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Hello all!

I hope everyone’s having a happy holiday weekend. I’m on vacation too. In fact, I’m not *really* posting this right now. I’m really eating pie(s) and playing games with my family. This blog post is all an illusion. Kinda spooky, huh? (Sorry, I think I’m a little lightheaded from all the sweets.) Anyway, I’m going to keep it short today so that you can get back to your own pie-eating, football-watching, and gift-shopping ASAP.

I just have a few announcements to make.

First, my flash fiction piece “My New Place” was published at MicroHorror earlier this month, and somehow I forgot to share it! Check it out here when you have a minute. It won’t take long to read—all of MicroHorror’s pieces have to be 666 words or less.

I’ve also received some good news regarding my poetry. Sirius Education Solutions asked for permission to reprint my poem “Enchanted Rock in September” in their Grade 7 STAAR Reading Review and Preparation workbook, and I agreed. So if you’re in the seventh grade or if you teach seventh grade reading, be on the lookout for it. I’m interested to see what questions they ask about my poem.

I entered several poems in this year’s Poetry Society of Texas’ annual awards competition, and twelve of them placed in the top ten in their contests, ranging from 2nd to 10th place. I’d like to share one of them with you here. “Old Soul” earned eighth place (out of fifty-two entries) in the Oscar A. Fasel Memorial Award.

Old Soul

Not even two years old,
but already I see your puppy face changing,
taking in the world, gathering knowledge,
new epiphanies every day.

It’s not hard to look down the road a ways,
and see you in your later years—
I can picture your graying muzzle,
and the sigh you will make
as you lower your aging bones to the ground,
the way you’ll ease yourself onto the sofa
or maybe need a little help.

You may be young, but you have an old soul.

Even now,
you look at me with those insightful eyes,
full of answers, of understanding,
full of the simplicity of a life
I make so complex.

There’s no doubt in my mind
you’ll be a wise old dog someday,
a quiet companion, a peaceful protector,
content to rest on the porch
watching the squirrels in the backyard,
thinking of your youth
and the days when you chased
their great-grandparents
up trees.

My inspiration for "Old Soul"
My inspiration for “Old Soul”

And last, but definitely not least, today I have another guest post on the Muffin, the blog of WOW! Women on Writing. Click here to read “The Gifts We Are Given.”

Okay, that’s it! You can go get another piece of pie now. Or take a nap. Or maybe a walk. Whatever you think is best. 🙂

[Note: Comments are turned off for this post, but feel free to share your thoughts on “My New Place” or “The Gifts We Are Given” on the MicroHorror or Muffin websites.]

Empty Bowls, Full Hearts

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This past Sunday, I stood in line for over an hour in the sunny November heat (ah, Texas weather, you fickle beast) waiting for a bowl of soup. But, although the soup was quite tasty, it was the bowl, and the reason behind the bowl’s existence, that I was more excited about.

If you live near Austin and have never participated in the Austin Empty Bowl Project, you really should. Every year, thousands of hand-painted bowls of all shapes and sizes are donated to AEBP and sold on the Sunday before Thanksgiving. The people who make the bowls come in all shapes and sizes too. Some are made by children and scout troops while others are painted by college students and local artists. There are even a few celebrity bowls that are auctioned off for big bucks. All proceeds from the event benefit the Capital Area Food Bank’s Kids Cafe and Meals for Kids programs.

Bowl signed by Cary Elwes in the silent auction
Bowl signed by Cary Elwes in the silent auction

The Austin Empty Bowl Project has been going on for seventeen years. It was founded in 1997 by Kit Adams, the owner of Clay Ways on Burnet Road. The event quickly outgrew the little pottery studio and, like everything in Austin, has become larger every year. These days, it’s conducted in true Austin style with live music both indoors and outside, gourmet soups donated from local restaurants, and tons of friendly volunteers, many of whom you’ll recognize from the local news. Dennis de la Peña from MyFoxAustin handed me my program today and chatted to my friend about the Cowboys before moving on down the line with a big smile on his face. Although AEBP is bigger than ever and has changed locations a few times, the mission is still the same: to raise money and awareness in the fight against hunger.

You may be thinking, Thousands of people? In line for soup? Doesn’t that take a while? It does. This is not a quick event. Don’t think you can pop down there, grab a bowl and be back home in an hour. Some people see the line and decide not to stay because it’s too long of a wait. But for me, the wait is part of the experience. Never in my life have I been at risk of going hungry. When I wait an hour for food, it’s by choice because I’m craving a particular treat or favorite locale. There’s always another restaurant I could go to or a grocery store nearby or simply back home to my own kitchen where I have more than enough healthy food (and plenty of the unhealthy kind too). But there are a lot of people—a lot of families and a lot of children—right here in our own community who don’t have those options. Once a year, I stand in line for over an hour to get a serving of soup, and I’m happy to do it. I love my beautiful hand-painted bowls, but I try not to ever lose sight of what the Austin Empty Bowl Project is really about.

From the program: “The bowl is yours to keep as a reminder of those whose bowls are empty.”
From the program: “The bowl is yours to keep as a reminder of those whose bowls are empty.”

This Thanksgiving, be grateful for all that you have, and if, like me, you have more than enough, consider giving a little back. The Austin Empty Bowl Project is over for this year, but you can still donate to the Capital Area Food Bank.

AEBP8[There are multiple ways to participate in AEBP. You can paint a bowl, volunteer, or just enjoy a day of choosing the perfect pottery and eating some delicious soup! And if you’re kicking yourself for missing this unique Austin event, then LIKE the Austin Empty Bowl Project on Facebook so you won’t forget next year!]

Balanced Rock, Big Bend National Park

Today feels like a good day for a poem.

I wrote “Balanced Rock, Big Bend National Park” after my first trip to Big Bend in March of 2011. In November of 2013, I was visiting the park for the second time when I received word that my poem had won first place in the Poetry Society of Texas‘ Derry Tutt Memorial Award. Both the honor and the coincidence brought me great joy. The poem was published in PST’s A Book of the Year 2014, and now I’d like to share it with you here.

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Balanced Rock, Big Bend National Park

Light lays down
on the outcropping of stone
vertical peaks rise smaller, smaller
suggesting skeletons—
          desert dragons sleeping beneath the surface.

Twilight creeps up from behind
drops the temperature
          like it was an accident
nudges thoughts to posted warnings
moves mind from buried beasts
          to live ones.

Hiking down is never the same—
shadows alter landscapes
          scoot boulders, shift footpaths.
Shoe slips on loose gravel
dislodging composure.
Two buzzards perch on cliff edge
          for mood.

Dusk in my eyes
a rock clutched tight in my fist
          step, listen
          step, listen
wonder if the mountain lions
are hungry.

 

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