Writing Wings For You

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


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The Mirror Decides to Speak

Many years ago, while going assisting a friend of getting out of a toxic relationship, I was inspired to write a poem.  You see, when a woman is abused, physically, sexually or emotionally, there are scars that won’t heal, like the ones that tell you that you are less than worthy, and no matter who else talks to her of her beauty, even people who know her inside and out, she won’t believe it.  She believes she has brought this disgrace and shame upon herself and that she deserves the treatment. Someday, I want to be that mirror that reminds those women of their beauty and reflect true images.  Upon reading this to a friend, he remind me that this could hold true for anyone. *

 

Woman in the Mirror

Brushing her grizzled hair

She gapes emotionless in the mirror

Battered, bruised

Tattered, confused

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A spy could not detect

What she witnesses…

The shattering On the inside

 

The image looks fuzzy

So she asks him

What do you see?

 

His reply:

“A dandelion

Lawn cluttering pest

grass choker

worthless”

 

Inside she crumbles

believes he is right

puts her brush away

and cries her self to sleep.

_ _ _ _ _

“But please, please Ask me,”

the mirror begs.

“But don’t just ask me…

Believe me…”

 

For I have known you best

I have appraised

your heart  and soul

since you were a little girl

 

I have no intentions

Nor desire

to distort you Or lie to you

Only to reflect what I see.

 

You…you my dearest…  

 

You are a lily, A day lily

With its radiant face to the sun

You, who blossom With the slightest ray

You who invite with Arms flung open wide

 

To allow the drink of your nectar

You, who provide the Bees

with the sweetest Of nutrients

for their honey

 

Look… look closely

Your lines are not Prickly needles

Look even closer,

The lines, Your lines

Softly curve and flow

 

Welcoming.

 

Look again

You are unwrapped

You invite

You inspire a second look

 

In this breathless moment…

You are cherished

You are valued

You are amazingly beautiful. 

 

  lily

  Day Lily with arms flung wide open.


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I Wrote a Quote!

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In honor of all things poetry that I love and live….

(The QUOTE is INSIDE the PICTURE!)

 

~special thanks to Michael for showing me Ribbet so I could make

my quote with my own pictures and make it more personal.

Still some things to learn.

 


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Happy and blessed 4th of July (USA)

I love my country, and this is one of my favorite songs.
Thank you to all that serve us. A million thanks to all my
family members, for their time and service, especially my daughter, Kendra. Happy Independence! We are blessed.

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Happy 4th of July! Thank you to all of our military personnel – active and retired. Thank you to our law enforcement, firefighters, and emergency workers.

I hope you all have happy and safe holiday.  God bless us everyone and God bless the USA.

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Wordless Wednesday because the picture says it all!

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Published! – Heart Whispers

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AUTHOR LINK ON AMAZON

This is a poetry anthology of 20 talented poets. I am blessed to be
part of a project that is inspiring and heart touching and shows transformation.
May you be blessed by it too!

You can go HERE to purchase it.


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BE PRESENT and Cherish Every Moment

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Now,  I get to tell you my favorite moment while I was in Texas interviewing my daddy.

As a prelude to readers who may not know the story, my daddy was a very VAULTED man.  He never spoke any emotion.  When he chatted on the phone, most conversations were short and spoke of two things, the weather and tractors and sometimes, fishing.  But in the last two years, given time and nurturing, the vault has been slowly opening.

While I was in Texas, the vault opened and closed often.  I never knew what day, what hour or even what minute my dad would choose to share.  I made him my priority.  I had some time with siblings, but even they knew my purpose for this trip was to spend time with him.  One beautiful moment was when we got lost, Father’s Day Story.

THE BEST PART:

Twenty minutes before people came over for Father’s Day, my dad showed me a paper that had the AA Promise on it.  I had seen the paper on the counter, but hadn’t really delved into it.  It was brightly colored sunshine orange, and I briefly scanned it.  Following intuition, I knew that my dad was showing me this paper for a reason, so I turned the video camera on it and started reading the promises out loud.  I read through the entire document so I would have a recording of the paper in case he didn’t want me to have it.  Again following my intuition, I was urged to ask him specific questions.

