I realize it has been quite a while since my last blog and I am so sorry for that. It’s just that, well, I have been preparing my book, “The Conservative Congregant” for publishing. It goes on sale tomorrow, August 30. I’ve been so excited about this book because it is about the things dear to my heart, namely homeless people and God and blessings and ministry and I could go on and on.
The thing about “The Conservative Congregant” is that it is not just one book. No, siree. It is to be a series. I’m already at work on Book 2- The Dowagers. I want to say that this is not about religion, but about doing the right thing, stepping out of one’s comfort zone to help others and the unexpected blessings that comes from that one selfless act.
“The Conservative Congregant” can be found and bought here…
As a human being, I have several shortcomings. I’m not a very good listener. I hate taking other people’s advice. I’m stubborn. I hold grudges. I have a hard time taking anything seriously. And that’s just to name a few. If there’s one character trait I take pride in, however, it’s that I am very protective of the people that I love.
I’m not going to name names, but yesterday, one of my indie writer friends experienced cruelty concerning her books for the first time. Now, we’ve all had naysayers and bad reviews and the snobbish “Oh… You didn’t want a REAL publisher?” comments. But when it’s directed at me, I can handle it. Yeah, it hurts. Yes, I’ve cried. But whatever. It’s no big deal.
When it’s one of my friends, however, I get angry. Not so much with bad reviews, because honestly, we all get them. It’s part of…
Terri Malek is a great friend and talented poet. I had the privilege of interviewing her for my blog recently. Please read her incredible words for yourself.
1. Can you tell us a little about yourself?
All things mystical and metaphysical create movement in my soul. I will be married 19 years this fall to my best friend and soul mate. I currently have four pets. My lifestyle and passions marry with my line of work, which is extremely fulfilling and freeing. I am in Holistic Healing for the mind, body, and the spirit. My primary passions within this field are teaching and writing. I am a Reiki Master and Practitioner, a teacher of other forms of Energy Healing and Holistic Healing modalities, and Founder and Executive Director of a Holistic Healing and Educational Center. I use creative expression of many forms to include writing, which brings about much healing for self and others.
2. When did you start writing poetry?
I began writing poetry as a young teenager.
3. Do you have a favorite poet/poem?
My favorite poet is Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi, known more commonly as “Rumi”.
4. Does music inspire you? What kind?
Music highly moves and inspires me if it is music that brings out my true self and makes my soul dance. Some of my favorites are Indie, Classical, Kirtan, and music used in sound therapy that mimic sounds in nature and the cosmos.
5. Do you write on the computer or in a notebook?
I prefer to write on a computer when writing books and blog articles, but I still find myself often pulling out pencil and paper to write poetry.
6. If you could write a poem anywhere, where would it be?
I write poetry, or other forms of writing, anywhere and anytime that spirit moves me.
7. What do you enjoy most about writing poetry?
I enjoy writing poetry because it affords an opportunity to express what is often difficult to articulate verbally, or is not received well audibly by others.
8. If you could hang out with any poet, who would it be?
I would love to spend more time in the presence of Snatum Kaur, musician and poet.
9. If you could physically fight a fellow poet, from any point in time, who would they be?
All you need is LOVE.
10. Have you read or performed poetry live at slams or open mic?
No, I have never performed poetry live.
11. Why does nothing rhyme with orange?
I just recently learned that this is the only word in the English language that does not have a single word that rhymes with it. Since I am not one for conformity, and am a proponent of uniqueness, I say hooray for orange!
12. Do you post your poetry online?
I just started posting minimal poetry online earlier this year.
13. Do you put your writing into pictures to share on Pinterest, Twitter, Instagram or Facebook?
I have never put my writing to pictures, but am drawn to this form of poetic expression.
14. What is the most difficult poetry to write? Are there any forms you dislike?
The most difficult poem to write is the one that is not ready to be birthed. I do not follow or prescribe any defined styles necessarily, but let the message tell me what it is to be.
15. Do you believe anyone can learn to write poetry? Do you think anyone can enjoy reading it?
Anyone who is willing to freely express themselves can do whatever they put their mind to, whether that be writing poetry, or reading it from a perspective that truly resonates with them.
16. Where do vanishing objects go? Remember to phrase your answer in the form of a riddle.
Is only an illusion.
One’s frequency of vibration
When frequency shifts.
Brings magical gifts.
17. What project(s) are you currently working on, poetry or otherwise?
I am currently in the later stages of writing my own book of memoirs and recording of my physical, emotional, karmic, and spiritual growth and healing process. It includes stories, lessons, poetry, blog articles, and journal entries.
18. Would you like to share a poem with us today?
Yes, I absolutely would love to share a poem with you today. Thank you for the opportunity.
To feel your own heartache With each painful pulse Is to feel like you are dying, But to truly be alive. So alive that each heartbeat Resounds like the beat of a drum In your chest, your ears.
As the rhythm rises and falls, The wrenching grip of pain Clutches at each breath. As the pain climaxes Death feels so near, As despair overcomes all else Thoughts twist and turn.
Surrender sounds promising Yet so far away, Like a fairy tale Floating on a cloud Millions and millions Of miles into another galaxy In an altered universe.
Yet you are here In this place, at this time, in this pain. In between the moments Before the incident, And this instance in time Where future does not exist And the past cannot return. To feel the heartache of a Soul sister is to know Complete helplessness. Experiencing one’s heart Contort in unfathomable ways, As if your heart was a piece of theirs Strengthens the bond of sisterhood.
To know their pain physically In every cell of your body As if you opted To take just a piece of that burden That they carry every second, Every minute, every hour, Every day, and into eternity
Hoping somewhere Deep within you That you can ease even a moment Of suffering That you can replace even a small Piece of the broken vessel That is their heart.
Happy Monday, friends! It’s the beginning of a new week and I have a special guest on my blog with me this morning! My dear friend and fellow author, Paula Walker Baker, has a new book coming out next week so I invited her here to talk about it this afternoon!
Paula and I met last year at Camp All Saints, the same camp where I worked for three years and met several of my closest and dearest friends. It’s a place that has changed my life over and over again and brought the most amazing, wonderful people into my life. I will forever be grateful for all of my experiences there. I’m sure there will be many more to come. Paula is a dear, sweet, wonderful lady and I am so honored to call her my friend. Please give her a warm welcome!
I had the pleasure of writing a poem recently with one of my all-time favorite poets, Natasha Head. Please check out her work if you have not.
Filtered, on the fringe existence
We were just a phase, diluted
By the highway air
A glimpse of triumph
Before backing down
A random song delivered on the fm waves of a dying signal
The final breaths of its melody
Now imprinted on our story
As we chase pavement
Through neon jungles where we were never welcome
Beyond the fences
That failed to keep us tame
And what is tame,
My old friend?
Lay the exits down,
Before our pain subsides
To agony and grief
In shadows thick as syrup
Stories stretch like Christmas ribbon
Escape routes reveal themselves
Freedom beyond what hurts
We risk so much to raise our voice
Should we not risk the same to listen?