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Julie Jordan Scott
Bakersfield, California
On a Mission to Spread Word-Love Everywhere the World via Virtual Writing Camp & a traveling experience, too!
Interests: We may have even decorated it comfortably and with all the latest (or most valued antiques) we could possibly acquire, it isn’t our true home and that person is not who we are meant to be. I’ve been at those places of ache and yearning and not wanting to get up and yet I got up and I kept creating just like you can get up and get creating. And I got up and created again and again and again just like I know you can. I chose to do the heart work and set the images within me free. Especially when the last thing I wanted to do was keep going I… got up. I kept going. Even if it took longer than I ever imagined, I took it one slowly lifted heal and one firmly planted toe at a time. I’ve been there: the parent of a child with autism. The parent who fought for her child to be educated and stood up to educrats who didn’t seem to want to listen. I was in rehearsals for a play opening in Los Angeles when Samuel got the diagnosis. I was simultaneously working on my first Shakespeare Festival in Bakersfield. I wrote blog post after blog post and notebook entry after notebook entry. It was these creative adventures that kept me going. I created and I kept going. I’ve lost my brother, the one only fourteen months younger than me who I spent my whole life protecting. He had down’s syndrome, after all, and we had a unique almost inexpressible bond. I created his Celebration of Life. I didn’t know how one was to go about such a thing, so I flew by the seat of my pants and created an event I had no idea would be successful or unsuccessful. A woman I didn’t know approached me afterwards and said, “I was expecting to be so depressed after being here today, but instead, I feel so inspired. Thank you.” I will forever hold in my heart the look in my father’s eyes as he stood beside me and just said, “Thank you.” It was all he could say, just “Thank you.” I forgot to tell you my Mom had declared we wouldn’t have a memorial for my brother as she believed it would be too difficult. In my last moment of advocacy for my beloved brother I defiantly and angrily told my mother, “If it was any of the rest of us were dying, you wouldn’t say this. I will plan the service. I will host the service. John will have a memorial service just like the rest of us will.” Is a Celebration of Life a creative endeavor? Absolutely. I set heart images free, images people will always remember. I also lost a daughter to stillbirth, had a miscarriage, and a nephew with sudden infant death. I wrote poetry for newsletters. I became an editor of a local newsletter and a national newsletter. I created instead of crashing and I created when I felt like crashing. I gave people permission to emote and create and continue to do the same now. I’ve lost church friends when I said I couldn’t abide by the politics of their religious organization and I’ve lost married friends when my marriage failed. Each time I got up and I kept creating. I lost my health to melanoma. A year later, it was basal cell carcinoma. I asked a face painter to work my scar into her art for me. I posed for photographs. I daringly wrote blog posts while my scar was ugly. I wrote of my struggles with my appearance. I took the stage after confessing to my directors I felt self-conscious and understood if they wanted an unscarred person to play my role. I lost other friends to cancer: too many to list here but it started when I was forty and it just keeps happening. This is a price I pay for loving well. I got up and I kept going, I did the heart work and set images I didn’t know existed free. I performed, I sang, I built, I connected, I got up and I kept creating. I had my dearest, closest friend choose to disappear from my life, even or especially at the times when I needed my friend the most. Twice. (Yes, I know. I should have learned the first time.) I got up and I kept going. I cried and I wrote and I cried and I wrote and I cried. I lost the business I built because I was so wrecked from my brother’s death, my son’s diagnosis, my mother’s run-in with cancer and my friend, disappearing when I needed him the most. I got stronger. I eventually felt better and wiser. I got up and I kept going. And I continue to keep going. I learned to see the occasional outstretched hand and take it, even if I wasn’t sure exactly what to do with it. And I continue to learn and grow, grown and learn. I learned to listen to the wisdom inside me because I trusted creative processes to help me to find the way. You know what excites me most of all? It excites me most of all to see the smile on your face as you begin to learn your own truths, create your path and live your way into the life you’ve been meant to live all along. It excites me to see your heart images take form and fly and be born in ways you might not have even considered yet. Claim it, your life. Now begin. The Creative Life Midwife is here to inspire your artistic rebirth. We are so grateful you are here.
