title: Trance Poetics: Your Writing Mind
author:  Kristin Prevallet 
description: Kristin Prevallet is a consulting hypnotist certified through the National Guild of Hypnotists and an Integral Life Coach certified through the International Association of Counselors and Therapists. She received a M.A. in Humanities through the University of Buffalo and has received residencies and awards from the New York Foundation for the Arts, PEN America, the Poetry Society of America, George Mason University, and Spalding University. She currently directs the Center for Mindbody Studies where she leads workshops and works with private clients. Her writings on poetics and consciousness have appeared in a variety of publications including Spoon River Review, The Chicago Review, Fourth Genre, and Reality Sandwich; she is the author of four books including You, Resourceful: Return To Who You Want To Be, I, Afterlife: Essay in Mourning Time and most recently, Everywhere Here and in Brooklyn: A Four Quartets. Follow her blog: http://www.trancepoetics.com Correspond: kristin@mindbodystudies.com
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  _For Sigrid Anna Stephenson Taylor  
  Intrepid, incorrigible, intelligent—like Charlotte_
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # _Charlotte’s World_
  
  
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  # PREFACE  
   _The Bay_  
  2004
  
  
  Like an unfinished symphony, her story played on my mind for most of my life.
  It would rock to the tune of the passage of time, an adagio of high notes, low
  notes and illusive movements. Then when I least expected it, I happened upon
  the missing notes in the life of Charlotte Howe Taylor.
  
  
  The rising sun is stretching out over Alston Point as I cycle along the
  boardwalk on the Baie de Chaleur in northern New Brunswick. A glint catches my
  eye and I glance sideways, trying to keep the bike upright on the narrow path.
  The morning rays are bouncing off a newly installed bronze plaque. Curious, I
  leave the bike and wade through knee-high shimmering sea-grass to find out
  what warrants a marker at the end of Youghall Beach.
  
  
  The inscription sends shivers up my spine. Line by li