And The Walls Came Tumbling Down
Mahalia Jackson sang, Joshua fit de Battle of Jericho, and her rendition of the song and the way she breathed life and spirit into the words with her voice made her famous all over the world. Today, here in Europe, people still listen to Mahalia Jackson, and if you were to ask them who is the gospel or spiritual singer they have heard of, they would probably say Mahalia Jackson. I mention Mahalia, not because I compare myself to her, because I would have a long way to go to even get half way to what she accomplished and left behind for future generations. No, my mind is on the last part of the sentence in the song, And The Walls Came Tumbling Down.
I compare those walls tumbling down to the career of any writer. We start out writing, some very early in life, others later. We write with the hope that one of these days the wall will crack so we are able to write, live and eat from what we love and devote the energy within to the creative ideas, which reveal themselves in our spirits. I say spirit because it is the Spirit that gives words life. Words without life are meaningless.
Tonight, I am sitting here writing an update about what has taken place in my own life concerning two of my blogs, Walk On and Wind, Rain, Winding Roads & Sunshine, the -By-Ways of Life.
Recently, I was spotlighted by Morgen Bailey. She did an excellent job because the afterglow from the spotlight has knocked a tiny dent in the wall. I still cannot write, live and eat from my writing, but people are beginning to notice I am somewhere out there. Thanks to the Morgen’s spotlight, Siggy Buckley approached me and let me know she likes what I write and wants to help. The stretched out hand to help me came from an unexpected corner and tonight my eleventh article on The Champions Who Walked Among Us series entitled, The Ice Breaker, is being featured on Writers Getting Together, and I thought about Mahalia’s song, And The Walls Came Tumbling Down.
Many of you may not know it, but I have a blog on TypePad too. It was my very first blog, and my step into the unknown. It was also one of the blogs featured on my author’s spotlight done by Morgen. Yesterday, I started a new series on that blog. It is different from my champion series on women that I write on my Walk On blog. The Chosen is a series, which deals with my own relationship to the Bible. Please don’t get scared and run from me, because I am not trying to preach at you. My main purpose in this series is to let people in on why I am the way I am and give them a glance of where I get my will to keep pushing forward. Therefore, it was necessary to introduce the series with an article about my own feelings towards the Bible, as well as, published the first article about my chosen topic at the same time. The first two articles concerning The Chosen series, are published, and I thought again on Mahalia’s song, And The Walls Came Tumbling Down.
Step by step, little by little, dent by dent, a crack will take place. I don’t know when, but I do know one thing, when it happens, I will think about Mahalia’s song––And The Wall Came Tumbling Down.
You may read and leave comments to the featured article on Writers Getting Together at http://writersgettogether.blogspot.de,
And read and leave comments for The Chosen series on Typepad at http://www.patgarciaschaack.com/the-by-ways-of-life/2012/09/the-chosen-an-introduction-to-the-series.html and http://www.patgarciaschaack.com/the-by-ways-of-life/2012/09/the-chosen-article-1-the-shepherd-boy.html.
Thanks to all of you. My encounter with each of you is like a ray of sunshine on my journey.
Ciao,
Pat Garcia
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Lovely Patricia, the walls are a great anology for a writer. I like to think that several years ago I climbed my wall and peeked over the top, I saw a future stretching out to the horizon. But my hold was slippery and I fell back. It couldn’t be scaled again so I had to break it down piece by piece. Every word created a crack, every sentence the mortar fell away, every paragraph a block fell and the light shone through from the other side. Now my writing future is being revealed and it’s looking good.
Cheers
Laurie.
My Dear Laurie,
Thank you for your rmarks and especially for your observations. Yes, we writers are led down unusual paths. That your hold was slippery, so that you fell back was because you were not ready at the time to write as you do now. So many people write books that are only theory, void of wisdom and experience. If you were to ask them have they ever tried or lived by any of the things they write, they would say no, but they expect others to read their book and follow it. I truly believe that good leaders are good followers because they have followed and been their before. And so it is with writers. Good and great writers write from their experience and their wisdom and the words flow out of their hearts, because they have been there before and people who read their books feel a bond that connects them.
And so is it with you. The steps that you have taken to dismantle the wall have reveal the rose. I like the way you said it, every word created a crack, with every sentence the mortar fell away, with every paragraph a block fell and the light shone through on the other side. My friend, I rejoice with you. Let your light shine, because here is one friend’s path your light is brightening.
Love you, Laurie.
Ciao,
Patricia
I love that things are happening for you, Patricia! May God open wide the doors and break down the walls!
My Dear Debbie,
Thank you. Your blessing I have received in my heart and I am so happy that our paths have crossed. Your poems and your words of wisdom that you share on your blog are a blessing to me in every way. So, thank you for being the vessel that you are. A vessel that is willing to let the love of God flow through it.
I love you, Debbie.
Ciao,
Patricia
You are my inspiration! I don’t know how you manage to do all the things you do and handle so many diverse careers–a great talent in evey one. Keep on blogging your outstanding, thoughtful and inspirational posts, because they need to be read.
My Dear Micki,
Thank you for your wonderful words of encouragement. They are balsam for my soul, and I love you. It is so nice knowing you are in my corner.
Ciao,
Patricia
It’s great that your writing journey is moving forward & that you are appreciating it. I hope one day soon it will feed you.
Good morning and L’Shana Tova!
Thank you for your loyalty and your support by reading my blogs. Most of all I thank you for the positive thought connection and the warm thoughts of blessings that you send up by hoping that one day my writing will feed me. I treasure each and every one of your comments.
I sincerely hope that yesterday was beautiful and rewarding for you and your family.
So, today I will close out with the special greeting that I love so much because it has anchored itself in my heart.
Shalom,
Patricia
Look at you throwing in the Hebrew. I love it!!!
The fanhood is mutual.
I’m so happy that your writing career goes further. Go for it – and never fear… (the way I do sometimes)… everything is happening the way it needs to! And you deserve all the good you get for your hard work!!
I’m with you every step of the way – and so are your guardian angels.
love you
Raani
Hi Raani,
It has been very hectic by me so forgive me for just getting back to you. Many thanks to you. I so enjoy having you as a friend and treasure the words that you say to me. Thank you for being a part of my life.
Ciao,
Patricia
Your blog is very inspirational. It gives me hope to continue in my endeavors, to keep pursuing my passion, and maybe one day I will be able to break through. Keep up the good work.
Hi,
Thank you so much for your words of encouragement. Due to my participation in NaNoWriMo I have just been able to thank you. It is a pleasure to hear someone say that they receive encouragement from what I write. I wish you the very best and keep at it. One day, you will succeed.
Ciao,
Patricia