I am working on my next full-length book, Gifts of the Spirit: Stories & Poems from now till the end of 2021.
The new book is a companion of my book Walking by Inner Vision: Stories & Poems, published in 2017. See it here.
~ My Writing Process ~
I began writing stories and poems for the new book a couple of years ago.
I always like to start with a plan that gives an order in which to work out the process. I laid out a skeleton or structure for it several times over the past couple of years. I gathered lots of ideas, writings. I divided the book into categories or topics – several times. I try to put everything into a cohesive whole, bring order to the myriad of concepts.
Each new version of my draft eventually is altered.
But, not all of it is erased, discarded or moved. No, it is more like a palimpsest manuscript. Layers of words remain as other coatings vanish. Spaces appear, created, holes filled. When one works in layers, some fragments remain, some punctuation altered or deleted, meanings changed, paragraphs removed, and some words, sentences or paragraphs are shifted to new locations. I use the Socratic method as I continually ask questions in the working process. I search under, around, and through the rugged terrain of my verbal landscape.
Over my years of writing, I’ve come to an understanding of how I work. I have a process, and it’s messy!
I am going to war, and I know it before I write that first sentence.
I step into chaos. I always begin with the disorder in just about everything I do in my creative life.
Nothing magically happens when I am creating – no magic bullets and no writings that plop down on my pages. Writing, for me, is more like an excavation site. I have to dig through layers upon layers to sort, sift, discard, build, destroy, explore, and patch.
My process is physical, a painful boxing match. I am a warrior woman going into battle.
Lynda McKinney Lambert – Author/Artist
Your comments and questions are most welcome.
Most of all, I need your prayers over the next year.
When you think of me please stop for a moment to whisper my name in a prayer to our lord, Jesus.
Thank you for your interest in what I do.
Please contact me at any time if you need to speak with me or need to ask me to pray for you. I am a Prayer Warrior.
The dropping temperatures today make me begin to think about the 2 holidays that are coming up in November and December. My favorite item to bake is Pecan Pie. So, I am putting my pie recipe into the form of a Pantoum Poem – and what fun it is to think about baking this wonderful, delicious treat for the holidays.
Your encouraging messages give me the GIFT of HOPE.
I’ve become familiar with the way God whispers gently to us to give us His divine guidance and ideas for the direction he wants us to go?
I feel this tender nudge from God that at times. It is usually about
something that is common sense. I often think, “Why didn’t I think of this?
Yes, it makes sense, and it’s an
Gifts of the Spirit is the new full-length book I started writing this year.
I plan to complete the manuscript draft by the end of December 2021.
About this blog –
Gifts of the Spirit.
I’ll share some new poems, reflections, thoughtful, personal essays, and non-fiction stories on this blog for the next fourteen months. You might be reading the drafts of those writings that will finally become a collection in the book, Gifts of the Spirit: Poems & Stories.
I received a personal note from my friend Lynda J.
It arrived in a moment when I was thinking about writing this post. She references the Dallas Holm song, “I Have Hope.” God sends us such gentle reminders from unexpected sources at the precise time we need them. God is always right on time.
During 2020, a year of pandemic fears and anxieties, I can truly say, “I have hope.”
Here is what my colleague and friend sent to me today:
what a powerful testimony the Lord has led you to share.
I couldn’t agree with you more if I’d written a statement myself!!
One of your sentences reminded me of the chorus of one of my favorite Dallas Holm songs:
I have joy in the time of sorrow,
I have peace in the raging storm.
I have faith that Jesus holds tomorrow,
I have hope, I’m resting in His arms.
At the beginning of 2020, I chose One Word for my entire year – GIFTS.
I started choosing One Word for my year in 2015.
I wanted to think more seriously about giving GIFTS and receiving GIFTS. Because I am a Christian, I decided to do everything this year as a Gift for my King, Jesus! In my writing, artmaking, and everyday life at home, I kept this in mind.
This entire year is a journey of surprises for all of us, isn’t it?
Of course, I had no idea how that Word would reveal new meaning as the months come and go.
None of us could have anticipated the arrival of a pandemic and how we would experience life this year. We still have no idea what to expect, but we live in the eternal hope – our lives are in God’s hands, and he will take care of us no matter what the circumstances may be at any time.
Looking at history, we know that events such as this pandemic are not exceptional. People of all ages have faced tremendous changes and fears that come with those unexpected events. I know that for Christians, we are never alone in any circumstances that we face. Our faith is built on the solid foundation of our Lord, Jesus Christ.
