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Marie Lukasik Wallace ~ # I LIVE Poetry – I'm passionate about life and writing and all things creative and poetic!


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Chautauqua

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“Chautauqua”-: Today, it is “experiencing a renaissance. People are discovering that lifelong learning is one of the keys to living a happy, fulfilling life.”   I am so grateful this word, and this experience entered my life!

So this summer, I had been struggling a little with identity as I quit my long term career path as a teacher.

I had wanted to be a teacher since I was a little girl.  I had the courage to go back to school as a young mom in my late twenties and began teaching as my second career.  Ah…I loved it!  But the demands as a teacher were more than I could do and still pursue my other dreams of writer and writing coaching, so I didn’t renew my contract.

Enter, new phase in my life.  I’ve ALWAYS worked, and now I got to trust what came next.  Granted, I was lost.  I felt I had lost my tribe and that I didn’t belong anywhere and that I was alone on my journey.  Enter, my friend, who is a counselor.  He was EXCITED about my new journey and said I was RIPE for discovery and he couldn’t believe all that was out there for me.  You should have seen his face, grinning ear to ear, as if he knew a secret that I didn’t know.  Then, add in to the conversation, I’m about to take a trip across America with my husband for two and half weeks, and I thought he would vault out of the chair, and the grin that I didn’t think could get bigger, took up his whole face.

That’s when he let me in on the secret of “Chautauqua.   The way he introduced it to me was that I go into my travels without any expectations.  Be open.  Be honest.  Enjoy.   Also, not to hold on to any specific outcomes.  I took all this to mean ABSORB.  My great mantra of #ILivePoetry was my first thought….treat each day as a poetic experience.  What do I see?  really see?  What if I stop and notice more?  What if I take pictures from the under sides of things?     What do I hear?  Songs of the cicada? Ocean waves?   What do I taste?  Are there new tastes? New food?  Old favorites in a new way?  Experience it all.

Being open to an experience and drinking….no GULPING it in is way different than just doing it.  I LIVED it.  I truly “lived poetry.”  My take on poetry is that it’s the best words, in the best order, in the tiniest of packages but the most explosive of moments.  I truly got to live my live.  Then suddenly, the worries diminish, life’s blessings show up in the most unusual ways.  I noticed things in ways and places I hadn’t before.

In the next couple of weeks, I will randomly post my experiences.  I thought I might go by towns and stops along the way…not sure how it will look, just sharing.  It will be poetry unfolding.   And as I showcase my experiences, you’ll see my definition of a Chautauqua.  Namaste my friends.


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If We were Having Coffee – Coffee talk #3

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If you and I were having coffee

I’d tell you that you were perfect,

perfect in all your perfections.

I love that you are raw and real

and honest with me.

It gives me permission to be myself.

If you and I were having coffee

I would just ask you how you are…

not some trite “How are you?” question

but a genuine, tell me how and who you are.

What makes your heart beat?

What gives you heart fireworks?

How do you LIVE?  More importantly,

how do you live POETICALLY?

You see, there is living,

and there’s LIVING.

Tell me about it.

~Namaste my friends.


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Writing Lessons from a Six Year Old

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Have you ever talked with a six year old about writing?  You would be astounded at the advice these kids can give you in a short amount of time.  Most of the time, they teach me.

When I asked them a simple question, what do you know that good writers do?   Here are their answers:

* Write, write, write.   (My 86 year old father-in-law says so too.)

*  think, think, think

* A writer’s work is never done.

* Never stop

AND MY ALL TIME FAVORITE:

* “Listen to the master.”   When he first said it, he was looking at me.  And then I reframed it and said, “Who is the master of your writing?”  “And then he said with a resounding enthusiasm, “I AM!”   So I refined it even more,  “Listen to that still small voice.”

If you ever need advice on writing or anything in life, ask a six year old.  They’re honest, and they haven’t been away from the true source for too long.

Have a happy Sunday, and may you write, write, write and heal, heal, heal. ~Namaste.


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Throwback Thursday – I am a Writer

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Sometimes, I need to remember:  I am a Writer.  This summer I got to LIVE and BREATHE writing, and it nourished my soul.  Yes, I remember soaking in the sunniness of it’s words and feeling it fill my body and created “I LIVE Poetry.”  Each day, I lived poetically with music and photography and art and just noticing…and my friends, I must say, I had never been happier.  I had to return to my job…which I love, but it IS a time sucker.   Soon I was in a whirlwind of meetings and have tos, instead of I want tos…and literally writing almost came to a screeching halt.  I pined for my artistic side to be fed…I remember noticing many things I wanted to sit and write about…but alas, my seat in the seat could not happen.  The best part was I understood it was temporary…

Last night, I got to enjoy a fabulous group of writers, and they reminded me of the beauty of words and the healing of words and yes, sometimes the mysteries and elusiveness of words.  I reveled in all that they shared.  Windows to souls…and I knew I wasn’t the teacher anymore, but a fellow participant who just loved what I was doing, ENGAGING in writing.

