Monday, January 19, 2015

MY INTERVIEW ... HOW DID YOU BECOME A POET?




 AMARILYS, HOW DID YOU BECOME A POET?  INTERVIEW BY TAMPA WRITERS ALLIANCE POETRY COORDINATOR, ELLIOT GREENBAUM.

                                                       

Would you tell us about events in your past that contributed to you being a poet?

 Ms Rassler:                                      

I started writing poems about seven years ago when I was meditating on a Good Friday, on the crucifixion of Christ, and had something like a vision of Him on the cross. The words to the poem, The Vision, Jerusalem 33AD, came to me easily and fast as I put down what I was seeing. I decided to try a poetry group and found that Tampa Writers Alliance had one and I attended it with fear and trembling holding tight to my one poem. There I found the warmest welcome through Ella and Warner Conarton. Warner was leading the group. When I read the poem, Warner’s kind words were, “I wish I could write like that.” Of course he did and so much better than I do. But those words were exactly what I needed to continue to write.

 

Are there other poets in your family?

 Ms Rassler:

Yes! My grandmother, my Abuela, was a great poet and her sister also.

 What about music? Do you play an instrument? Sing?

 Ms Rassler:

I play the guitar a little and I’m teaching myself the ukulele. Sing? Of course. Are there any Latins who don’t sing? The question is how well? LOL. I try to sing for at least a half hour every day. It’s my medicine. I love music. Really feeds my muse.

I know you are also a writer of fiction. How do you see your poetry influencing your other interests?

Ms Rassler:

Poetry shapes my writer’s voice. I believe it weaves itself into everything I write. Poetry is in my blood. It cradles my soul in sad times and creates a fast happy orbit for my heart to spin in during those joyous moments life brings. For a writer of fiction today, poetry is an excellent exercise because the writing teachers of our times encourage us to trim our writing and tell a powerful story without being wordy. Poetry does just that. It tells a story using potent words within a small space. Great poems touch our hearts and move us to tears or laughter. Many have great endings that impact. All those elements align well with the perfect fictional story.

 

With all the chaos in the world now,

do you think a poet can help make a difference? 
 
 

 Ms Rassler:

Oh yes! Poets can be a voice to fight for what is right. I definitely think we can make a difference. I wrote my book, Cuban-American, Dancing On The Hyphen, with poems like La Cola, (The Line), protesting the injustices of Castro’s Communist regime. I wrote it to make a difference. I wanted to bring to light, through the poems and stories, the needs of an island in torment, stripped and raped of freedom. So I wrote many of those poems with the idea to protest against the conditions there and to inform the public that it is still happening. Little did I know that some of the book’s poems I would read at MacDill Air Force Base to encourage our armed forces … to let them know the importance of what they do for us in protecting our liberty and freedoms. Poetry is a strong weapon. It can teach, inspire, engage and motivate our world toward change. It can comfort, caress and entertain. A poem can be very memorable.

 

 

I know you have published one book of poems and prose, Cuban-American, Dancing On The Hyphen. I have a signed copy. Anything on the horizon we can look for?
                                                                                       
      

Ms Rassler:

Yes. December, 2014, my new book, with a Christmas theme, went on sale at Amazon. It is called THE CHAIRS, … four vignettes, stories, connected by supernatural activity around four Adirondack chairs. It is prose but, of course, has a poem in it called The Chairs. I’m also still working on my memoir, Beyond The Veil, and a novel, Commuters, a tale of demonic transference.
                                                                       



 

What is the best advice you think you have received on writing?

 

 Ms Rassler:

The best advice I have received on writing has come from what Julia Cameron says …

“Write because something ‘touches’ you, write because you want to ‘touch’ someone else, but most of all write to ‘get in touch’ with the divine or because the divine somehow has ‘gotten in touch’ with you.”