I asked dad what it meant to him when it asked  “not to regret the past.”  My dad sat back in his chair and began to tell me how the past was a teacher.  Upon looking at my dad, he was relaxed and open and telling me straight up how he felt!  I wanted to turn the video camera on him, but this action usually caused him to act goofy and uncomfortable and he would make funny faces instead of talking, so I left the camera focused downward so I could at least tape record his words.

On to the next questions:  “No matter how far down the scale we have gone, we will see how our experience can benefit others.  That feeling of uselessness and self-pity will disappear.”  Explain this section to me dad.  My dad was really engrossed in speaking now and began talking with his hands, which I don’t remember seeing him do…but I use my hands a lot when talking and celebrated that I knew where it came from!  Dad was settling in his chair, so I settled back in my chair and began lifting the camera focus up, but still not directly pointing it at dad.  He hadn’t noticed too much and was still engrossed in conversation.

Finally, I slouched down in my chair a little more and faced the camera full on and began asking him more questions.  Explain the fear you had of people dad?  What about your fear of economic security?

My dad didn’t notice the camera because he was fully engaged in answering the question.  He understood these questions like the back of his hand.  He had lived these questions and knew that his very life depended on him living these principles.

“We suddenly realize that God is doing for us what we could not do for ourselves.”  I watched my daddy’s faith and convictions unfold. He had followed his intuition too and knew these promises were vital to keep. And because he kept these promises, we could talk today. I had never heard these promises full on before, though I had attended Al-Anon meetings many times.  Someone had told me once that the AA principles weren’t really being used much any more, and many people questioned how much those principles actually helped people in the past.  I can tell you from what I’ve witnessed, and that’s more than with my dad, these principles saved some lives and some families, and I’m grateful for them.  We continued with our conversations, actually talking and breathing together.  So raw.  So real. So unpretentious.  Me and my daddy.

Then a car pulled in the driveway and the spell was broken.  But for these brief twenty minutes which will be a lifetime for me were very beautiful. And I remembered that it was because I was PRESENT in the moment and didn’t judge what happened or how it happened.   And I fondly remember, it was just me and my daddy.

The AA promises

 

 


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Fantastic Fridays ~ Days of Gratitude

My week has been blessed with family and friends.  Right now I am getting to spend time with my dear Kelci in Seattle to do the Rock and Roll.  I used to run a lot more, and I loved the freeing feeling running gave to me.  And when I finished, especially a half marathon, I was on a runner’s high remembering how it felt to overcome pain and steep hills and sometimes short of breath.  I would push through and come out victorious!  One day I got lost in the rain on a run because course had gotten washed away and I had lost the pack.  My form was gone, and I had trashed my knees.  Needless to say, I had caused some great damage and can’t run like I used to.  However, the reminiscing makes me thankful for ever getting a chance to feel the sweetness and the freedom of the run. 

But what I am most grateful for today is the opportunity to be out with my sweet Kelci and enjoying the day of walking and talking and hearing bands and seeing my cousins and friends be in their glorious moments and I will relish it and hold it in all its glory.  Tomorrow is the big day, and I’m looking forward to it.

 

And besides, it’s FANTASTIC FRIDAY!!!!


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To Do a Writing Retreat or Not? That is the question!

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retreat timber mooseWriting retreats are an investment. You are betting your hard earned money that the retreat you are embarking on has the information you need to grow beyond what you expect. You hope that you will gain some writing skills, network with people, and learn some things about the publishing industry. From speaking with others, I KNOW that this isn’t always the case.

I’ve been on 3 writing retreats through Inspired Legacy, with best selling author,
Bridget Cook, and I can tell you that though it seems like it would be the same retreat for me, I learn exponentially each time.  Bridget is a soulful, masterful coach who is constantly growing and learning her craft and the latest and greatest in the publishing world so she can be the best for her clients.

Let me get more into more specifics of the retreat just in case you might be interested. Bridget brings phenomenal, engaging groups together and goes through the process of publishing a book, outlining steps of making your writing “juicy” as she calls it, assists you in your audience focus, exploring all publishing options that best suit you, as well as how the publishing process works. You also get to bring your book or idea of a book and have a one on one with Bridget where she gives her insightful feedback. What makes Bridget masterful is not only is she always learning her craft, but she is an avid reader and researcher. An avid reader knows what a reader wants, and an avid researcher knows the market well. You leave the retreat with so much information. I started my first retreat with a 3 page essay, and now I’m writing a book! (Blows my mind too.)

