Share Your World – 2014 Week 16

Thank you Cee, for doing another great week of questions on Share Your World. Here are my answers to this week’s question.

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How many places have you lived? You can share the number of physical residences and/or the number of cities.

Oh wow, I have lived in a lot of places, that span two countries so far.  Let’s see if I can give you a sort of list. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Milwaukee, Wisconsin (born and raised)
Southaven, Mississippi
Outside of Ft Worth, TX (don’t remember the first place)
Lake Worth, TX
Azle, TX
Springtown, TX
Ft. Worth, TX
N. Richland Hills, TX
Azle, TX
Victoria, TX
Weatherford, TX
Gainesville, TX
Nacogdoches, TX
Waco, TX
Townsend, WI
Lethbridge, AB, Canada

And I don’t think I’m done yet.

What type of music relaxes you the most?

Any music really. Depends on my mood. When I want total relaxation, I go for classical or someone like Enya to soothe my tired mind.

If you could instantly become fluent in another language, what would that language be and why?

I just have to pick one? Well, if it has to be just one, it would either be Spanish or Italian. Spanish, because it’s so prevalent nowadays. Italian because it’s so romantic to me, and I love singing groups like IL Devo, IL Volo  and the like and I would love to understand what they are singing.

If you could fly or breathe under water what would you prefer?

It would have to be to fly. I love being up in the sky, complete freedom. Fly anywhere I want to go.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I’m grateful for spring finally coming to the Great White North. I saw my first robin the other day and now have been hearing it everyday sing outside my window. I’m grateful for plans coming together and for best friends.

I’m looking forward to another week being gone. For another pound being lost. For just living and being free to live. Sometimes it’s the little things in life that mean the most, an email, a chat, a loving word.

 

 

 

NaPoWriMo Poem Day 23 ~~~ Tortured Poet

Tortured Poet

Alliteration, ballads, stanzas
all parts of poems and such
The poet sits, reflects, pouts
his heart so full of doubt

Faraway lands beckon him,
romance, rhymes, verses, tankas
he needs to roam, to experience
how can he write what he knows nought about?

Travelling around the world
to bask in old cultures, rites, history
an ode, limerick, narrative or two
practising his pastoral oratory

Ireland, Japan, Australia are places he goes
years it took, while he wrote his prose
Older he grew, wiser no doubt
walking ancient trails, up hill, around

Rain or shine, elephant rides, camels too
Netherlands, France, even Spain
He wrote, wrote, wrote and never complained
Terza Rima, rhyme royal, his own refrains

His tortured soul grew quiet one day
Home called to him, he headed that way
A head full of poems, heart at rest
He now knew he could give lyrics his best

This poem is also for the Daily Post challenge; Tell us about the top five places you’ve always wanted to visit.

Inside my poem is the top 5 places I’ve always wanted to visit. I’m sure it will be easy to spot them.  Thank you for reading! Comments always welcome. 

NaPoWriMo Poem Day 22 ~~ Fairy Tales

Fairy Tales

Fairy tales new and old
Little girls and boys so bold
Fairies, witches the occasional troll
These are stories to be told

Cats in hats, kittens with mittens
Cows jumping over moons being smitten
Evil stepmothers, with apples to be bitten
Dark, gloomy castles a welcome addition

Tales of knights and maidens fair
Dragons flying in the air
Some with a quaint family of bears
Eating porridge in china dinnerware

We are never too old nor too young
To hear of magic beans that were flung
Growing upwards to where the giants sung
Oh, how I love to read about heroes unsung

So gather children at my feet
For tales of houses made of sweets
Where bricks of gold pave the streets
And animals walk, talk and meet

Once upon a time
When all was fine
In every pleasant clime
Faeries shared everything of mine.

This poem was done from the NaPoWriMo’s prompt for today, which was;

Today, I challenge you to write a poem for children. This could be in the style of a nursery rhyme, or take a cue from Edward Lear or Shel Silverstein. It could rhyme — or not. It could be short — or not. Happy writing!

I didn’t follow it to the letter, as my poem is about fairy tales not a fairy tale. I hope you enjoy!

