2019 (46)

My hope is to offer encouragement to writers as well as to those who simply love to read. You will find snippets of things I am working on and special announcements here.

Sunday, 24 November 2019 15:06

Bringing Forth This Work

Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

Do you have the courage? Do you have the courage to bring forth this work? The treasures that are hidden inside you are hoping you will say yes.~Jack Gilbert (From Big Magic, Creative Living Beyond Fear by Elizabeth Gilbert)

This morning I opened the window blinds in my study. I could not refrain from allowing the saffron-colored leaves to inhabit my writing space. I stood at the window for several moments pondering the creative journey with writing. I didn't intend to take this route. Didn't really believe I had the courage to write. I realized it merely took saying "Yes. I'll see what may be hidden inside me." In 2005, managing a long-distance relationship with my husband, I decided to write about our love story. The project filled my weekends when we couldn't be together, and I found that writing became a companion. When I showed up at the page, I found an  alchemy of healing, joy and company in the process. I wasn't lonely. The first steps down the road led to a book, then another, then another. And soon to be another. I suppose I got so far down the pathway, I could not abandon my curiosity to see what I might discover around the next bend.

At times along the path, I've had the opportunity to share some of my work. I am pleased that I'll have that chance once again next Sunday, December 1, at Main Street Reads Main Street Reads in Summerville, SC from 12-2 pm. If you are local, I'd love to see you there.

I asked the owner, Shari J. Stauch, what motivated her to open the shop in this age of the Amazon monopoly. She replied, "I opened Main Street Reads because it was needed in the community. With five high schools in the area and the nearest bookstore half an hour from here, it seemed a travesty not to have a local bookstore. I work with authors in my other business, Where Writers Win Where Writers Win. I put authors on tour at stores around the country and what I've discovered is that indie bookstores are actually thriving. People want a place of community where they can actually talk about books!"

Sunday, 17 November 2019 16:47

More Lambent Shores

Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

Modern life can feel dangerous and unstable.~Julia Cameron (From Transitions)

I peered out my window, the sky like gray cashmere. My mind raced with all I needed to do in the week ahead, the patients on my caseload that I had no answers for--my own future that felt shaky and obscure. Inhospitable, if I factored in all the unknowns. I reached for a teabag, Sweet Clementine Stress Support. Maybe the citrus tang would help reduce my anxiety. I recognized where I was once again--anchored in murky, fear-drenched waters. I needed to pull up anchor and head for more lambent shores. 

Over the last months, several Psalms emerged that have supported me in replacing layers of fear with layers of peace. I would practice a coping tool I've used in the past--have used here in my posts. Write a "crafted prayer" taken from Scripture that contains personal promises. The idea is taken from Graham Cooke, a teacher I consistently listen to online.

I took out my notebook and opened my Bible to the Psalms. It was as if I'd begun to row toward the light and away from a melancholy territory... 

Sunday, 10 November 2019 12:25

More Than The Grains Of Sand On Every Shore

Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

I hadn't realized my unforgiveness toward him--my heart like barbed wire where fragments of resentment still clung.

I'd taken his eight-week writing class more than ten years ago. He was renowned. Published. Skilled. I hung on his words and learned tools from him that I use to this day. Near the end of the course, I hesitantly approached the professor to give him some of my work. I hoped my wet palms wouldn't smudge the print on the pages. My shaking hands made the paper rattle. "Thank you for taking time to teach the course," I said. "It was meaningful to me." He barely glanced at me, then looked down, opened his briefcase and threw the pages inside. He pressed the locks on the satchel, and the double snap sounded the end of our conversation. "Later," he said.

That night I made a vow. "Never would I dismiss another writer artist in this manner. I would find a way to validate their courage to create."

Sunday, 03 November 2019 16:12


Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

I'm intrigued by soundtracks. A carefully written score can be like velvet ribbon entwined throughout a movie.

I believe our lives contain soundracks, too, composed by the great Creator. I believe He writes exquisite melodies that are interlaced through our history. He loves our sound. Loves to go back again and again to listen to the LP's of our lives.

Today I walked to the tidal creek near my house. Even though I go there frequently, the environment never disappoints me. This morning, the waters lay still with no ripple of disturbance. A seagull roosted on a dock post. A boat nestled nearby, quiet, lolling in the green-gray waters. The marsh grasses reflected the shift toward autumn, their leaves golden. No wind. 

Sunday, 27 October 2019 12:20


Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

...this, perhaps, is how lives are measured, a series of abandonments that we hope beyond reason will eventually be reconciled.~Anthony Doerr (From About Grace)

I listened to the top 40 radio station, and I heard the DJ in her lilting, perfect announcer voice say, "Have you ever worked a jigsaw puzzle, with say 1,000 pieces? You spend all that time and patience on completing the puzzle, and then find you're missing one piece. Well now there's a company who will create that missing piece for you, and you'll get it within two weeks. Hows that for service?"

This week, it was as if I'd called that company and they sent a puzzle piece that I fitted into place--that made that one section of the sky in the landscape entirely blue. 

In the seventies, I walked the campus of the university I attended just outside of Dallas, Texas, looking the part of most any 19-year-old woman of the time--bell bottom hip huggers, tie-dyed shirt, a backpack loaded with heavy textbooks. I belonged to a sorority. I made good grades. I actually liked writing term papers and sequestering myself in the library--books silent, tangible companions. Internally, though, I felt "less than," as if I'd never measure up. Critical of my hair that waved down my back. Oh, how I wanted that straight, sleek hair like Marcia Brady's. Giovanni and I had separated by that point, too, and my unkempt heart felt too wrecked to expose. During this time, another journalism student, a couple of years my senior, befriended me. I felt safe with him, because he was genuinely kind. I found him to be exceptionally smart and funny. Yet I couldn't imagine that he would see anything attractive in me. Every time I was around him, I worried that I'd say something stupid. I doubted that I had anything valuable to offer, so I detached. Avoided him. "If he only knew how defective I was," I thought. I did not let him into the parched, cracked places in my thinking. I let no one in.

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What Readers Are Saying

In Missing God Priscilla takes a brave and unflinching look at grief and the myriad ways in which it isolates one person from another. The characters are full-bodied and the writing is mesmerizing. Best of all, there is ample room for hope to break through. This is a must read.

Beth Webb-Hart (author of Grace At Lowtide)

winner"On A Clear Blue Day" won an "Enduring Light" Bronze medal in the 2017 Illumination Book Awards.

winnerAn excerpt from Missing God won as an Honorable Mention Finalist in Glimmertrain’s short story “Family Matters” contest in April 2010.