Malín and I

Malín was mischief made muscle and mane. Together, we were a wild miracle some thought a curse. Malín and I were magic… with bite.

When I was 9 and ¾, too old to be told “Uncle X is just a friend” (who only visits someone else’s wife when her husband is working the land), Malín nearly uni-eared Uncle X while I full-scowled at my uncle’s wife.

My uncle’s wife took a stick to the horse and shared it with me.

Malín and I roared and hissed and bared our teeth as one beast. Malín and I galloped, galloped… the souls of my feet thundering through his hooves. Malín and I galloped, galloped… my heartbeats his marching drums.

Malín is memory and bone, mischief and magic forever living and leaping through me.

 

Girl’s Story, by Shelle Kennedy

 

the wee notes…
– in Spanish, Malín can be translated as “a bit bad” or “a bit wrong”.
– written for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Life Is Ripe, where a gloriously attractive hostess invites you to “write a new poem centered around a childhood memory, which brings you joy as an adult.”
– linked to Poets United.

 

Finding Peace… a Bit at a Time: Doing It Alone Is Quite Yummy, But… (week 1)

While obviously high on Monday madness fumes, I challenged Rommy (and anyone who wants) to do a bit of the sort of blogging I used to do when I started doing it. Since she agreed to do it on Wednesdays, mixing the yum with the Midweek Motif felt just right. So, if you’re visiting from Poets United, feel free to only delight in the poem. But if you have a minute (or 3) to discuss writing and living and such, do read on.

 

the Poem…

Blood moon-drunk,
her heart asks her brain:
peace on earth?
Sure, magic happens,
if all think and feel.

 

the Writing and Living and Such…

Those of you who have read me for a while know that I have been ill for the last few years: a bit of cancer… a bit of Crohn’s… a bit of what-the-heck-is-wrong-with-the-nerves-in-my-left-hip-and-leg! To say that this has affected my writing is the cliché mother of all understatements.

The first time I got sick, I had to postpone the publication of a book. The second time unhealth got me, I rushed the publication of a book. The third time, well… I got so sick that I had to change the way I approached my writing and my living, too.

Like the brain, in the last line of thinner tanka I shared suggests, the whole of me figured out that for the whole of me to live peacefully, all of me had to feel the same thing and think towards the same purpose.

So…

I stopped working on long novels and started focusing on short fictions and poetry (which, for me, are easier to craft and share… a bit at a time). Until things get back to the way they used to be, I told myself. When my Self and I learned that certain illnesses are like unwanted holiday guests who never truly go away, we embraced the words of our Knight Writer:

“There isn’t a way things should be. There’s just what happens, and what we do.” ~ Terry Pratchett

I stopped thinking those wild, I will wait until I am done with chemo and radiation to resume doing this or that, thoughts. My body is being healed slowly… a bit at a time. I’m rewriting and editing my fictions and poetries (and a novel)… a bit at a time. And I’m loving the peace the work brings to my mind. My flesh and bones will catch up… a bit at a time.

What about you, my Wicked Luvs? Have you ever had to slow down to the point that it feels as if you are crawling? If yes (and you do not mind sharing), tell me about it in the comments.

 

Doing It Alone Is Quite Yummy, But… (week 1)

To participate, just write a blog post telling us a bit about something you do (art, work, hobbies, living) and how doing it feeds your soul. Add the direct link to your contribution, at the end of your comment on today’s post… or, as a separate comment. If you do not have a blog, please leave your response to this prompt in the comment section.

Your post can be about anything: writing, cooking, painting, reading your favorite books, gardening, working at a shop, singing, trying to survive in an office, rocket sciencing, experimenting with your hair… Anything, just tell us how said thing enriches your life. No rules. Well, almost no rules: I ask that no one turns my cyber-home into a link-dump. Interaction takes 2, and true communication between friends takes a lot more.

I shall collect the links to participants’ posts in the first comment.

 

this is the work of my gifted friend, Kerry O’Connor. It inspired the first line of my thinner-tanka piece. And yes, looking at it feels like drinking a sip of peace. Thank you so much, Kerry. I shall keep her close, always…

if you find Kerry’s work as delightful as I do (and you happen to be on Instagram), you should check out her account: she is giving away a signed print of “The Lovers Dystopian Tarot” (you must enter before Dec 16th)

p.s. after today, I will post the challenge on Wed (at 9:13am, my time)