NaPoWriMo Day 21 Poem ~~~ Mystic Forest

Mystic Forest

I walk, dream, think
my thoughts float up
thru the canopy of leaves
fog surrounds me,
wrapping me in it’s soft folds
drops of it’s tears shimmer
against my skin, like a lovers kiss

Alone, not lonely, still, quiet
my sanctuary, my bliss
steps muffled, as I walk slowly
a winding trail, like my thoughts
my cares gone, long forgotten
I am at peace in these mystic woods

Time stands still, sun breaks through
feel it’s warmth against the chill
a whisper of a breeze teases the leaves
talking to the trees, life wakes
I hear a rustle in aged undergrowth
something walking beside me, keeping time
as my feet move me forward

Life moves on, it’s what we all do
seeking, questing, living till we die
loving, giving, taking, leaving better behind
I am settled, the solitude of the woods
quiets my heart, my soul, behind I leave
the fears, doubts, misgivings,
they will disappear with the fog
inside my mystic forest, I am reborn

NaPoWriMo Poem Day 20 ~~ Old Memories

Old Memories

 

Handmade toys, long forgotten

Faded photos, tarnished frames

Abandoned? Why, I wonder?

Someone’s past memory.

 

Pocket watches, old glass faces

Dusty with age and time

Despite faltering, life went on?

Someone’s timeless memory.

 

Purple velvet lined jewelry box

Empty now, but for stale air

Hopes and dreams once lay inside?

Someone’s cherished memory.

 

Dried flowers, sad and alone

Once were brilliant, now long dulled

Were they picked from the garden below?

Someone’s perfumed memory.

 

Peeling, cracked paint upon the walls

Rooms decaying, long ignored

Love once rebounded thru the halls?

Someone’s long forgotten memory.

 

 

NaPoWriMo Poem Day 19 ~~ The Silly Poem

The Sea Shell Silly Poem

Seashells in the water I see
Try as I might I can’t get to thee
Rolling waves crash, so blustery
As I reach to grab a shell by my knee
Water so cold now I’m all achy
Big shells, small, ones shaped as a berry
Eek! This one is all slimy
Reaching deep, I grab one that’s showy
Red in color, really quite swirly
Yonder beckons another discreetly

Taking my treasure I gathered honestly
Over my shoulder I search intensely
Perhaps I missed one? No, I don’t see any

 

Once again, I did this poem using the prompt from the NaPoWriMo website.

This is a bit silly, but it’s Saturday. I recently got a large illustrated guide to sea shells. There are some pretty wild names for sea shells. Today I challenge you to take a look at the list of actual sea shell names below, and to use one or more of them to write a poem. Your poem doesn’t have to be about sea shells at all — just inspired by one or more of the names.

Peruvian Hat
Snout Otter Clam
Strawberry Top
Incised Moon
Sparse Dove
False Cup-and-Saucer
Leather Donax
Shuttlecock Volva
Striped Engina
Tricolor Niso
Triangular Nutmeg
Shoulderblade Sea Cat
Woody Canoebubble
Ghastly Miter
Heavy Bonnet
Tuberculate Emarginula
Lazarus Jewel Box
Unequal Bittersweet
Atlantic Turkey Wing

I decided to use Strawberry Top and just make a silly poem. Hope you enjoy!

 

 

 

Author Interview ~~ Laura Cowan ~ Music of Sacred Lakes

Hello People! I hope everyone is going to have a wonderful Easter!

Today I have a special treat for you. Laura Cowan, author of a wonderful book called Music of Sacred Lakes has kindly agreed to an interview.

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Laura writes magical realism. It’s a fantastic and a little known genre that Laura does so very well. Her book Music of Sacred Lakes, is about a man called Peter, who has to come to terms with himself after his carelessness causes the death of a young girl. It’s how he does this and what he goes through that makes this book so beautiful. Laura takes us on a journey of redemption that will stay in your mind long after you finish reading the book.

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It’s available at Amazon…….here.

 

1- What inspired you to write your book?

I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of the spirit of place. Why do some places feel empty and others feel weighed down by eons of history? I saw a parallel with the music that comes out of certain countries and places, too. There is a mood to places that soaks into everything about their cultures. I wanted to track down what was going on there, on a spiritual, metaphysical and physical level.

