I wrote like the dickens.  I was secretly pumped.  Feelings and secrets rose from their deep dark corners into my consciousness.  I felt shame washing through me as I wrote.  I did not want people to know my shame and secrets.  I did not even want to know my own secret.  It is SUCH a secret.

It is this washing out- the revealing of truths,  that is so healing in memoir writing.  I will have to be a little braver each day, develop my voice and allow it to speak its truth.  I have to allow myself to be healed.