May 2018

 

Julie Covington, a fellow creative-kindred spirit, kindly invited me to join her in her booth at the Memorial Day Flea Market in Brownville, NE this past weekend. We spent all day Saturday in the triple degree heat, guzzling liquids and interacting with customers. My little book table was surrounded by her wide assortment of delightful products, including little stuffed friends known as Cuddle Monsters.

Some were sad or goofy looking (like the one pictured), and others were happy or spunky in appearance. But each one was uniquely fun and absolutely hug-able. They also came in a variety of sizes, from the “mini” monsters (my favorite) on up to those perhaps two feet in height.

Being surrounded by those adorable monsters for hours led me to think about the monsters in our lives. Some look a lot worse than others. And some seem comparatively larger or harder to fight. But each of them – or the sum total of them all – can, at times, overwhelm us or bog us down in everything negative, painful, anxious, scary.

Yet in the grand scheme of life and the world, the One who created you and me knows about each monster we will encounter long before we do. Some monsters are truly scary, but He dwarfs them. And other monsters are actually small and harmless, and He shows us how to pat them on the head and send them on their way.

And those times when we may personally feel like monsters? Yes, He can also meet us in those times, at those places, and turn what was bad into something good.

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When it comes to the love between a man and woman, what is romance?

I had an opportunity to attend my older niece’s senior piano recital yesterday. An absolutely lovely experience. All of her pieces were well-done. But the one that she seemed most at home with and the one she had memorized was Romance Op. 24 No. 9 by Sibelius. (Recording of another young pianist playing the same piece can be seen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wtxf8OT6z-U)

While I listened to her play this moving piece for the second time, my mind wandered to pose and answer the initial question.

I have heard some people use romantic to describe a type of atmosphere that makes everything cozy. And others have used romance to refer specifically to aphrodisiacs and only physical passion. Still others envision this term as the best of all that is airbrushed in the world of dreams and ideals.

But as I listened to Emma move from one measure to the next and heart-fully spill out Sibelius’s composition, I saw in my mind’s eye something more.

I think that true romance is the soft beauty of first, sweet attraction – and the pure core of devoted other-awareness that remains true when the storms of life blow over…or sometimes when those storms seem like they are stuck and will never leave us truly in peace.

Part way thought the piece, there is a clash, a crash, and a point where it seems like the piano is broken. And then, majestically, the beauty of the initial soul-theme returns to ride atop the last wind gusts at storm’s end. And finally, the bit of love’s first blush floats away in conclusion like a soft kiss offered in the light of a heart-melting sunset.

Such romance is more than eros. It morphs into agape. Or…perhaps…it was rooted in agape in the first place. For no other bond and type of love will ever be so beautiful, nor so persevering.

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In honor of caring women everywhere: a Mother’s Day, every-day poem…

 

Many a womb has brought about

a life both wanted and received —

a life begotten out of love

and raised in blessed cherishing

Many a womb has borne to full

a child whole in limb and form —

a child ignored, rejected, crushed

by worth dismissed, appearance scorned

Many a womb has ached to house

a child’s live and beating heart —

a child who comes but cannot stay

so that the womb cries: hollow, hurt

Many a womb has never grown

any sort of seed at all —

no seed to enter sacred space

within the garden’s secret wall

But many arms have held and rocked

and many hands have nursed fresh wounds

and many eyes have unearthed beauty

and many voices have hummed and soothed

And so, today, no matter what

the state of her womb may have been

I say to each heart that has mothered,

“Thank you for the love you’ve shown.”

 

~Kaylene Powell (May 13, 2018)

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I had an opportunity to sell books at the Old Market Farmer’s Market in Omaha a couple of days ago. It was delightful to meet folks from all walks and stages of life, to sell copies of The Voice of Melody to a number of readers, and to introduce the story to many more.

But being there early to set up meant peeling myself out of bed at 5:30 a.m. As I threw back the covers, I prayed, “God, give me energy to go and meet people today – and bring the people by that You want me to talk to, the people who need to hear this story.”

One of my later sales of the day was to a customer in a bright yellow blouse (my FAVORITE color!). She walked up to the booth and was obviously, instantly captivated by the book’s cover.

After I gave her a brief synopsis, she decided to get one. And I said, “I’d be happy to sign your copy. What’s your first name?”

She smiled and said, “Melody.”

I laughed.

And later, I remembered my early morning prayer. There is something about the men, women, and children of this novel, both the historical characters and the completely fictional ones, that creeps into the inviting heart and makes us think about our own experiences in a meaningful way.

Yes, most volumes written are not suitable for every reader in the world. But I firmly believe that certain readers are meant to read certain books at certain times.

I’m so glad Melody walked by my booth. And I hope she’ll enjoy her journey back in time.

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