writing – Saturday Soul with Sandy Hibbard

If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?

Sandy Hibbard — Thu, 15 Feb 2024 05:27:34 +0000

Envision a hypothetical biography meticulously woven about you. Unfurling layers of your life story with intricate detail, laying bare your triumphs, trials, and the tapestry of experiences that define you. It’s raw, sometimes uncomfortable, yet it is undeniably yours. Now, alongside this intimate portrayal, you have been tasked with finding the perfect title. It’s not just about encapsulating your life in a handful of words; instead you must infuse them with the essence of who you are, beckoning readers to join you and read along on your journey. If it were me and I was having to title my own bio, I would be plagued with options: Should the title only mirror the contents of the bio – my feats, failures, and the unorthodox path I’ve tread? Or should it be a commentary on the theme of my story? On one hand, there’s the allure of a title that delves into my very being – “Sandy Hibbard: A Step-by-Step Guide to Becoming a Free Spirit.” It’s daring, evocative, yet does it risk oversimplifying my intricate journey? Then there’s the safer route – “The Life and Times of Sandy Hibbard: A Journey of Growth and Discovery.” Classic, timeless, but does it truly encapsulate the essence of my spirit? In any case, should the title be artsy, focused on the “pop”, the creative, or limited to only a few words that attract the search engines? What about the power of labels? How would you ensure the title doesn’t pigeonhole you? After all, labels do tend to stifle and define. We are all intricate, multifaceted beings, not reducible to a mere phrase. For me, the pursuit of the perfect title is a testament to my passion and my very life. It is a reminder of the delicate balance between embracing identity and breaking free from old constraints – whether self-imposed or societal. A great title should resonate with the fire that burns within, right? It will hopefully invite readers in to experience the highs and lows, the triumphs and tribulations, WITH you. As we delve into the realm of possibilities, remember that the magic of the written word lies in infusing it with the fervor of your spirit and authenticity, igniting curiosity, and inspiring readers to embark on their own odyssey of self-discovery… What would your title be?

Filling the Emptiness

Sandy Hibbard — Wed, 30 Dec 2015 20:17:33 +0000

“By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

Put Some Soul into it

Sandy Hibbard — Mon, 18 May 2015 16:56:51 +0000

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing,
then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.
~ Anaïs Nin

That Tingle – There it is Again

Sandy Hibbard — Tue, 04 Mar 2014 08:14:20 +0000

I was recently on a plane heading to San Francisco to attend a business event. On the flight I was just uncomfortable. I felt physically exhausted, anxious, and a bit squished into my seat. My legs were jittery and nervous and I needed to move, so after the plane gets up in the air, I took a brief walk up to the restroom. Settling back into my seat, I decide to turn on some music to take my mind off my jitters. “Maybe I could write”, I thought, I felt the muse pushing me (which is not uncommon when I fly). I could hear my blood running through my veins and the heaviness of tangly nerves laying on top of my muscles, squeezing, moving, and tingling without a thought. “Ok, I will write about that, about how my legs were feeling, and the rest of my body, I’ll direct some energy there instead.” I clicked the little white button on my ear buds and the muse brought me the rhythmic and entrancing music of Anoushka Shankar’s “Buleria con Ricardo” and here’s what happened:

That Tingle – There it is Again

TAP
tap tap fingers snap

my soul in rhythm to my body’s nerves
tingle wiggle
CLAP
my blood flows thick
through my legs like mercury running
slow
fast
slow
like the maestro’s
hands on the keys running through time
running through me
through scales
through my brain
FLIP
switch clap tingle wiggle snap
steady
now is the background beat
that fills the space between my brain
THAT

we dare not touch
heart mind spirit-breath
snap tickle-touch
stirring round round
flowing down down
the spine into my feet
like clay they stand
HARD
hardened
harpooned by their spears
of doubt
self dosed drug-induced
wriggle wrinkle warp
LOST
from self

denial
disdain demon-dust

shaking it down

whirl whirl twirl twirling
ahhhhhhh
and there it is again
that tingle
not of nerves
NO
nor wretched pain
but now it’s pounding

sounding

founding my brain

from blood to nerve
slapping
belly laughing
bending twisting turning
inside out
tap tap
TAP

bringing life to bone

blood and heart

every cell dancing
lifting
lighting

CLAP

A visit with the poets

Sandy Hibbard — Sat, 09 Jun 2012 15:29:42 +0000

One more life
The hills of Tuscany call my name
Like I have lived beneath the branches of ancient cedars
They call me to go higher
One journey opens up another
With scents of musk and lavender
I am embraced by cobbled streets and fleas along the Seine
Poets writing their mysteries
Speaking to my heart
Awakening my senses
I have been here before
I have loved and walked hand in hand
as their muse
They call me to go higher
To join them in the journey
of words
of worlds
The banquet of humans
love and adventure
desire and discovery
It fills me up
and I am sated by the fulfillment of just being me.

writing – Saturday Soul with Sandy Hibbard

If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?

Filling the Emptiness

Put Some Soul into it

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it. ~ Anaïs Nin

That Tingle – There it is Again

That Tingle – There it is Again

A visit with the poets

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing,
then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.
~ Anaïs Nin