February 05, 2008
Revised January 12, 2023
At first glance, I may appear to be a senior American woman with kids, grandkids, retired from a job in a hospital, and loving my life. Behind the image, which is true enough, I am fairly unhinged from much of American mainstream living, having spent twelve years in Saudi Arabia, years that sprung me from societal and familial impositions of narrow bands of truth. I have learned to embrace my sense of identity as a seeker, an artist, and a writer.
I spent several years studying and writing Progoff’s Intensive Journal, www.intensivejournal.org. The Intensive Journal is a program of written exercises that are designed to free up creative energy that has been been bound in the matrix of stress, self-neglect, and the imbalances between the outer life and the inner life. I learned much about writing and myself, but decided against teaching, because I’d have to arrange my own workshops and fish for participants. That is too much work for an introvert like me.
My name– Marahm– is an Arabic name, one that I like, and is similar to my given name. Marahm is written meem-ra-alif-meem in Arabic– مرام —and means “wish, desire.” I’ve added the “h” so non-Arabic speakers can know that the accent falls on the last syllable.
I study Arabic and Italian language, because I love them, and I love their people, and I plan to spend more time in both the Middle East and Italy after I retire. I write, and sometimes publish, flash memoir, and now a blog or two.
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