New Beginnings at the End of the Year?

Usually, we think of the END of the YEAR as ENDINGS for projects we started or dreamed of doing a year ago. Let’s begin to think of the END of the year as holding surprises and entirely new beginnings even before we begin a “NEW” year. How would you feel about that?

My FIRST article for the American Foundation for the Blind was published today in their VISION AWARE BLOG – an on-line magazine. In addition to this new beginning at the tail end of December, I’ll have another one of my essays published in this blog on January 3rd, too! Let’s get off to a great start now, at the end of the year. Can you join me in this new adventure?

To read my FIRST BLOG for Vision AWARE you can follow this link.

My essay is called, “Just One Word, Please!”  How can just one word make such enormous changes to your life in 2017? Find out by reading my blog article now.

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Featured Photo by Lynda McKinney lambert:  “Viewing Warhol.”

Lynda Lambert – Live

December 19, 2016.

You can enjoy this conversation now.

Writing with Intention – Set your INTENTIONS for 2017

Lynda McKinney Lambert – Writing with Intention, presented LIVE on Branco Boracast on Recorded LIVE.

 

 

Knitting15_Scarf9_4 Thanks for flying with me in 2015 on SCANdalous-Recollections.

Lynda McKinney Lamber

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Gentle Zephyr

Gentle Zephyr is an Abecedarian Poem.

Each new lines is a letter of the alphabet. Look down the LEFT side of the poem and you will see the first line begins with “A” and the final line ends with “Z.”

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Gentle Zephyr

 

Angel of the Lord

by night you

called me without warning.

“Do not be afraid,” you said.

Even so, I shuddered

fearful and ashamed as you

granted me a message

“Holy, holy, holy,” you sang.

I heard you that lonely night

“Just as I am?”  I AM. “Let me

keep this night forever

locked in my memory,” I thought.

Miraculous, our Messiah has arrived. We are

night watchers near the City of David

only Jehovah saw value in us.  

Patiently, we kept waiting

quietly, the angel came; a brilliant star

revealed the message to

shepherds! The sheep barely stirred,

Tonight, the sky was falling, spinning,

until the Angel spoke. Divine

visitations are unexpected. I’ve been

waiting for the One called

X is for the newborn Christ. Oh, come, Emmanuel.

YHWH.  El Shaddi. Come quickly, gentle

Zephyr.

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Lynda McKinney Lambert. Copyright 2016. All rights reserved.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS to ALL

 

Red December

This frigid yet refreshing morning inspired me to write a poem. I wrote about a favorite COLOR

– RED –

And I wanted to describe my morning walk

in the darkness with my dogs.

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Red December

New-fallen snow glimmers in pre-dawn darkness

slender red barberries dangle from thin bare branches

I shuffle my feet, dig in to feel solid ground

near the place where my Father’s red roses

are surrounded by pillows of snow

slumbering safe in dark red December.

 

My heavy suede boots part the snow

It’s too early for the red cardinals

“Where do they go at night?”

A sharp wind makes me huddle deeper into my bright

red boucle’ jacket

while my two dogs search random trails

follow the long marks, meander downhill.

 

 

On a crisp day in mid-December

I desire red raspberry jam on warm toast

Linger by the tall pampas grass

weighted down to the ground with icy snow

I think of strawberry Sundays with whipped cream

I recall wearing Neiman Marcus Red lipstick and

dancing all night in

hot red stilettos and tight blue jeans.

 

 

We turn around – for the return home

the dogs circle in the frozen pachysandra patches

stiff, brown-green  shrunken leaves.

In memories I see my neighbor walking to her car

she wears a cranberry red hat, worsted red wool coat, flat, scarlet red shoes

carries a true-red leather handbag like the one I bought last Sunday.

 

I watched her from the upstairs window.

In her 80s, she revealed how to live a gallant life.

 

No cars pass us on the country road  this morning in red December

Where it is perpetual winter.

 

By Lynda McKinney lambert. Copyright 2016. All rights reserved.

This is a FREE-FORM poem.