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What One Incredible Experience on a Lonely Beach taught me about Our Purpose. {Partner}

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This is a post written by Joanne Fedler—an Elephant partner. We’re honored to work with anyone this dedicated to helping us heal ourselves and each other by telling our stories . ~ Ed.


A week away from my due date, I was enormous and uncomfortable as I stood barefoot on the deserted beach.

I had survived the past year. Barely.

Trauma had sunk its claws into my family. Grief and sadness swirled within me like the aurora borealis. But birth demands hope—you have to be an optimist to bring new life into the world.

As I scanned the horizon, my heart heavier than the heft of my unborn son, a whale leapt out of the water and twisted in an air-dance before it disappeared again. I gasped. I’d seen many whales breach, but none so completely.

It launched again. And again. Each time, my gasps turned to whoops, and then to laughter. I looked around as people do in the presence of large sea creatures, to say, “Check out that crazy backflipping whale!” but I was alone on that beach, the only witness.

Eighteen years have passed, but the magic of that moment remains unabbreviated in my psyche.

When that whale soared in defiance of gravity, I swear, I felt chosen: to be the eye that sees the tree fall in the forest, so that it can be said, “it made a sound.”

Sometimes when we’re unravelling, all it takes is an instant like this to rewire us and bring us back. It’s not every day that we’ll find ourselves the only onlooker to an uncommon sighting in nature such as this. But there is an equivalent witnessing process we can each draw on whenever we need it.


As an internationally bestselling author and writing mentor, I spend my life bringing people to the act of self-witness through writing.

When we put words on the page, two mystical processes are activated.

Firstly, we take up our position, no longer as a victim of our lives, but as an attentive survivor. It requires of us new and brave eyes because if no one else has seen our grief, we may have begun to “unsee” it too. When asked “how are you?” we may have taught ourselves to say, “I’m fine, really,” and “I don’t want to talk about it.” We may have become sanitation experts of our experiences, with easy, manicured responses to some of our most profound suffering.

There is danger in this willful un-witnessing. In his beautiful book The Smell of Rain on Dust, Martin Prechtel writes, “It is a terrible source of grief not to be able to grieve.” When we do not tend to ourselves in this deeply present manner, we tolerate illness, loneliness, and invisibility. It’s exhausting not to feel the truth of our experiences.

Writing reverses all that.

When we write, we volunteer to be the eye that sees. Heartache and loss—which perhaps felt unshareable—are reshaped. And I would go so far as to say that even if no one ever reads our words, we have by our own action declared, “My life is worth bearing witness to.” That alone is deeply healing.

In writing, we stop deferring our pain. We actively refuse to pass it mutely down through generations until some gritty heart declares, “Okay, let’s unravel this bugger once and for all.”

Secondly, in writing, we summon our own hidden wildlife—it’s always there, just beneath the surface, the way the whales exist in the ocean long before we catch them playing in full sight. As we stitch language to emotion, we invite meaningful, creative conversations with ourselves about what it means to be alive. I believe this is what Joseph Campbell, the great mythologist meant when he said, “You have to learn to recognize your own depth.”

We may even fall back in love with ourselves when we receive—as we always do—a sign (the emotional equivalent of a breaching whale) that something powerful and beyond imagination survives within us. I have seen many people come back from the dead through their writing.

So how do we create an environment for this witnessing to flourish?

Martin Prechtel suggests we go down to the ocean to grieve, but never alone. Always with a “designated non-griever.” Someone who “knows how to listen” and who will not try to “cure you.” The role of this person is to witness your grief, and to make sure you don’t drown. Someone to keep you safe, but not restrained.

As a writing mentor, I have started to think of myself as the equivalent of a “designated non-griever,” someone who can remain compassionate and unflinching as people explore the desolations and wounds that have made them who they are. I run free writing challenges, inviting new people to join me in this community of passionately present people who are willing to see, hear, and feel their own and other’s suffering.

Pretchel asks the question: “What do you get out of grieving when the tribe listens or where the ocean listens, or the bubbling spring with a birch listens? You get nothing: just your life back.”

The Shona tribe of Zimbabwe respond to the greeting, “Are you well?” with, “I am well if you are well.”

These words have become the invitation to my writing community, a group of aspiring writers from all over the world who want to awaken through their writing.

It’s been my dream to create an online community where people who have until now, felt alone in their suffering, can feel like they belong.

Peter Block in his book, Community: The Structure of Belonging, exquisitely tells us that when we belong, our “longing to be” is affirmed. We decide we want to be here. We have a shared responsibility to bear witness to one another’s grief, lest, as Cheryl Strayed reminds us, “the burden of loss is placed entirely upon the bereaved, while the rest of us avert our eyes and wait for those in mourning to stop being sad, to let go, to move on, to cheer up. And if they don’t—if they have loved too deeply, if they do wake each morning thinking, I cannot continue to live—well, then we pathologize their pain; we call their suffering a disease. We do not help them: we tell them that they need to get help.”

Storytelling is how we share this load with others and as a culture, carry one another forward.

In telling our stories, we put a call out in the universe: “Is anyone there?” When our story touches another, who calls back, “I am here, if you are here,” it’s as if, for a brief moment, a whale dances and hope leaps back at us, wildly and unjustifiably.

And we remember who we are and why we are here.

Join me for my next free 7-day writing challenge on January 18, 2018 and become part of my tribe of awakening storytellers.


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About Joanne Fedler

Joanne Fedler is an internationally bestselling author of 10 books, writing mentor, and founder of her own publishing company, Joanne Fedler Media.

She is a Yale law graduate and Fulbright scholar, but her greatest achievement was being named Hustler’s Asshole of the Month in August 1994 for her role in fighting for gender equality in South Africa. Her latest book, Your Story: how to write it so others will want to read it published by Hay House, is an invitation to all aspiring writers to tell their story but to avoid the narcissistic loop by learning how to engage a reader. She runs free 7-day writing challenges twice a year as a springboard into her 8-week transformational Author Awakening Adventure online course described by a former participant as “the iPhone of writing courses” in which she discovers the authors she publishes. She loves winter boots, silver earrings, summer mornings, and long conversations with her cats, Archie and Tanaka.


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