~From Lynda’s Journal ~

Let’s celebrate our creative life in February.

I believe February is a beautiful winter  month for celebrating our gifts that bring inspiration and joy to the world.

I am thankful today, on the first day of February 2025, for my  years of creating poetry, non-fiction stories, my six published books,  and fine art that appears in  private and public collections around the world. I have created work across disciplines (art and writing) for over fifty years.

Like everyone else, there are obstacles and challenges that litter our path all the time. Yet, we continue our practice despite any of those obstacles, and we move on with passion and determination to not allow anything to stop our mission.  My writing and my visual art are my mission  and calling by God for my life. I dedicated my life to Jesus Christ when I was fifteen years old. He has taken me on an exciting and satisfying walk  with him on the narrow path.

Last year I produced over 350  poems, and worked in both my painting and fiber studio on works that will appear in art exhibitions, and publications in anthologies, poetry journals, and books.

Yesterday, I dropped off four new paintings and one fiber work at a gallery in Butler, Pennsylvania.  This show is “Age of Aquarius” and how perfect that is for this month, I thought.

What joy I experienced as I walked  into the gallery again with my artworks.  I had every reason to give up, eighteen years ago, when I lost my sight suddenly. But I decided to continue to be the person I am, and I worked at finding new ways to continue my art and writing mission. As I stood back and looked at my artworks there in the gallery, I was filled with joy to know that nothing could stop me from my life mission of making art and writing.

I never gave up anything, but I adapted to my new circumstances, and God took it from there.  He gave me the courage to adapt, and to believe that with his help, I would keep going on my journey in the world of fine art and literature.

I celebrate my creative life in February, the heart of my favorite  season.

Winter is the best time for contemplating our creative life.

Lynda

The Poem:

Treacherous Dreams

aery  asylum

barely breathing  in high altitude

crevasses , wide  open cracks

dangerous dreams  of  wintry mountaintops

eerie heights,  glassy  ice

fearful fatality of fissures, and fractures

glacial gaps  unmarked, without a path

helpless  in treacherous  dreams

ice draped  vertical  rock walls

jumping is not an option

knowing  I am immovable

leaping heart beating faster

minutes are passing quickly

no way down, no exits

overture of advancing  thoughts

plunging  into wild imaginations

quarry  covered with curtains of ice

reckless scapegoat

seeking out impossible solutions

treacherous heights above the clouds

unable to focus in the mist

victim of circumstances

wreaking havoc  and my

x-ray vision holds no hope

yet, I keep looking for a safety

zone

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Do you know:

I have SIX published books:

Each Day Hold Some Small  Joy : Poems, DLD Books, 2024

Songs for the Pilgrimage, DLD Books, 2021.

first snow, Finishing Line Press, 2020. –See it here!

Star Signs: New & Selected Poems, DLD Books,  2019.

Walking by Inner Vision: Stories & Poems, DLD Books,  2017.

Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage, Kota Press, 2003. (Out of print)

Published:

The Dream Sequence, #1 begins on Page 2 of first snow , a chapbook.

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