 
Two Poems By Amarilys Rassler (Marggie)
 

IN "NIKE SHOES"   A Poem For The New Year

  by Amarilys G. Rassler 

Nike, from Greek origin meaning "Victory."

 

Here I am

Running, running,

My soul's feet

Clad in "Nike shoes,"

My heart with Hope afire

Lit by fuse of 2015 plans,

Oh rising flames

From my desires!

 

Here I am

Running, running,

To Finish Line

Somewhere toward

Unknown horizon.

No knowledge of how close

My final moon shall be,

Or number of morning suns

He has left for me to see.

Yet I run.

Propelled by

His Good pleasure,

Carrying backpack of 2015

Dreams I treasure,

Trusting in His Abounding Love,

Impossible to measure.

 

Here I am.

Have extra pair of "Nike shoes" for you!

Come, come run with me ... too.


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¡SOFRITO!  Garlic, Onions And Green Peppers By Amarilys Gacio Rassler

From book, Cuban-American, Dancing On The Hyphen by Amarilys G. Rassler

 

Garlic, onions and green peppers,

Bathe in heated olive oil, 

Trinity of scents ascending,

Soon to pot of beans descending,

Make my cravings come to boil.

 

¡SOFRITOOOOO!

 

Moving to a little cha cha.

Feet caressing kitchen floor,

Cooking sofrito sabroso,

To surprise my darling esposo, 

Fast a-coming through the door?

 

¡SOFRITOOOOO!

 

Sensing warm anticipation,

And a thumping heart sensation,

The sofrito and aphrodisiac?

Causing pleasant transformation…,

Amorous thoughts, sofrito rendering,

That’s the dart, sly Cupid’s sending!

Sizzling senses,

Now surrendering,

Leaps of passions... kisses start!

¡Ay Sofrito! ¡Que Sabroso!

CUBAN CULINARY ART!

 

 

 

 

 

(Sofrito – garlic, onions and

green peppers, cooking. Then, used as seasoning for a Cuban dish.

The staple Cuban seasoning!

                                                                                         

Sabroso – delicious

 Esposo – husband, spouse                                                

¡Que Sabroso! – How delicious!

¡Ay!- A Cuban’s heart cry.)

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 

  

 

 

 

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

MAGI, WISE MEN ... WHAT DO I WANT TO ASK THEM? JANUARY 6 ... EPIPHANY!





THE MAGI, THE WISE MEN … PEOPLE IN HEAVEN I REALLY WANT TO SEE! 
                                                                  
     

Magi, plural form, derived from Koine Greek (Biblical Greek). Magos, an Oriental scientist, a magician, a wise man

Today is Epiphany and according to Merriam Webster’ Dictionary, an epiphany is “an illuminating discovery.” I think these wise men had more than one of those! This last Christmas I spent special time studying about them. Here’s what fascinates me. 

They knew from the beginning what their mission was. They were to look for the child and worship Him.

                                                                                   


“Now after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, wise men from the east came to Jerusalem,  saying, “Where is he who has been born king of the Jews? For we saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.”  Matthew 2: 1,2

They were open to the supernatural manifestation of a star moving in the sky as a guide for them. They faithfully followed it realizing there was something different about that star.  

“And behold, the star that they had seen when it rose went before them until it came to rest over the place where the child was.  When they saw the star, they rejoiced exceedingly with great joy.” Matthew 2: 9, 10

They believed the warnings from a dream about Herod having, “malas pulgas!” Bad fleas … evil intentions. They obeyed the dream’s guidance and returned to their own country by another way. These fellows were tuned in well to heavenly guidance. They recognized the cellular buzzes with celestial connections!  

 “And being warned in a dream not to return to Herod, they departed to their own country by another way.” Matthew 2: 12  

They were gift givers! Their mommas had taught them well. You don’t come visit someone, let alone a King, while your arms hang loose by your long purple robes. No siree! Those arms brought gifts and each with a meaning. Maybe more of those special epiphanies slipped into their minds with Spirit-led goals. It sure appears so,  because of the symbolic meanings of their gifts.

