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in issue five
poetry afterthoughts take me back
in
every issue future
issues previous
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There
has never been a greater need for bravery at any time since I've been
alive. There has never been a stronger moment than now to act as bravely
as possible in every moment. In every moment I can choose to be brave, act
courageously, or I can choose to cower down and hide.
Every single moment counts. This
morning I wanted to cower. I procrastinated waking up, and even one of my
cats seemed to sense this as she jumped on me, purring on me, urging me to
get up and play. I really, really didn't want to get up. I hoped that if I
stayed in bed, under the protection of my down comforter, in my safe
little flat in San Francisco that I could go on pretending that I wasn't
facing an ending today. I could pretend I wasn't about to go into work and
say goodbye to my job and over three years of memories. Goodbye only to
the memories because most of my friends were laid off in April. But
I chose to be brave this morning, chose to go out and participate fully
with the world, and chose to go into my office for the last time.
It got easier as I walked out my front door and down the steep hill
to catch the train. Somehow I
found a seat on the crowded train. Two
stops later a woman carrying an infant sat next to me and we chatted about
the wonder of babies. I wanted to photograph her baby, strapped to her in
a soft cotton sling. I
stepped up one more rung on the bravery ladder and asked her, explaining
that I am creating a book about being real.
She responded with a pleased “yes”. "There
is something wonderful about mothers and babies," I commented. "There's
something very real about babies, there's no pretense," she
responded. "We
should all strive to be like babies."
I wondered what my world would be like if I was that authentic in
every single moment. As
I was getting off the train I noticed a caption in a fellow commuter's
newspaper: NO LONGER AFRAID
I
knew if I could be brave enough to ask to take the photo, that I could
face what the day would bring, including saying goodbye to the place that
sustained me for the past three years. As
much as I hate the adage: as one door closes, another opens, I find it
annoyingly true. The door to
my job has closed, but the door to what I really want to create in this
world is opening. I
have a new dream of bringing hands-on creativity to our world.
Be Real’s Lead Editor, Becky, and I dove into this by creating a
writing workshop called Play With Your Words.
We held the first workshop this month with rave reviews that
delighted and surprised us. We’re
holding the second one on January 27th in the San Francisco Bay
Area. We designed this
workshop especially for those who feel stuck in their writing, those who
say they can’t write, and for those who love to write and want to do
more of it! We would love to see you there! And
my first big dream – the creation of Be Real Magazine – continues to
be a mind-blowing success. We’re
celebrating an anniversary here at Be Real Magazine.
We’re ONE YEAR OLD this month.
One year’s worth of issues have been born here – it’s hard
for me to believe that what was once a mere idea has blossomed into
something more amazing than I could have ever predicted.
I didn’t know we’d have 2,000 readers from 20 countries – all
I knew was that I wanted to create a home for novice writers.
We
have more new contributors for the Bravery issue – it would seem that
the theme inspired some writers to come out of hiding!
Our contributors have so many great things to say about bravery –
from our national disaster on September 11th to stories of
personal bravery. Browse
around please and tell us what you think!
In
closing, there are two groups of people I would like to thank.
First, I send boundless gratitude to our volunteer editors –
Becky, Cynthia, and Pamela – who edit because of the love they have for
editing. Thank you – you
are true miracles! And
second, my gratitude goes to our readers and our contributors, without you
we wouldn’t have a magazine. Thank
you for a wonderful first year! All
the best, Julie
Russell
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