Coming Home

I always knew  it!  I am Irish and German.  

 

This year I joined Ancestry dot com

Surprise! Surprise!

 

In Addition to Irish and German ancestry, I am

Scandinavian

Iberian

Greek

Eastern European Jewish!

I descended from a wide variety of cultures

     and I bet you did, too!

 

What big surprises you will have in store. All of the ancestral groups above moved around over the centuries because they were chased away, persecuted, and unwanted at some time in the past.

I would say that all of the various people groups, at some time in history, have been moved to a variety of locations and continents because of wars, religious persecution, slavery, and/or  the desire to have a better life in a new place.

It didn’t take me long to find my ancestral roots in Europe. In fact, the first day I traced my paternal grandmother, Effie Pearl Rugh, back to my 8th Great-grandfather in the Palatinate  area in Europe, which is now in Germany.

I WAS home.

Another few days brought me to the location from which my maternal great grandfather and my Maternal 2nd Great Grandparents  came from in Bavaria, Germany. I was overjoyed to learn this because for about 12 years I traveled to Bavaria every summer where I taught  a college course. Now, I know why I always felt like I came home when I arrived there every summer. I believe we have a collective unconscious that allows us to intuit such inner feelings as this. After all, we can know through our DNA that we belong to many different ethnic groups – it just makes sense to me that not only our DNA reveals this, but our MIND reveals it, too. We are home!

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Photos and essay by Lynda McKinney Lambert.  Copyright 2017. All rights reserved.

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 Koenigsee, Germany

Photo by Lynda McKinney Lambert

A Kick in the Head

A Kick in the Head? Really?

What is going on? 

 

Why would anyone destroy a work of ART?

A violent scene of the destruction of public statues is nothing new in the history of humanity. Recently, I considered the historical context of what I’ve been watching on TV recently when I saw groups of people destroying public statues and literally kinking the a sculpture’s head as it bounded in the street after a violent encounter with anti-art protesators.

This group-think type of behavior  is quite interesting to SEE and makes us ASK, “What is going on?” Is art really that dangerous to humanity? Seems like a strange way of behaving, doesn’t it!

Some serious research into past historical events, from the Ancient to Contemporary cultures, will provide examples of this same behavior. But in most of the past circumstances, the general public  didn’t have television to view it every day like we do now. I’ts  also happening in other countries around the world besides here in the United States of America. Seems senseless, doesn’t it!

Is ART Dangerous?

Art always reflects the heart and soul of a civilization.

Art is ALWAYS viewed as the FIRST TARGET that must be DESTROYED by invading people groups. The destruction of ART is the beginning of what is to follow.  Destruction of the nation’s art and the burning of libraries and books – go hand in hand. You see, those things are dangerous for they reflect the ability to THINK and to show a Collective Consciousness and PRIDE in their country. Invading groups want to destroy any artifact that reveals a nation’s PRIDE and THOUGHTS about life in the time in which they are living.

For the Greeks.

As a Humanities Professor, when I was lecturing on Greek Culture, I was always asked, “Why do all the statues have missing arms or heads? Why are the statues all broken up and why are they buried under the rubble of buildings?”  We have to THINK about why the statues are broken up and body parts missing, and why is there so much rubble from buildings that were magnificent?

It’s always the same answer – another culture who wanted to conquer them came to destroy the culture that made the statues and buildings. For the Greeks, it was the Romans who flooded into their country and destroyed everything in sight and enslaved the Greeks. Yet after they destroyed the Greek cities, the Romans enslaved the Greek artists and sculptors and made them make ROMAN works. Every culture that destroys another culture, will TAKE the IDEAS from the ART of the conquered culture’s country and remake it into their OWN. It is RE-Presented as their own art. (Check out Greco-Roman art to see what I mean!

Culture is what people  left behind – the ART.  We can know the heart and mind of a people by viewing their art. In the art we see their IDEAS.

For the Romans.

