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.
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.
I like to begin organizing and cleaning my home in March each year.
I feel good when I finish the work and sit back to enjoy the fresh atmosphere in my home. I learned this as a child, helping my grandmother , Ida Matilda, and my mother, Esther, as they cleaned their homes in preparation for the warm days ahead.
Back then, in the 1950s, we took out all the rugs and beat them with a “rug-beater” while they hung on a clothesline. We beat out all the dirt from wintertime that accumulates in the fibers. Of course, we did not have electric sweepers at that time – so this was essential.
Next, we took down all the curtains and washed each panel individually. While the ruffled curtains were still wet, we stretched them out onto curtain-stretchers. It was a wooden frame with little sharp nails all around the edges. This task took a lot of time, and you could get your fingers pricked if you were not careful. But, when the delicate organdy curtains were put back upon each of the newly-washed windows, the room looks exquisite.
My mother and my grandmother took such great pride in their homes and keeping them clean and pleasant in all seasons. I do, as well. My home is my castle and the place where I find peace and solace. I love my nearly century-old home in The Village of Wurtemburg. My house has roots so deep into my ancestry, and so do I.
I grew up with a deep appreciation for my ancestors and this little spot of “heaven-on-earth” the Village of Wurtemburg in rural western Pennsylvania.
I’ve enjoyed a life of travels to magnificent places in this world, yet, coming home to Pennsylvania was always delightful. I had a feeling that my home always welcomed me upon my return. I never took it for granted. This place is my paradise on earth.
This week, I started organizing a tall hutch in my 1920s kitchen – This tall cupboard holds a collection of ruby red glasses on the topmost shelf. Beneath that shelf, I have two more shelves where I store canned goods, and I am working on organizing them today.
Because I have deficient vision, I am assisted by my willing helper, The Merlin CCTV, which magnifies each of my cans so I can know what is in it. Once I know, then I make a 3 x 5-inch recipe card for each box.
On that card, I use a BIG MAMMA marker – the biggest you can find – and I put down a few letters that indicate what is in that can. When I finish the lettering, I put a rubber band around that card to hold it onto the can.
Each item can be carefully organized in my cupboard for me to be able to know what is there. Things take time for me. The little things that I used to do very quickly can now take days. Or more. I am grateful I have always been a patient person with the ability to stay focused on any task at hand. God prepared me in advance for this road I am walking on today. God always prepares us for the next step – even when we are entirely unaware of it. You can ask him, “What am I prepared for?” The answer comes. It arrives as a still small voice – a breath, the Holy Spirit that indwells us.
Like Queen Esther, in the Bible, we are placed where God needs us to be at the right time.
Esther 4: 14.
Esther 4:14 New International Version (NIV)
14 For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father’s family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?”
My mother’s name is Esther, and I remember the meaning of her name.
Esther could be translated as “star” in Persian. The Book of Esther in the Old Testament tells the story of Queen Esther, the Jewish wife of the king of Persia. This was not her desire, but she was put in this position by God and through Esther, the nation was saved.
If you have committed your life to Jesus, our Messiah, then you don’t need to worry about your next step – as it was for Queen Esther, your arrival will be on time. Trust in God to guide your days, and you will be precisely where you need to be at the right time.
Right now, I need to be in my kitchen organizing my cupboard and in my office writing some more Haiku today. Bob has the dogs out for a walk, and when they return, we will be working in the kitchen today. One little thing at a time is all it takes to make your life and your home a more excellent place to be as we shelter-in-place and wait out the pestilence that is moving across this country and the entire world.
Don’t live in fear. Know that God has everything in control no matter how it appears. I recommend that you not watch much on TV because the majority of the reporting is based on fear. Be filled with faith, instead. Do something that makes you feel good inside.
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
Article and Photography by Lynda McKinney Lambert.
Copyright, June10, 2017. Lynda McKinney Lambert. All rights reserved.
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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Epiphany: At 6 am we walk through the snow in the darkness.The morning is still and peaceful.
My dogs and me. We are early risers.
I notice cat tracks that leave a trail from my porch and over the snowy sidewalk; sown the driveway; and across the road. He is a black and white cat who visits for the food, shelter, and comfort that Bob provides daily. We see him come and go. He’s afraid of people. We get glimpses of him.
Along the edges of the ridge, deer tracks are fresh. I am thankful for these majestic creatures who pass like ghosts through the woods in all seasons.
Back inside the house, I read a blog post that gave me a window to wisdom I’ll need for this day. Peace, like a river…it is well with my soul. I am standing. My soul sings to God. How GREAT Thou art! Here’s my heart.
In other words, they WANT to have something good come to them in some unexpected way. It usually means they need a financial windfall or help with something material they want to come to them. Definitely, this phrase expresses a need in their life and a longing for a quick fix.
The phrase also signifies a person feels helpless and really doubts that anything will change for them. It feels a bit helpless when you hear this longing desire for “somehthing,” doesn’t it? It makes me sad.