Writing, it has MAGIC POWERS…it can heal…it can bring joy.

Have a blessed day my friends.   And thanks to my buddy Michael, that sometimes it’s committing to just a few words a day.


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Sacred Sunday

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I have been blessed so much this week.  My heart is full of gratitude.

#3   We got to raft the river and feel peace and calm and I heard my daughters giggling together and we “played” with each other Oar battles and water battles and just great company.  I remember what it’s like to feel that peace of the river where nothings exists but the here and the now.  Being present is the only thing you can do.   I get to do that more often.

#2  I have a husband who loves me and honors me.  He knows this week is a busy week for me.  He just says, “go ahead and take care of what you need to take care.  You and me are good.  I’ll be here when you get back.”  (Because when I go into school mode I’m in another dimension.

#1  And the best part is that after 8 months, I finally get to see my Kendra girl.  Alabama is too far away sometimes.  It’s hard for a mama because I went from seeing her everyday to seeing her a couple of times a year.    But when she’s here, I get to love love love upon her and it feels yummy.

I have a collaboration post for this afternoon from another wonderful blogger, so stay tuned….but after that, I might be off the grid for awhile.  The first two weeks of school are pretty busy.  Wish me luck!  ~Love ya, Marie

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Creating To Decompress

This is a super cool video! How colors can save the world and create World peace.
Beautiful.

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We Need Poets! – “I BECOME” – Our latest Collaboration

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I Become a Harmonious Rhyme with the world around and within through Quiet, Calm, Peaceful Moments:

Breathe

Slow

Gently

Know

Love

Peace

Joy

Flow

Only

Breathe

Slow

Deep

Ever

Linger

Serenity

Keep

Only

Breathe

Sweet

Free

Quietly

See

Touching

Thee.

Typing words with my fingers on the keyboard of my laptop, I become Writer.

Making music with my fingers on the keyboard of my piano, I become Musician.

Darning my husband’s socks and preparing his supper, I become Wife.

Listening to my children and giving them advice, I become Mother.

Feeding my dog and taking her for a walk, I become Mistress.

Saying hello to the people next door and watching for strangers, I become Neighbor.

Being concerned for the poor and oppressed, I become Citizen of the World.

Doing all these things, I am simply just . . .  ME.

 

I live in a moment” live it well

engrossed, commited,pride to swell

I become what is to be expected

living this very moment, not regretted 

  I become a daughter to grow, to be pampered

 My in-laws know me as a home maker

I display my cookery skills for a sumptous dinner

Being a mother I donn all the hats possible

a nanny, friend, teacher and councellor,

at times hard task master but most of the times protector

 I am a sister to share, laugh till I roll down

 argue till I collapse, paint the town

    Time to move, I become ” Movers and Packers “

Living out of boxes, posted to exotic places

Hey ! I become traveller during vacations

A explorer reaching out to untouched locations

I am a Photographer seeking for perfection

 As soon as I enter the campus, an updated educator

a friend,guide, philospher to young custodians forever

I become a wife to greet my man in the evening

flashing million dollar smile ,fresh and glowing  

 Living this very moment totally enchanted

I scribble like a writer to bond with this world

I become a spirited soul when close to GOD

 

What actions do you do to become part of your world?

I wake up

I become reborn

I wake up my daughter

I become thankful

I see her off to school

I become wistful

I share a cup of tea

I become happy

I get ready for work

I become organised

I start work

i become me

I get back home

I become “she”

A wife ,a mother

I make dinner

I become a chef

I get dressed to go out

I become a lady

The phone rings

I become alert

I step back

I become a doctor

I get back tired but

I become elated

I look in the mirror

I become a stranger

I get to bed

I become a child

I sleep

I become me

I dream

I become free

Poets, we need you.   SJ has become our latest contributor with a picture prompt to start us off.   What great movement in the poem and showing of how she becomes each thing, earth, air, and yes, most importantly human.

(YOU CAN FOLLOW SJ ON TWITTER:  @for_hearts_sake – she doesn’t have a blog yet.   Her Twitter page is beautiful.)

What actions do you do to become part of your world?

I’m especially curious how you are human.

So here’s how to participate:.  Just as before, you can add your contribution in the comment section of this poem,  & I will place them in the order they come as soon as I possibly can. I will put your name (contributor)  at the end of the piece in the same color as your contribution and the names will be in the same order as well.   In a week, I will post the collaboration as a whole.  (But we can always keep adding on!)  Happy writing! ~ Marie

Other Contributors:  Morgan – Book n Volume, Cindy- Slices of Life, SoulnSpirit