It was barbarian tribes who lived in areas surrounding Rome, and also those foreign people were permitted to enter Rome and were given citizenship. They flooded into the country, and became a fifth column, that brought Rome down. These invaders were Islamic and even the insides of the beautifully decorated Roman buildings were white-washed over to destroy the stories and scenes on the walls that were crafted in mosaic.

For Now.

We have seen in our own lifetime, the destruction of ancient Buddhist statues in remote mountain areas, blasted or pulled down by Islamic radicals. We have seen museums vandalized and priceless artifacts from the ancient past destroyed by invading hoards of ignorant and violent people.

For Us.

We see this same hatred of art  in our own country recently. Just like the plunderers of the Greek Art Works, a hand-full of Zealots are destroying statues – works of art. The destructive individuals appear to be in a frenzy of madness.

I have to wonder if any of them have ever taken the effort to dig into their own cultural roots. I mean,  the thousands of years of their migrations and influences and the overall big picture of their very own history. I think their ancestors would be ashamed at their lack of respect for the land and the laws in which they live presently.

What Do We Have in Common?

Every people group in this world has been persecuted at some point in the  long historical past. We find that such movement of various people groups over the thousands of years from one geographical place to another. When we begin doing work in ancestry, we soon see the migrations of the various people groups – and I mean ALL of them. We are ALL descendants of a VARIETY of people groups – every people group on this planet has roots from a variety of cultures. When you get your DNA done and you begin doing research, you soon learn you are a descent of  about 6 or more, different people groups from wide areas of the world.

Anarchy ALWAYS pinpoints the CULTURAL ARTIFACTS of a country or people group to DESTROY as a way of trying to destroy that very culture. They are trying to destroy Cultural Memory – but they don’t even know what that is. Angry people from a variety of cultural backgrounds are at work today to destroy their  own world. Each individually involved in anarchy and destruction of public art is really giving their own culture a kick in the head.

 

 

_____Copyright, August 20, 2017. Lynda McKinney Lambert. All rights reserved. _____

 

Prepare for the Muse

Poetry is Always a Good Idea*

*Quote from  Proofs and Theories: Essays on Poetry by Louise Gluck.

 

 Beginning

Once I begin a poem, it absorbs me completely. I stay with it hour after hour; sometimes rewriting it long after I thought it was finished. The poem, it seems to me, sometimes takes some years of growing; I am able to come back to those first attempts and have an understanding of what the poem was to become. The poem ages, evolves, and goes through shifts over a long period of time, just like I do in my everyday life. Understanding our own work takes a very long time.

 

Early Writings

 

I began to write poetry as an undergraduate BFA student at Slippery Rock University of PA in the mid-80s. My first poetry publications appeared in Ginger Hill Literary Journal,   published by the English Department. I was a fine arts major in painting, but English literature was a passion, too. I took so many English courses that it qualified me for entrance into the grad program after I received my BFA.  I was in love with words and images!

In graduate school at West Virginia University, While I worked on my MFA in Painting, I continued writing  poetry and I was reading a lot of poetry and saw that  poetry is an art form. My perspective is quite different because of my Fine Arts background. My poems appeared in The Daily Athenian in Morgantown, WV.  Modern and post-modernist poetry was influencing my life every day. My painting and printmaking was growing from the ideas I was reading in poetry. contemporary poetry was my lighthouse, and the more I was swimming towards it, the more I realized it was moving away as I wrote – I had to work hard to try to get to it, to capture  images and words on the pages and the canvases.  I had begun learning how to capture the senses in my work with words.

I did the unthinkable – I chose to accept BOTH of the offers in English and in Fine Arts programs. I actually did BOTH  Graduate Programs at the same time. My higher education would  be a hybrid of the pursuit of poetry and studio work!

While  pursuing the MFA (the Terminal Degree in Fine Arts studio work) in painting, I started working on a MA in English at Slippery Rock University  of PA – doing graduate work in 2 different disciplines at 2 different universities and in 2 different states –  simultaneously.

The state slogan for WV is “Almost Heaven.”

But I  was actually IN  Heaven.

