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Sometimes poems haunt me

Sometimes poems haunt me. Sometimes it is a verse someone else has written. Occasionally, like recently, it is a poem of my own, perhaps trying to be born. This one has been haunting me for days now, hovering on the edge of my mind. Only the first stanza has come out clear. I hear these words in my mind almost as if someone were whispering them in my ear. Then the rest fades out as if the speaker were moving farther and farther away or, like a ghost, simply dissolving in the mist. 

So here I am this morning when I need to be working on and prepping for a speech. Instead, I am caught in the web of these words. My hope is that by writing this, by sharing this one clear stanza and some of the muddled ones that follow, I will be released from this spell. 

You bring out the Army in me,
the larger-than-life war stories,
the swaggering soldier, desperate to please,
to feel your laughter washing me clean. 

That is the stanza that repeats itself. It creeps in during quiet moments or tauntingly chants while I am trying to have a conversation. Below are the stanzas that I can’t quite hear. I sit still, straining my heart, scribbling as fast as I can, but even the sound of the pen roars in my head. The words dance away like some fairy lights. 

You bring out the Army in me,
the forgotten medals drowning in dust,
the lissome goddess I once was. 

Fingering faded memories,
soldier of the cycle, expert marksman,
youngest noncom in my battalion, and the litany goes on.
I ran with the big dogs and never looked back.
My shields, my talismans.

Still one word,
one careless glance,
and the walls come tumbling down.
This jagged pain that eats my carefully crafted myth.

So dear readers, tell me what you hear. Maybe your ears are stronger than mine.

Texas Poetry

Like many people, you may not think of poetry when you think of Texas, but there are many poets, presses, contests, and conferences in Texas that celebrate poetry. Today, I’ve gathered a few items of interest for you.

One of the first images that often pops into the mind when thinking about Texas is the cowboy. For all the cowboys, cowgirls, and Wild West fans there is the Texas Cowboy Poetry Gathering held this year on February 26, 27, and 28 in beautiful Alpine, Texas. The gathering is held on the campus of Sul Ross State University. While you’re there, be sure to check out the Marfa Lights and visit nearby Davis Mountains State Park.

Cowboy poetry not your thing? Check out Angelo State University’s Writers Conference in San Angelo, Texas, on February 18 and 19. The keynote speaker is poet and memoirist Mary Karr. One of the great things about this conference is that it is free!  Be sure to check out Eggemeyer’s General Store for some eclectic shopping and fun. Want some good, cheap Tex-Mex while you’re there? Try Hidalgo’s West. Be sure to get your lodgings quick, however, as the San Angelo Rodeo is held during the same time and the hotels fill fast.

Ever wanted to have your poetry as part of a calendar? Here is your chance, particularly if your poem has a Texas connection. Enter the Dos Gatos Press Texas Poetry Calendar 2011 contest. The deadline is February 20, 2010. For more information, check their contest page here.

Another small, but wonderful press in Texas is Pecan Grove Press and they sponsor an annual chapbook contest. The deadline of February 1st is fast approaching so get dust off that manuscript and polish it up for submission.

I don’t like New Year’s Day. As time goes on, I feel that there has been more and more stress added to this particular time. The first problem is that I am usually just starting to recover from Christmas around this time, which, even if it has been fun/enjoyable, inevitably brings stresses of money, travel, baking, overeating, and far too little time spent by myself.

This Christmas was no exception, hurtling upon the heels of Thanksgiving like a meteor on a collision course with the Earth.  I frantically ran around baking, attending holiday get-togethers (where I rapidly made the circuit, hugging, shaking hands, downing drinks), buying gifts, and packing for our trip to visit both my mom and my dad and stepmom. I felt like a negotiator for the diplomatic corps as I juggled a dozen different schedules, car rentals, plane tickets, and arranged cat care. By the time the trip actually arrived, all I could do was mutter, “Calgon take me away!” repeatedly under my breath in an attempt to keep cursing and violence at bay. Finally after surviving delayed flights, missed meals, understaffed car rental agencies with weird rental cars (a Nissan Cube), and icy roads we finally made it to the proverbial grandmother’s house where I promptly asked what was the strongest thing to drink that she had.