I placed my life in His capable hands, and I find peace in times of storms or painful circumstances, and I find joy in times of sunshine and prosperity.
We have the gifts that the Father gives us in all seasons and in all cases. In fact, here is just one example of what God’s intentions are for His beloved children.
Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
During the first week of October, I received some beautiful gifts, and I am sharing the news with you in this message.
I am delighted that Marcia Meara, author of the blog _The Write Stuff_ published a Special Feature about my writing and award-winning fiber art.
I enjoy seeing the visitors who read the article and leave comments.
Hint: I’d love to see your thoughts, and I will reply to any comments you leave. Go ahead, make my day! Visit the link and leave a comment.
Second, I won a First Place Award for my talisman, “My Eyes are Only for You,” at the InSights20 exhibition in Louisville, KY. The show opened on October 7, and you are invited to attend the virtual opening, which is available now.
Note: This year, first place is a shared award – which is lovely for the other artist and me.
The video is live now. You can see a photo of the artwork, the artist who made it, and a description. Rob Guillen is the coordinator of this annual exhibition. He will lead you through the winning pieces via the video. This juried art exhibition is presented by the American Printing House for the Blind. All artists in the show have a visual impairment. I am deeply honored to be a part of this project – my fifth time to have my work accepted in the Crafts Division by the jury – and my fifth award.
Here is the link to see the winners of the Craft Division – See it here!
Third, my poem, “The Talisman,” inspired by the process of making the talisman in the APH InSights 20 show, is in the October Issue of Newsreel.
If you subscribe to this audio magazine, you will hear me reading the poem.
Photo by American Printing House for the Blind – InSights20 exhibition. This is a talisman, “My Eyes are Only for You.” by Lynda McKinney Lambert. This piece won first place in the crafts division – it shared first place with another art work.
Some time ago I read a comment that remains with me over the years.
“We are here to walk each other Home.” I think it is a Buddhist quote. But, I think this is a universal truth that we truely are here for this short span of time on the earth to be a comfort and an encourager of each other. When I read Sue Vincent’s blog post this morning, this is how I felt as she revealed the new truth that she is now facing. Gifts of the Spirit come to us individually and sometimes in very strange ways. As a follower of Jesus, I know that what he said is one size that fits all of us.
“I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. ”
Just this past summer, my husband and I purchased our grave marker that will be installed on our grave site in our cemetary plot in The Village of Wurtemburg, where we live. The truth is that all of us are in the same boat with Sue – we are all on our journey Home and none of us know when exactly that day will arrive. But, we all know we are heading there every day.
Let us keep each other in our prayers. When you think of Sue, as you read her post today, please keep Sue in your prayers.
As we think of each other, at any time of the day or night, please whisper a prayer as you feel led to do at the time.
I love this insight from the Bible, “We are a fragile breeze that will never return. ” I also know that when friends and family can no longer accompany me into eternity, I will be holding the hand of the One who overcame death and hell, and lives forever – Jesus.
I was going to post something… then wasn’t… then thought I ought… then knew how private it was… then remembered what I’d told others. Maybe being honest might help someone else going through the mill…
When you get slung into surreal situations, there is a sort of fail-safe that plays out scenarios in the safety of half-buried imagination. Lets you try them on for size, if you like. Get a feel for how they fit. The calm, unfazed acceptance, the screaming fury, the sanitised sanity of philosophical serenity…
In none of them does your oxygen canula keep filling with snot when the tears even you don’t understand keep coming. When it is a relief to have answers you would cheerfully scream at. When the dying becomes the easy part and living, knowing how much it is going…
Heartwings says, “As the old normal dissolves, what will the new normal look like?”
Some are eager to get back to “normal,” as they think of pre Covid19 times. What that means for some is one thing, for another, something different. Yet whatever the old normal was, it’s definitely different from whatever is happening now. Perhaps we have been given an opportunity to look more closely at what has been and make a decision as to whether or not we want to return—assuming we can, or whether we wish to create something new and different with our lives.
The old normal for Stephen and me held trips to the library, now of course closed. It held occasional visits to a movie theater, Dinners or other meals at a variety of restaurants, checking out discount stores, time spent in a favorite thrift store…
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needle work
(Bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her to find me an acre of land
(A sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strands
(And polishes a gun)
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
(Blazing in scarlet battalions)…
My first chapbook is published by Finishing Line Press.