I am a Ranaissance woman who would continue to embrace the Humanities, follow my passions in Fine Arts and Literature. I knew I would never dig a deep hole down into only one genre, but I would pursue a hybrid path that was my own creation. I was truly a Post -Modern disciple!

Prepare for the Muse

 

As I write this essay,  nearly 3 decades later,  

I am still working to get the words right.

I struggle to evoke the senses that describe

what I portray in the poem.

My Process:  GREAT IDEAS

  1. Make a Writing Space for yourself. Mine is in a room that steps down off of my kitchen. It is a room dedicated to be my Writing Space. I like to work with the radio on most of the time. The radio is in my kitchen so I can have music but not so close as to be a distraction.
  2. Organize your Writing Space. This area is your personal private place to do your work. Make sure it is not an area shared by anyone else. Be firm and declare this room or space to be only for you. Don’t give in to any demands for anyone else to use it in any way.  Organize it to suit your intentions and needs.
  3. No Cluttering Permitted in your Writing Space. You need a peaceful space and any cluttering will be a distraction to you. Clean your space and organize it and make sure it stays this way. I believe a cluttered mind is reflected by aa messy and disorganized Writing Space.
  4. Ask yourself, “How does my life want to be lived?” I like to check with my “inner feelings” to be sure I am doing what my spirit really wants to do. With so many voices in our ears, we need to stop often to have a check on our “inner feeling
  5. I walk my dogs in the woods every day. Often, I hear a flock of crows overhead.  Our thoughts can be like those crow sounds: loud and demanding. If we follow all those thoughts, our day can turn into a hot mess and nothing gets done. So stop and realize we need quietness and a “check in” with those quiet and still leadings that we have – our intuition.

 

“Set your pen to paper and live for poetry!  Dwell in its wondrous city, whole and

full-hearted.”  Sheila Bender

  Assignment

Find 1 or 2  writers you like a lot.

Read their work and write about what you like about that work in  your journal.

Begin to search out their work so you can find common themes and quotes that have influenced you. Your chosen writers will become YOUR MENTORS.

 

A number of years ago, this was my list:

Robert Bly

William Carlos Williams

John Donne

Ranier Maria Rilke

(Today, I’ve added others on my list – b t this post is about our beginnings. We can talk about my literary mentors another day.)

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Checking up on….. Me?

Have you CHECKED UP

on yourself recently?

While I was looking for information on an art exhibit, I decided to type in my name on the google search engine. Yes, indeed,  I found MYSELF!

 

It’s always a good idea to put your BEST work on your blogs and  pages. Now that I see what is there that I wrote, I am satisfied that the 17 pages are positive ones. It’s good to know how your postings come back to haunt you sometimes. Make sure you put your best thought out there for the world to view. You know what “they say” – you only have one chance to make a good impression.

My 17 best posts.

 

Photo above appeared in the Ellwood City Ledger web site, Saturday July 29, 2017.

 

Dialogue in the Dark

Are you afraid of the dark?

I have to admit it.  I am!

OK, the weird thing about  my confession is

I am a blind person.

Maribel Steel, a low vision writer for Vision Aware Blog (on the American Foundation for the Blind website)  joins the CEO of Guide Dogs Victoria shared this great audio interview about Dialogue in the Dark experiences.

Peek Inside Dialogue in the Dark

on ABC Radio National.

I have to say, it is memorable and this conversation gives us insight into the experience a sighted person has when they find themselves completely “in the dark” with a blind or low vision guide.

I would love to be able to have this experience.

http://maribelsteel.com/category/audio-stories/

 

Stewardship

Stewardship – Take a Time Out

 

The inner life of a Christian  has to be different.

We don’t walk to the same drummer as many other people.  We need to recognize this and HONOR it.

A  gift  was given to us by our Creator. And, with every gift we are given we see a glimmer of how another person sees us.  With the  gifts we receive, we have insight into who we are. Each gift brings with it a responsibility to be recognized and honored.