The trip back was no picnic either. I had reached the limits of family togetherness (I do love them, but I inherited the genes of Grizzly Adams or Henry Thoreau from my dad and require copious amounts of alone time in the woods or in my case, a local park in the DFW Metroplex.) and was locking myself in the bathroom for hits of solitude. Although the route home was clear of bad weather, our plane was coming from a city full of snow and therefore delayed. Added to the joyous mix was the increased “security” due to the attempted Christmas Day terrorist act. As we waited endlessly in line for the plane to arrive I saw the TSA people eying my husband’s mocha-colored skin, thick black mustache/beard, and stuffed backpack (provisions in case of delays and missed meals). My spidey sense tingled and I knew he would be targeted. Sure enough, as soon as we prepared to board he was stopped for a pat down and search. My husband is no terrorist! I wanted to shout and I’m sure the irritation showed on my face. Once they realized we were together, I was stopped as well. By this time I was seething inside. It took the thought of my daughter boarding the plane alone to keep me from knocking the TSA agent’s hands away as she patted me down.

I am a veteran of the U.S. Army! I held a top secret clearance. I have served my country and sacrificed plenty to do so, including enduring various physical injuries, some serious. All of this raged in my head, but I bit my tongue (quite literally) and we made it back home.

I barely had time to unpack and rejoice in the quiet solitude of my writing room when the insidious messages began filtering in. You know the ones. The TV news was full of them…advice and ideas on New Year’s resolutions. The ads for the fitness center hit the airwaves. Magazines and newspaper articles were full of helpful articles about how to set your goals for the New Year, lose weight, change your outlook, start a new career…. On and on it went until I wanted to bellow, “Stop the insanity!” like Susan Powter. And even though I knew it was coming I still got sucked in. So there I was on December 30th, madly scribbling outrageous resolutions like becoming director of Homeland Security (I’ll get that TSA agent who gave me the evil eye!), growing two more inches taller so that it looks like I’ve lost weight, and having a Martha Stewart house even though I don’t actually like that style and can only afford a T.J. Max house at best.

What was worse was that I spent hours uselessly trying to break these insane resolutions down into S.M.A.R.T. steps (see http://www.topachievement.com/smart.html ). By the time January 2nd had actually rolled around, my husband (who is NOT a terrorist) was ready to commit me as I babbled on about the need to create a brand new life from scratch, which meant a new house in a new city with a new career and a new husband.

“Are you sure it’s safe to mix yerba mate tea, 5,000 mg of vitamin B Complex, acai, AND 2 lbs of chocolate into a smoothie?” he asked, gently guiding me out of the kitchen and upstairs to the bed I had not visited in over 48 hours. “Here, why don’t you have a nice glass of my special chocolate milk?” It tasted a little strange, I thought briefly before nodding off. When I woke up three hours later, I knew what had to be done. I ripped up my resolutions, including my 10 point plan to become director of Homeland Security. I took all the Martha Stewart books back to the library. I recycled all of my research into my new city possibilities (bye, bye Santa Fe and Dublin) and deleted all those photos of potential new (white and supposedly non-terrorist looking) husbands.

I took a deep breath and resolved that:

  1. My New Year will start when I’m ready.
  2. That I may or may not use the S.M.A.R.T. method to achieve my goals
  3. I will never again attempt to mix yerba mate, 5,000 mg of vitamin B Complex, acai, and 2 lbs. of chocolate into a smoothie.

Have a Happy and Sustainable New Year!

Check out these resolutions around the web:

New Year’s Un-Resolutions over at momlogic

http://www.writersdojo.org/node/670

Kofi Annan’s New Years UN Resolutions

Chick Wit: This New Year’s, go positive

Need a little more humor to start your New Year off right? Try these:

Struggling Towards Sustainability – Part I

5 Suggestions on Overcoming Fears

5 Tips to Help You Run Your Empire into the Ground

My series on the search for a sustainable occupation has been reprinted on The Green Economy Post. The Green Economy Post “is a blog portal that provides site visitors with  green career information.  It  also  covers the impact of the environment, sustainable building, cleantech and renewable energy on the US economy. Readers are provided with insightful feature stories, checklists, commentary, case studies, practical advice and insight, news and interviews.”

I hope you will take a moment not only to visit both of my reprinted articles, but to check out The Green Economy Post as well. If you are interested in becoming green (or greener), this spot has a lot of information.

The Search for a Sustainable Occupation – Part I

The Search for a Sustainable Occupation – Part II

Other posts you might be interested in:

Going Green When Living with a Techno Geek

Flexibility Tops Summer Work Wish List

WalMart, Sustainability, Corporate Responsibility, and Hangnails

I am pleased to announce that I was selected as the Alternate Choice for the first annual Carl Sandburg Writer-in-Residence Program and will attend in the event that the winner is not able to attend. I am thrilled and honored by this choice!