I’ve put together a collection of 30 wintry-theme poems.
It is available in paperback, or Hard Back copies directly from the publisher at Finishing Line Press. I am so thrilled to have my chapbook available as a hardbound book and a print edition.
I am working on writing a chapbook for each season.
I love chapbooks and have a little collection of special ones in my personal library. They are like a work of art, to me. They have a feeling of preciousness, which I like so much.
A chapbook is shorter than a full-length book, and it has a focus on one theme.
Since I’ve always found winter to be a beautiful time of year in my area of Western Pennsylvania, this is my way of celebrating the season.
With this new publication, I am thinking about creating a chapbook for each of the 4 seasons. I like to work in a series, and I think this would be an excellent way to do that in the future.
My poems are spare – uncluttered by unnecessary words or punctuation. I like to keep them pure and without distractions. Readers tell me how enjoyable it is to read my seasonal poems. Here is a quote by a reader,
The crisp quality of the words and vision… is made poignant by the author’s personal history and victory with physical sight. Her heart comes through her hands and pen. Her words are fresh, yet rooted and ancient. The Natural realms intersecting with the Spiritual realms plus the Human daily-realm creates a deeply pleasing flavor of poetry. Accessible. Thoughtful. Power
_Elizabeth Enright Phillips, owner of Running Creek Co Limited, ardent minimalist, author
Lynda Lambert covers a vast terrain of subjects and topics in this new book, from lights to legends to seasons, treating us to images and metaphors about plants, people, and weather. She opens this extensive collection with the title poem, Star Signs, which walks us through the alphabet. It digs through thoughts, emotions, and observations, “Using star signs to map out new terrain.”
Throughout this book of poems, these gems of poetic creation shimmer like beads on her fabric art, like bold brushstrokes of color on her paintings, and reflect light like the gemstones on her prize-winning piece of mixed–media fiber artwork. It seems this entire collection is like a multifaceted mural.
Her attentiveness to nature and strong reflections from memory have woven from a collage of remnants a beautiful tapestry for us. It offers a beautiful feast for the eyes and the mind.
—Wesley D. Sims, Author of Taste of Change
This is the author’s third book of poetry. Cover photo by James Wheeler from Pexels Cover design, editing, layout, and e-book conversion by DLD Books
Description of the cover image of Star Signs:
The late evening photo shows several delicate, bare trees in silhouette, leaning slightly to the right, against a violet-colored sky. There is a faint streak of pinkish light to the right of the trees, low on the horizon. Thousands of stars are visible in the sky. The solid black landscape below the trees appears to be the shore of a darkened lake, which is in the foreground. A few stars are reflected in the water. The overall impression is one of stillness and beauty. The predominant colors are black and violet, along with white pinpoints of starlight. The title and subtitle are in white at the top of the cover, and the author’s name is in white at the bottom.
NEWS: This book is now available to the National Library Services BARD program. You can order the book, read by Polly Slavet by asking BARD for DBC 11608. You will LOVE Polly’s elegant presentation of Lynda’s book!
Take a journey through the seasons of a year from January through December. With award-winning Pennsylvania Author and Artist Lynda McKinney Lambert
In 2019 Lynda received the prestigious
Albert Nelson Marquis Award for Lifetime Achievement in the fields of Artist & Author
This award is given by the Marquis Who’s Who Publications Board, to honor Biographees who have achieved career longevity.
Lynda is a retired Professor of Fine Arts & Humanities, Geneva College, Beaver Falls, PA
Her first book is-
Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage
Kota Press, 2002
She wrote the book from her travel journal entries, as she taught a course in Europe each summer. From this first published book, the theme of “life as a sacred pilgrimage,” This theme endures in all of her subsequent writings.
In her 2nd book, Lynda continues to take readers on the road with her as she travels through a life pilgrimage from her earliest memories to her present septuagenarian years as a well-known artist, author, educator.
Lynda retired in 2008, after sudden sight loss due to Ischemic Optic Neuropathy. During her recovery and rehabilitation process, she began to write stories & poems for her new blog, Walking by Inner Vision.
In the beginning, her blog was her way of communicating with the world again after sight loss.
Lynda became aware that she was now living in a world of inner vision.
She did not realize at the time that this blog was the beginning step towards the book now available on Audible.
Walking by Inner Vision: Stories & Poems
A personal, private, and spiritual walk through the seasons