What I love the most, is you can extend the retreat by doing an intensive writing program with Bridget and go into the process deeper, making writing a COLLABORATIVE PROCESS. A dear friend of mine acknowledged this for me by saying “only you would take something like writing which is usually a solitary act and find a way to do it collaboratively”…obviously not only me, because there seem to be others craving the same thing. I believe that blogging is a lot like this collaborative process and we learn a lot from each other. This is just something a little bit more for those who might be ready for a new adventure.

I realize this is a plug for my friend, but I know there are others thinking of taking their writing to another level; and I know that Bridget is more than a writing coach, she’s an experienced author and a caring person who is great at individualizing the program for you. I went into the retreat with a 3 page essay about my dad, and now I’m not only writing his book, but have other great projects on a burner. DREAM BIG!!! (You’ll surprise yourself.)
Just some food for thought.

For those of you who read my blog and were hoping to hear more about my sweet dad, I should be getting back on track very soon. I’ve just had some busy weeks, and have another 3 busy weeks ahead until I can breathe. A teacherly life is crazy in May…and then you’ll really hear from me!

Have a blessed Sunday and happy writing!
Hope to give you an update later today.
Nemaste.
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Throwback Tuesday – Romance – Inspired by a Fellow Blogger

A Fellow blogger, Kanzen Sakura, told a sweet romantic tale about her husband’s unconditional love, and it was so romantic and sweet, it inspired me to write about my man.

Joe came into my life when I was not looking for a man.  I wanted to just go out and enjoy life and all it had to offer.  I was in school and had two beautiful little girls.  My life was plenty busy enough.  Relationships were a challenge because there was so much going on. I was teaching a dance class and we all decided to meet for “dance club.” I had met with the dance club several times, informally enough.
club many times. We would just chat and talk about upcoming events and things we’d like to teach or attend. I had my head down when I hear an loud, echoing belly laugh so rich and so full that it caught my full attention. There, radiantly at the door with joy all around his countenance was Joe.

Immediately I was at attention. He was like a magnet and I was drawn to him. My heart leaped and said, “I want some of that.” Never before, nor since have I been so taken. Of course at this point, I’m trying to think of a way to talk to him and get to know him. I’m not really a scheming sort, but there had to be a way! Out of the blue came the sweetest thought. We need a telephone directory for our dance club! Also note, Marie has never called a boy! I was raised differently than it is today…but I just wanted to have some of this joy in my life.

Well, we made a date to see each other. But we both purposefully made it for an event that started at 3:00 p.m. That way if it didn’t work out, we could still go do our own thing. Needless to say, we talked for hours and hours. And here we are today. I think things worked out pretty well. Despite that he didn’t really want to date either. We both just knew joy when we saw it, and didn’t let it go.

I’m happy to report that 20 years later, we still have joy, and that beautiful man will stop anywhere, anytime and dance with me. And I enjoy every bit, whether it’s in a grocery aisle or a parking lot or our very own living room. I love that he still has that sparkle in his eye when he looks at me.

I am truly blessed. There are many more romantic stories to come.


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I Ate Blessed

The other day I was sending a post to a friend of mine with my phone and it auto corrected.  Instead of saying “you are blessed,” it said, “you ate blessed.”  I happened to be in a high state of awareness and felt quite playful, so I wrote about how it would feel to “eat blessed.”  What a great tool it turned out to be to stimulate my writing.  I didn’t have my computer, so I don’t have that writing, but it’s always good to revisit something.  So here is my opening for today. Enjoy!

 

                                                    I Ate Blessings Today

I gorged on blessings today.  I took the time to really be grateful for what I have in my life. I didn’t just count it.  I took a bite of it, and I chewed it slowly, savouring each morsel of that blessing and giving it permission to fill my body.  Blessings deserve to nourish you and touch your every cell with energy and vitality.  Then you radiate blessings and your blessings sustain you on those dark dreary days when it’s a challenge to get up.

Ahh, I get it now.  I imagine that is how meditation works. And when I see those people who radiate a countenance that is so lovely that you feel revitalized just in their presence, then you know they ate their blessings for that day. 

My mantra today is that “I SHALL BE RADIANCE FOR TODAY FOR I HAVE EATEN MY DAILY DOSE OF BLESSINGS.”

~Nemaste friends – may you eat blessings and multiply,

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