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I posted the plea that birthed this poem on Facebook in early December. Many people responded. I read through the suggestions and felt a sense of poetry in the collection of words/advice/compassion/finger wagging/caring. I first read about writing poems using... Continue reading
Posted Dec 26, 2016 at Poetry from Julie Jordan Scott
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It's been too long since I've written poetry consistently. I don't know why I stopped writing poems but today, like Forrest Gump with his running, I just decided to start writing poetry again. So I did. Perhaps not even a... Continue reading
Posted Dec 9, 2016 at Poetry from Julie Jordan Scott
Thank you, Annis! I'm remodeling my bedroom and the theme is "Virginia Woolf's Room" - homage, you know. :-)
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We often make choices based upon the things other people say to us or have said to us in the past. “Monday isn’t a good day to…” and “People don’t like people who….”and sometimes as ridiculous as “only skinny girls may wear skinny jeans.” There are times we don’t give... Continue reading
Posted Sep 20, 2016 at CLM Content
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Today is Passion Activator Friday – a day of intentional productivity many of us settle into as we end our week. I also use it as a platform to leap into the week to come. On our opening Periscope Broadcast we collectively created this question in the form of a... Continue reading
Posted Sep 19, 2016 at CLM Content
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Do you wonder if you are visionary? Do you consider how to use the secret methods of visionaries to bring your projects and ideas to life? It is so simple to access their ways of being, doing and creating: look at these five steps as a pathway to your own... Continue reading
Posted Sep 19, 2016 at CLM Content
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Today I was committed to beating myself up with negative self talk. I was haranguing and harassing myself, replaying old attitudes and declarations of less than, telling stories about ways I had proven myself wrong in the past and would obviously - or so I believed in that moment -... Continue reading
Posted Sep 19, 2016 at CLM Content
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I have a recipe for breaking through barriers to writing. When you believe you are blocked in your writing, when you think you have nothing to write about, show up wherever you are, look at your surroundings and write what you see. Write what you hear. Write what you smell,... Continue reading
Posted Sep 19, 2016 at CLM Content
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I thought I was posting a photo on Instagram about gratitude. The reality is, that IS what I was doing. I wasn’t planning to make a discovery about improving writing. After all, I’ve been facilitating writing programs since 1999. I’ve got most tips and tricks possible rumbling around my head... Continue reading
Posted Sep 14, 2016 at CLM Content
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I know you can. I know you can. I know you can! I was excited to sit at my desk and write this morning, but when I logged on and puttered around a bit, I lost all interest in writing. It was as if my desire to write a blog... Continue reading
Posted Aug 28, 2016 at CLM Content
Our work must be THAT important, Rachel...
Toggle Commented Aug 27, 2016 on Now Begin: This Next Chapter at Julie Unplugged
I look forward to your answer, Dana!
September will feel so new-normal again. Emma will be back at college and Samuel and I will be holding down the fort again. I totally get too many irons in the fire. I THINK I'm a master at that but then.... I look around and the sparks are flying and my hair is singed and... oh, goodness!!
Thank you for commenting, Amanda!! It was fun to actually write these out and share them...
Why thank you, Lauren! I am just not a "I am Julie and I do this and that for these and those" kind of person. I've finally embraced that and concluded I just need to be who I am - quirky and not fitting in anyone's mold. And that's a good thing!
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Two days in June. That’s all it took for the world to be changed. Two days in June. I wanted to see if I could do it, too. I wanted to see if I could write a book in four days in June, like Charlotte Perkins when she wrote her novella, The Yellow Wallpaper, during a heat wave on June 6 and 7 in the late 19th Century sitting in a small bungalow on the corner of Orange Grove near Colorado Blvd in Pasadena, very close to where Rose Parade takes place annually on New Years Day. She woke up,... Continue reading
Hi Lauren, Yes! The sessions will be recorded and there will be a facebook group where you will get that nudge you are speaking about. I would love sharing this experience with you!
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You may be wondering, "What does Julie mean by (Re)Write Your Life? What's up with that "Re" in parenthesis? Here's the thing: I love words and I love coming alongside other people who want to write or have written or want to write better and help them to feel as much love for words as I do. It just so happens I am having a love affair with the Prefix “RE” today. Look again at all the lovely things "Re" is able to do. Replenish. Rejuvenate. Restore. Again and again and again I am reminded of the vitality I feel... Continue reading
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Slanting light Held me momentarily Heavens vapors subtracted moments later I forgot to take off my shoes…. My soles do not bear the glue of wet soil ("so easily remedied, my love..." says spirit) ===== Continue reading
Posted Feb 24, 2016 at Poetry from Julie Jordan Scott
We'll be leaning into the word-theme of the year, Jean. I hope you'll continue to watch the scopes and the blog for more inspiration as we move along, leaning in, gently. :-)
LOL you know it then! :-) Absolutely!
Thank you, Maron. It is always so grand to "see" you here!
Thank you, so much! We are still in the midst of conversation! :-)
thank you, dear one! I appreciate hearing from you.... naturally... and the outdated is sort of my normal mode of living. I completely get it!! LOL
And you are a true dear. Love your work AND your heart!