Writing Wild Society

Adrienne Crowley

For a long time, I was living a life that looked right from the outside and felt not-quite-mine on the inside. I was capable. I was coping. I was also quietly disconnected from myself, making decisions from my head while something deeper kept trying to get a word in. Writing is how I've always figured out life. I've kept a pen close since I was a girl in second grade, and somewhere along the way I learned the truest thing I know: when I can be myself on the page, I can be myself in life. The page has always been where I find my way back. So when the busyness of becoming who I thought I should be pulled me away from myself, writing is what returned me. Pen moving before I could talk myself out of what I meant. The truth I'd been avoiding, finally said. And over the last fifteen years of somatic practice, I learned to trust what my body had been holding all along. I built the Writing Wild Society because I didn't want to do that alone, and I don't think you should have to either. Solo journaling is sacred. But something else happens when women write in the same room, reaching for honesty at the same time. We go further. We stay. This is a place to meet yourself on the page, again and again, and to be met. Tender and fierce, both. Come write wild with us.