The Power of Writing Unfettered

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	Forwarded this email? Subscribe here for more A Peace of Me The Power of Writing Unfettered Elaine Gantz Wright Mar 6   READ IN APP   I’m taking a rich and powerful virtual writing class with poet John Roedel called Heart Write Soul. The goal is to access the wild and precious truth of a singular moment in time—no editing, no revising, no overthinking. Co-hosts John and Michelle Francois-Walsh read poems and play music to serve as “off ramps” and prompts for our eight-to-ten-minute writing sprints and sacred group shares. This week, the notion of peace captured me. Here is what surfaced. Upgrade to paid A Peace of Me Peace. It’s not so simple. You can’t point to it and say, There it is. Peace. Calming raging conflict and racing thoughts from a diaspora of the mind. A global agreement or a deep, slow breath in the presence of nothing. I think peace might be negative space— like a pristine pool surrounded by cacophony, holding the possibility of everything. Both ephemeral and substantial— ever-taunting disruption: A baby cries. A pot boils over. A bottle of olive oil shatters on the floor. A bomb drops. A party capitulates. A mother of three is shot for no reason at all. Peace is precariously strong and powerfully fragile. We must cradle it with intention, carry it with respect. Peace doesn’t just happen. Like democracy, it does not spread unattended. Peace is not something we get— but something we find in the next exhale. Grief Matters is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Upgrade to paid I’m still pondering this one. You're currently a free subscriber to Grief Matters. For the full experience, upgrade your subscription. Upgrade to paid   Like Comment Restack   © 2026 Elaine Gantz Wright 548 Market Street PMB 72296, San Francisco, CA 94104 Unsubscribe