Guard your time for it is precious. Set time apart to be alone in solitude. For in being alone and set apart, we can listen to the voice of God and know our purpose.

Busy-ness is not to be desired.

“Crazy Busy” is just that – CRAZY!

“BUSY” is not a virtue.

When is the last time you were still and quiet?  Perhaps you need to be a good steward of your time? Take some “time out” to allow the Holy Spirit to communicate with you and guide your day.

“Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”  Ps

Psalm 46:1

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My Life as a Pivot

My Life as a Pivot

 

I am pivoted from one location, to another. I turn, and move suddenly to a new route. I change. 

May is the month of graduation ceremonies.  Nearly 3 decades ago, I walked down the aisle in my cap and gown to receive my third, and final, degree.  The formal procession marked the end of 9 years of diligent work in which I earned 3 university degrees at 2 different universities, in 2 different states.  Of course, I was happy to reach the lofty educational goals I set.  But, even so, I had a strange sense of loss because I was leaving the environment of being a student in the myriad of classrooms over those years. I loved being a student. When that final diploma was in my hand, I knew I stood at a fork in the road. This achievement meant that I had reached dividing point between my student-centered life of studies and my new academic life as a professional educator.

 

When students begin to pursue the academic goals that lead to a college degree, they decide to embrace a future-centered environment that will involve them in life-long learning.

I eventually understood that even as a first semester freshmen, a university student is already a professional. It is the decision to begin this journey that propels a student into a professional. It is the decision that marks the change and not the receipt of the final degree.  The final graduation ceremony was the turning point for me because it signified a momentous modification in direction. I mourned the loss of being in a classroom, as a student, for many years. Honestly, I wanted to be a student forever.

On reflection of those years, I can say I wrote more research papers than I can remember. Writing and researching various topics in my fields of fine arts and humanities motivated me and urged me onward in pursuit of wisdom.

I thrived on doing research at the library; searching through the pages of various periodicals or books was a passion.

In the process of writing papers, I discovered new research.  I felt like an archaeologist digging in a multi-layered excavation site. Every page I turned just might lead to a new discovery.  New discoveries revealed a new set of questions and new paths to pursue.

We often find hidden pathways and ancient passages in the debris and dust we gather as we write our papers. There is always something that compels us to explore.  Dig deeper. In the course of researching and writing papers, I experienced the unexpected or unknown.  It is in these pivots of our life that we encounter our true self as we continually ask:

“What if?”  “Now what?” “Where will this lead me?”  “What is this world view?”

Miriam Webster’s Dictionary reveals that a pivot can be a noun or a verb. Yes, I can see it both ways but when I think of this word, pivot, I feel like an action is taking place. This word indicates a movement, to me. Research brings me to new information. New conclusions.

 

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“Thanks for rejoicing with me today.  Isn’t God so wonderful!”

Romans 8:28

 

 

 

Guest Post: Ida Matilda’s Cream Pitcher

Enjoy this guest blog that appeared today on Abbie’s Corner of the World. Thank you, Abbie, for reading my poem for the blogging world to enjoy, too.
I truly appreciate this beautiful blog and am so glad to share it here on SCANdalous-Recollections today.

Abbie's Corner of the World

Today, I’m pleased to have Lynda McKinney Lambert as a guest. She’s the author of Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage (Kota Press, 2003) and Walking by Inner Vision: Stories & Poems. (DLD Books, 2017) She’s also an artist and teacher who suddenly lost her eyesight ten years ago. You can read reviews of Walking by Inner Vision on my blog and on the Vision Aware site. Here’s one of her poems, which you can also read on her blog. It’s about her grandmother’s cream pitcher, a photo of which is below.

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Ida Matilda’s Cream Pitcher

by Lynda McKinney Lambert, 2017

I loved to spend endless, languid

days at Grandma’s house, sitting

around her plentiful kitchen table. Ida

Matilda’s raisin-filled cookies, sprinkled with

granulated sugar,

apple pies and yeast breads served hot from her oven

tart cherry desserts and homemade blackberry jam.

I poured heavy cream this morning…

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