More importantly, I am pleased to see the National Park Service sponsor programs like this.  It not only provides a wonderful opportunity for poets, but an opportunity to create a synergistic energy by blending poetry, nature, outreach/education, and service together.

There are other programs like this both at the national and state level. Sometimes it just takes a little research to find them. Better yet, why not find some other like-minded people and start one in your own area!

Other posts you might enjoy:

Appalachian Voices Spotlight: Wanda Darlene Campbell

Entering the World Through Poetry

The Poetry Corner: An Interview with Susan Richardson

The Poetry Corner with Chris Ellery

Note: This article was originally posted in 2008 on the GreenZone Online blog, which has since ceased operating.

Wild Morning Glory

I have been thinking about what a sustainable life means to me.  Part of this thinking process entails asking myself questions such as, “What makes “my” life sustainable?” and “What am I missing or lacking?” as well as other questions.  One of the conclusions I’ve come to is that I want/need to spend more time outdoors in nature.  Why?  Because I enjoy it. Because it makes me feel better.  Because it helps relieve my stress and reminds me that I am a part of a larger community and the natural world.

Obviously, I am not the only one who is thinking about things like this.  In my exploration of what a sustainable life is, I came across two separate Internet mentions of  Last Child in the Woods (2005) by Richard Louv, one on Susan J. Tweit’s Community of the Land blog as well as the Audubon Texas website. (One of my co-bloggers, DesmondW, also recently mentioned it.)  Although I have just started reading the book, I have been struck by how this book echoes some of my own thoughts and feelings. On page 43 Louv states, “A widening circle of researchers believes that the loss of natural habitat, or the disconnection from nature even when it is available, has enormous implications for human health and child development.  They say the quality of exposure to nature affects our health at an almost cellular level.”

This statement really doesn’t surprise me, especially when I think about how the sun or lack of it can affect us as in Seasonal Affective Disorder (S.A.D.).  And this brings me to the central point of my post today.  There are many things we can do to reconnect with nature without moving to Alaska, becoming farmers, or giving up our homes to live in a tree house (although that does sound fun).  We can do it right in our own backyards.  I’ll share with you a few of the things I am doing.

  • I’ve created a makeshift desk in front of my bedroom window.  Now when I am working on freelance assignments, research, or grading, I can pull up the shade, crack the window, and enjoy the sights and sounds of tree limbs waving in the breeze.  I have also discovered the variety of birds that live in our backyard as they delight me with their songs and flights of fancy.
  • When I go to work in the mornings, I try to really enjoy my walk from the parking lot across campus to my building.  In the mornings, the air is still cool (relatively speaking for Texas) and I can spend a few moments inspecting some of the native and water-thrifty plants the grounds crew have installed.  My friends, the birds, are also out in full force welcoming the morning and I have found there are a number of species different from from my backyard buddies.
  • On the weekends, I can branch out a bit and visit one of the city parks, nearby state parks, conservation areas, or wildlife/nature centers. A couple of places I can’t wait to visit are the upcoming Trinity River Audubon Center and Dogwood Canyon Audubon Center.  The Trinity River website states, “New York has Central Park.  San Francisco has Golden Gate Park. And now, Dallas has the Great Trinity Forest. This grand wetland sits in the largest urban hardwood forest in the United States.”  I think these centers have tremendous potential not only for Dallas, but also for the entire Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex.

I’d like to hear your thoughts and ideas on ways to connect or reconnect with nature.

Snow and Stories

Last night when I fell asleep, the rain was drumming softly on the roof. This morning when I woke up I still heard lots of dripping in the backyard and on the roof and assumed it was still raining. However, when I went downstairs the light from the backyard seemed strange. Lo and behold, it was snowing.

Snow falling on the deck in the backyard.

Shortly after I took this picture the temperature went back up and the snow returned to rain. But at least I got to see this brief winter wonderland and all from the cozy warmth of my home.

Sharing Stories

Here are a few “stories”  I’ve read recently that I would like to share today.

A Break – Information Purge in Progress posted on A Mountain Mama

I enjoyed Kelli’s post of her thoughs on connecting via the Internet, social networking, and the need to sometimes take a break from the virtual world. Plus, it was neat to discover another Yogi Tea fan!

Finding a Sustainable Pace posted on Walking Nature Home

Susan and I have talked for several months on creating a sustainable life. In this most recent post, she talks about money and trying to figure out what pace of life is most sustainable for her.

What is Up With Me, Part 3 posted on I Am No Expert

I connected with Linda’s post on having a friendship end. Several years ago I had a friendship end as well. At first it left a giant hole in my life and my heart. It was hard to deal with and it seemed like very few of my other friends or family understood how much it hurt so it was comforting to read this post and know I am not the only one.

