February 05, 2008
At first glance, I may appear to be a middle-aged American woman with kids, grandkids, a job in a hospital, and the responsibilities that come with all of that. 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 am enrolled in the Advanced Studies Program to earn certification for teaching Progoff’s Intensive Journal, www.intensivejournal.org. The Intensive Journal is a program of written exercises that are designed to reconnect with 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.
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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