Postage from Anne

Anne, yesterday I saw my first robin, so imagine the happy discovery of your card! You sent it long ago, and I received it just in time for spring. Thank you for sending it. My only excuse is that I’ve been writing, writing, writing. If it’s possible to read too much, I’ve been doing that, too. Letters get slipped inside books and between manuscript drafts, the happiest places I know. If you’re reading this, leave me a comment and tell me what you’ve been up to, and please – come back and visit us at Viva anytime. It’s full of feathers over here.

New here? Are you wondering, “What’s Postage?” Write to me here.

There are just 2 spots left in my Online Writing Workshop here.

Online Storytelling Workshop – class begins tomorrow

Instructor: Leigh Hopkins
$125 for 3 weeks
Begins March 20

If you’re a blogger, memoirist, or storyteller and you love community, join us. Using a simple new online platform, you’ll blend creative writing and storytelling with the mystic traditions of other cultures. Join us for this supportive and dynamic online workshop, including:
  • weekly writing prompts
  • guided journeys and meditations
  • videos and TEDTalks
  • weekly “critiques” (feedback from instructor and peers)
  • an open discussion forum
  • private community
  • suggested websites and magazines for submitting your work
“Sometimes telling the story is the thing that saves your life.” – Lidia Yuknavitch, author

About the Instructor

Leigh Hopkins is a writer, educator, and seminar leader. In 2010, she left a career in social policy and education reform to move to Brazil, where she launched Viva Institute by rigging a satellite dish to a boulder in a banana field. An avid blogger, essayist and poet, you can find Leigh’s work in Elephant Journal, ENTROPY Magazine, Manifest-Station, and The Philadelphia Inquirer. Today, Leigh lives and writes in Philadelphia, where she is completing a novel.


Postage from Alaskat / A Card for Humanity


I received this postcard from AlasKat almost a year ago, and I loved it so much I used it as a bookmark. A few weeks ago, it reappeared in a stack of my many books, along with more postcards and letters from blog readers. Thank you – I’ll be posting those soon!

To AlasKat in Arizona – a garden of gratitude for the timelessness of this message.


Ask Yourself:

“Is this in the best interest of Community?”

If we feel we don’t have the energy to do it – we don’t.

If we begin & trust & ask … Help will arrive.

And who knows what unexpected beauty & dreams they will bring?

Inexhaustible resources & energy wellsprings exist, when intent is grounded in LOVE.


Tend the Garden.

Starting soon…

Online Writing Workshop: Transformative Storytelling

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Every woman I’ve met carries a story inside her. Stories about loss and love, of adventure in far-flung places or the longing to create new ones, of the ache to return home or to make a new one. Stories of shame and rage and desire – the kinds of stories that climb the walls just to make themselves heard.

Stories that carry whole worlds.

I carry them, too.

I’m a woman who has to sit on her hands to keep the stories in, because that’s where I carry them. In my hands.

Sometimes our words don’t know the stories they’ll tell until our hands let them speak.

Put them on the page. Speak them or sing them just to find a place of truth outside yourself. Loose them to the wind.

Sometimes the very brave act of telling gives a thing new meaning.

Make a new story.

Words welcome change.

Writing Workshop: Transformative Storytelling – begins March 20, 2017.

Would you like to make a comment? Write to me or make your mark below.

What’s on my Nightstand: February 2017

Adult Fiction

Contents May Have Shifted, by Pam Houston
Dora: A Headcase, by Lidia Yuknavitch



The Places That Scare You, by Pema Chödrön
Unnatural Selection, by Mara Hvistendahl
The Botany of Desire, by Michael Pollan
Citizen, by Claudia Rankine


Short Story

Sonny’s Blues, by James Baldwin
Bloodchild, Octavia Butler



Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings, by Joy Harjo
The Art of Peace, by Morihei Ueshiba


Young Adult Fiction

Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda, by Becky Albertalli


Children’s Picture Book

The Blue Whale, by Jenni Desmond



The New Yorker
The Week



The New York Times



The New Yorker subscription card


Lip balm

HURRAW! black cherry lip balm


Bowl with apples & peanut butter

Field Day organic crunchy and salted peanut butter



Jack Russell Terrier (age 9)

“The Right to Bare Arms” (new essay in ENTROPY Magazine)

“Who cares what anyone thinks?” Amy opened her locker and pulled out the registration form. “I’m telling you, it will look good on a college application.”

“It will look ridiculous. It’s for bimbos. A total waste of time.”

We were feeling fresh from a trip to Albany to defend a piece of mock legislation we’d drafted ourselves, something that would make it illegal to put children with physical or mental impairments in nursing homes without providing therapeutic support, an issue we were preternaturally passionate about at sixteen – and it passed. Five years later it would become part of the Americans with Disabilities Act, but who knows, maybe we thought of it first, we were feeling that full of ourselves. Maybe too full. Good schools didn’t care about public school girls from dinky little Snowbelt towns. We had to work harder. We had to get out.

So I took the registration form. Filled it out, folded it up. “This is ridiculous,” I grumbled. Licked the stamp. Sent it off.

Fifty girls made the first cut. Fanned across a November stage, smiling and answering questions. Then twenty. Once a month, we were made to sing songs and give speeches, to pull slush-coated boots over summer stockings and write and act in commercials…there was even a press event at the city’s six-gate airport, a charity car wash, on and on like that until May. We smiled and answered questions about things that had nothing to do with college. Then ten. “If you had a magic wand, what would you wish for?” Five.

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The Right to Bare Arms, ENTROPY Magazine.

Still Gonna Do (#ShePersisted), The Manifest-Station.



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About Leigh Hopkins

Leigh-Hopkins-2017-midLeigh Hopkins 
is a writer, speaker, and educator. In 2010, she left a career in social policy and education reform to move to Brazil. There, she launched a retreat center and founded Viva Institute by rigging a satellite dish to a boulder in a banana field.

You can read Leigh’s monthly column, “Secret Circus,” on bestselling-author Lidia Yuknavitch’s site, Corporeal Writing. Her essays have been published in Elephant Journal, ENTROPY Magazine, The Manifest-Station, The Philadelphia Inquirer, Viva Institute, and at LeighHereNow. Leigh lives in Philadelphia with her wife, a painter, and their jittery Jack Russell Terrier.

Read full bio.

Postage from Shona

Shona, I love that the Sedona workshop set you on such a powerful course. In the name of badass traveling women and kindred spirits, sending you a big “Aho!” from Philadelphia … xo.

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