Silent Sunday

A non-traditional Thanksgiving trip to visit the mountains of West Texas.

Arrival in Alpine.

McDonald Observatory from the Davis Mountains State Park

Plant at the CDRI Botantcial Gardens.

Deer in Davis Mountains State Park.

Links of Interest:

Alpine, Texas

Davis Mountains State Park

McDonald Observatory

Chihuahuan Desert Research Institute

You might also like these posts:

The Visit: Sanctuary and Sustainability

Sunday Walk

Sunrise

Connemara Conservancy: A Green Charity for St. Patrick’s Day

Do you live your life like it’s golden? I dare you to try!

Jill Scott from the album Beautifully Human: Words and Sounds, Vol. 2.

I wrote and published this article a long time ago, but I felt it was fitting to share it today on Veterans Day. Thank you to all of the veterans who have served our country and thank you to their families who have supported and encouraged them.

The Pride in Grandfather’s Face

As a child, I saw him as an imposing figure. I remember seeing his strong, callused hands tossing hay bales into the barn. I like to watch as he scattered grain for the chickens. He strode briskly about the farm, doing his chores while I tagged along. I would listen to him talk with other adults; he seemed so wise. Most of all, I remember feeling a kind of awe in his presence. That man was my grandfather.

As I grew older, I began to realize just how hard he had worked building his farm and family. The stories my mother told both impressed and inspired me. I learned that he had been valedictorian of his high school class, but had given up hopes of college when his mother died, so he could help his father on the farm.

I heard how he had led the family through the Great Depression, and how he escaped and had to crawl home after being pierced in the leg by a bull’s horn. He was (and still is) involved in community and church, always ready to lend a helping hand. He put in long, hard hours of strenuous labor on the farm, never complaining. And, through all of the tough times, he always managed to find the strength and courage not only to go on, but to succeed.

Throughout my teenage years, I remember hearing him speak passionately about America. Although he had never served in the Armed Forces, I knew he felt strongly about the people who defend our country and protect our freedom. There was pride in his voice when he talked about my uncle and two cousins who served in the military. I wanted to be like my grandfather, a strong, proud American with values. And, I wanted him to be proud of me.

So, after my senior year of high school, I enlisted in the Army. My grandfather said nothing, but I felt that he was surprised and a little shocked since I was the first female in the family to do so.

On the day I took my oath, I thought my grandfather and his farm. I was determined to work as hard at being a soldier as he did being a farmer.

With my grandfather’s lessons as my guide, I began my tour with the Army. First, I went to Fort Dix, NJ, where I completed both basic (as Soldier of the Cycle) and advanced individual training. Then I was assigned to a transportation battalion at Fort Campbell, KY. I worked hard and always tried to do my best.

A few years after I joined I happened to have my battalion commander, a lieutenant colonel, riding in my truck during a field exercise. He asked me why I had joined the Army. I told him about my grandfather. The commander seemed interested and asked quite a few questions about him before we eventually changed the subject.

A couple of days later my platoon sergeant told me the battalion commander would like my grandfather’s address. I gave it to him. Although I was a little curious, I soon forgot about it.

A few weeks later, my mother told me that the commander had written Grandfather a letter of praise about me. My mother said Grandfather had announced to the family that he would read the letter aloud at our traditional Memorial Day picnic. I decided I would try to come to the picnic and surprise him.

Luckily, I managed to get a four-day pass and catch a ride for the long journey. When I arrived, my grandfather was surprised, but didn’t say much.

Finally, when the last hot dog had been eaten, Grandfather stood up at the head of the table. He read the battalion commander’s letter. As he finished I thought I saw a hint of moisture in his eyes. My heart was so full I thought it would burst.

After serving a few more years, I decided to leave the Army. As I packed all of my military belongings into my duffel bag, I looked with pride at the awards and medals I had earned. What I cherished the most, however, was not an award, but the memory of my grandfather’s face as he read the commander’s letter.

Special thanks to all the women veterans who paved the way for me to serve.

WASP Betty Jo Reed – I had the honor and opportunity to set up an event honoring women veterans, featuring this amazing woman as the keynote speaker. Even more amazing, she invited me to her house and shared some wonderful stories of her life with me.

Local Veterans Day Events:

Texas Woman’s University Veterans Day Celebration

University of North Texas Veterans Day Celebration

UNT Women’s Studies Presents Lioness

Richard Haas – War of Necessity, War of Choice

You might also enjoy:

Women are Veterans Too

Women in the Military

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