2- What was the hardest part of writing this book?

Parts of this book explored the dysfunctional history of my family, and that tore me up getting it on the page. Why did generation after generation of my family have children that felt unwanted and rejected? It caused mental illness, violence, heartbreak. I was starting to suspect that a lack of love—and a lack of connectedness—was at the root of this legacy. When I realized that disconnect extended to a disconnect with understanding our place of belonging in the world itself in our culture as a whole (the Christian idea of man being a special creature set apart from the rest of creation or the modernist idea of man being able to stand objectively outside of the world to observe it for scientific research gave rise to this terrible loneliness and sense of displacement in western cultures, I was finding, which was changing with the rise of postmodernism and other related movements toward understanding man’s place of belonging in the world), this book really took off, but the whole thing was intense. When I finished, I wondered if I would ever recover my previous level of energy, that was how much it took out of me.

3- How do you find or make time to write?

I have a young child, I’m staying home to raise, and I have even done some freelance journalism on the side. Finding time to write has been a daily struggle, but it was when I realized I wasn’t going to get a better chance than my current schedule that I buckled down and just made it happen. I have been waiting to write for years, and once I figured out how to do the writing, figuring out how to get the time seemed like a very small obstacle by comparison. I think if you want it badly enough, you have to be more careful not to burn yourself out or get your priorities screwed up than you have to worry about not finding time.

4- How did you get interested in writing this particular genre?

I used to shy away from this question, because the answer is pretty weird. But when I started sharing this, people all over the place started telling me they have had the same experiences, so I’ve started to think it’s pretty typical, just something people don’t feel comfortable sharing in our culture. From a young age I had dreams that correctly predicted the future and a very mystical experience of life. It seemed silly to me to debate whether animals had souls, or trees had some kind of sentience. Of course they do! Or else what are they communicating when they express themselves in their own ways? It was when I was older that I realized this is a mystic’s way of viewing the world. Lots of people don’t experience the world this way, but the mystics of all cultures and religions have the same thing to say. Everything is alive. And modern physics is bearing this out, through a new understanding of the energetic basis of all matter. Magical realism is a way of exploring the world that introduces the unexpected, magical, or mystical into the everyday and brings everything alive for the reader. I have always loved books like that as a reader, and I think other people do too. Magical realism is a way to view the universe out of the corner of your eye and catch it jumping around before it presents a more mundane appearance to your direct gaze.

5- What was one of the most surprising thing you learned in writing this book?

How hard it is for people to discuss spiritual topics! I thought people who knew me would be more open to exploring an idea with me because they knew my heart was in the right place, but instead I ran straight up against all kinds of rigid preconceived notions that my beta readers couldn’t even discuss they were so charged for them. I guess this makes sense: the sensitivity of spirituality and related topics is the reason we often don’t discuss these things in public—wars have been fought over them. Still, I had a much more open reception with readers I had never met than people who knew me well, probably because people who had never met me would only pick up the book in the first place if they were interested in these topics. I was actually called a heretic by two people very close to me, which resulted in five extra months of obsessing over every detail in the book, to double triple check that I hadn’t gone all sideways somewhere in a way that would hurt people or make a mess. In the end, I realized that whether I was right or wrong about what I was doing with the book it was definitely where I was at the moment and exactly what I intended the story to be. So, I learned to trust myself a little and I published it.

6- If you had only one piece of advice to give to new writers, what would it be?

Trust yourself. So many new writers want to write so badly they make themselves sick over it, not realizing that strong instinct that they should be writing is the sign that they have the talent to do this. Also, strong self-doubt is another great indicator. If you want to write something totally bizarre and don’t think there’s an audience for it, chances are you would be doing us all a favor by adding your voice to the mix. Go with it, see what happens. Trust me when I say it hurts a lot more to stay stuck not daring to start than it does to try some things and have them not work out. Who knows if anyone will want to read my strange little book? But writing it was a personal revolution for me.

I want to thank you Laura once more for agreeing to an interview. I wish you all the luck in your future writings and book sales.