There is a universal law known as “SOWING & REAPING.”
When we are in need of a HARVEST, we must first plant the seeds for it.
Without the actions of preparing the soil and planting the seend, there is seldom a harvest.
As I hear a person wondering if their ship will come in, I have to ask:
How many ships did you SEND OUT?
I send out a LOT of ships, so I can live in the expectation that many ships will come in for me. And, just like we ENVISION, they DO come in – or come BACK , in DUE time.
Often my SHIPS come back through the mail. When my husband brings in the mail each day, I ask him: “Did a ship come in the mailbox today?”
What DOES your SHIP LOOK LIKE?
My SHIPS come in the form of CHECKS that arrive by MAIL Some ships come in the form of INVITATIONS to important events that I will enjoy.
Occasionally ships come in the disguise of AWARDS for work I have done in writing and art. That is what I DO, it’s my profession. When I do it extremely well, I get paid with MONEY, FRIENDSHIPS, LOVE, RESPECT, AWARDS, Publications or PUBLIC RECOGNITION.
Ships can arrive in dreams, in the middle of the night. Ships will come in conversations with others. Ideas for new projects or answers to difficult questions we are wrestling with can come unexpectedly.
Ships can be SENT OUT anywhere and at any time.
Ships can COME IN anywhere and at any time, too!
Many years ago, I read a book by a well-known California pastor, Rev. Robert Schuller.
He spoke on reaping a harvest from God for our work. He said to CELEBRATE every award we receive, put those AWARD ribbons and plaques on our WALL and LOOK at them EVERY DAY – to remember that all our harvests come from GOD.
In my art studio, a wall is covered from ceiling to floor with colorful satin ribbons from all over the world – they inspire me to do MORE and they affirm that what I do has been recognized by colleagues in my field. Each award is an affirmation by an expert in my field that my work passed the test and came in as a winner.
Likewise, in my office where I write; the walls are adorned with plaques and framed recognition certificates I have received over the years from organizations I served. My diplomas from universities where I earned 3 degrees push me forward to stay focused on what is important in my pursuit of life-long learning. I plan to do research and share my gifts with others even more in the years ahead. Diplomas are far more than a piece of paper. They are ships that vrought me through years of personal effort and dedication. When I look at them now, I feel like they are anchors that hold my ship fast in any storm and keep me on course.
How about you?
You may have many ships yet to come in but if you have not yet sent them out, you will never be able to say, “My ship came in!”
When your SHIP does come IN, be sure to thank God for it, put the award ribbon or plaque on your wall, cash your checks, see your work in publications, and send off more ships – plant more seeds for an abundant harvest.
And, yes, stand proud and take a bow and pause to recognize your harvest.
OH, I almost forgot to share a ship that returned to me this morning. You can read my wonderful NEWS today at this link:
Kaleidoscope: Collecting Images of Light and Dreams
I’ll sing a farewell song as 2015 comes to a close. My writing has appeared in many publications this year and I am thankful so many publishers, editors and readers found my work worthy of their time, efforts and reading enjoyment. Most of all, I am thankful for the shared time we spent together in 2015. And, I am so proud that I shared the work of 6 writers here on the blog this year!
The symbolic image I envision for the New Year, 2016, just ahead, is the
A Kaleidoscope is symbolic of Constant CHANGE.
I’m making an INTENTION to VIEW life filled with BEAUTY, COLOR and extraordinary PATTERNS of light and dreams. This is my INTENTION for 2016. I’ll be writing articles throughout the year with the magic of a Kaleidoscope in my mind as I write.
My Literary INTENTIONS for 2016:
Publication of my book of memoir/essays:
Kaleidoscope: Collecting Patterns of Light and Dreams
Publication of my new book of poems:
Eclipse: Hands Folded in Prayer
Continued publication of my writing in periodicals, literary journals and inclusion in books by other authors.
New articles by me and featured Guest Blogs with special topics in the Humanities, Arts and Faith.
SCANdalous-Recollections Blog just entered the 2nd year.
Walking by Inner Vision Blog entered its 7th year.
Before we say “good bye 2015” I want to share where the year ended here at SCANdalous-Recollections Blog:
December 29, 2014 was my first POST on SCANdalous-Recollections Blog!
2015_Viewers on the blog: 2,342
2015_My Home Page had 442 visits.
2015_Articles published and written by Lynda McKinney Lambert: 33
Lynda McKinney Lambert is the author of “Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage” published by Kota Press. She authors two blogs on writing, the humanities, arts, and faith. She is a freelance writer and her poetry and essays appear in numerous books and literary journals. She is a retired professor of fine arts and humanities and she exhibits her fiber arts in exhibitions worldwide.
Currently, she has two books in development for publication in 2016.
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In 2015, Lynda wrote 30 Writing Assignments and Lessons to help you begin to write your own life story.