In yoga class recently, my teacher read a passage from The Spirituality of Imperfection: Storytelling and the Search for Meaning by Ernest Kurtz and Katherine Ketcham. As she was reading, I thought, “Hey, she’s talking about my critique group!”
This is the passage:
Home is, ultimately, that place where we find the peace and harmony that comes from learning to live with the knowledge of our own imperfections and from learning to accept the imperfections of others. Such a place, such a home, can exist in various settings, but its ultimate foundation rests jointly within self and within some group of trusted others. Some places are more conducive to this experience than others. But wherever and whenever we do attain that sense of “being-at-home,” we experience a falling away of tensions, a degree of balance between the pushing and pulling forces of our lives. In such a place, we cease fighting—most importantly, we can cease fighting with ourselves. We find the space to be the imperfect beings that we are, and we discover that in such a space, we also become able to let others be who they are.
I realized that our critique group has become a sort of home for me personally and as an artist and writer. We literally share our imperfect work and our imperfect selves with each other. We are striving together to become great writers, great artists, and great people but there is an implicit acknowledgement and acceptance that we are not perfect. If we and our work were perfect, why would we bother meeting?
So what does this mean for you and your critique group? I don’t know exactly. But I think it has something to do with celebrating the imperfection of writing, the imperfection of critiquing, and the imperfection of being human.
Welcome home.
ScrivaLiz