                                                            



Gold – Symbolized royalty. The most precious metal of that day. A providential help to support the holy family in their flight to Egypt.

Frankincense – A resin used ceremonially. The only incense permitted on God’s altar. It represented deity.

Myrrh - A gum-like substance to embalm the dead. Sometimes a drink given for pain.  A foreshadowing of the Lord’s suffering and death on the cross.

 

 The Magi … Their Revelations … What Illuminations.

YES! Give me some time with them at their celestial abode. Here are some questions with anwers yours truly would like to own.

So, how many of you were there?  We know tradition speaks of three and this is mostly attributed to the fact of the three gifts given, but nothing is recorded in the Bible about how many actually came.

And, Wise Men, when was that moment when you knew, without a shadow of a doubt that that baby was no ordinary baby? When did you first believed?

And then … what happened to you, dear men? How did your life change after that sacred encounter?

One last one for now. Oh Magi, did you take special seminars on dream interpretation and star sightings? Would love to sign up for one of those!  

   Yes, another January 6th … going by soon.

And thus now, for another year I close Matthew 2 and leave my ponderings till the next time I pin that old but special banner my daughter and I made years ago to our mantle. The banner that says, “And Wise Men Still Seek Him.” 

                                                                   


 

Studies, quotes and information taken from the Strong’s Exhaustive Concordance Of  The Bible, by Riverside Books and Bible House,

And from The English Standard Version, Study Bible, Crossway.

 

Monday, January 5, 2015

ANGELS ... WHY MY INTEREST?




            
                                   ANGELS … Why My Interest?                                 


            Angel Talk #1    June 1990

My father was dying of brain cancer. In one of my last visits to his hospital room while he was still very conscious and clear minded he wanted to know what I was doing and who I was counseling. He had always been very protective of me and I thought displeasure would come when I would tell him.

“Papi, the counseling is getting more serious now. I’m helping someone wanting to come out of Satanism.”

My father slowly turned his head toward me. I knew he was in pain but his eyes labored to search mine. “You’ve always had very strong angels, Mayita.” He closed his eyes and smiled. I wanted to ask him what he meant and why he said that but the time didn’t seem right … he needed rest.

I’ve often pondered those words which poured upon me as the balm of his blessing. I knew my father. By not telling me not to do what I was doing he had given me approval. But his words also left me stirred with a pricking curiosity. My dad, who had experienced and shared some of his prophetic dreams with me in the past, dreams that had come true, had he now seen something in his dreams about me? And angels? What did he know about angels? We never had the chance to finish that talk.

Angel Talk #2   Cruise, 1991.

Sunday at sea in a cruise ship heading to Mexico. A group of believers meet to read favorite Scriptures, tell their stories and pray. I’m the last to stand in front and share my story. I speak of voices that pounded my mind in 1979, voices that shouted torturous thoughts, words and commands that almost drove me to suicide. I speak to the small number of believers about the God who rescued me, and afterward they came to pray for me. They cried with me and hugged me; they encouraged me to continue to make known my message. We sang a final song, Amazing Grace together, and I made my way to the door, but a hand on my arm pulled me back.

“I have something to tell you.” A tall man with snow-white hair points to his eyes. “I saw something. Something on each side of you while you were speaking.”

“Yes?” I held my small Bible closer to me and saw that some of the people were still waiting for me outside the meeting room. Who was this person? What did he want?

 “I just want to tell you. There’re two very large beings of light with you. Very large.” The man smiled, nodded and turned to make his way out the door, never looking back. I didn’t see him again during the entire cruise. Once again my interest with angels flared. These two instances started a study and search that will forever be part of my life.

Mayi is the nickname my grandmother, my Abuela, gave me. My father added the ita  Spanish ending at times for endearment.  

If you enjoyed this story here are others that might interest you:

 Why Counseling The Oppressed?   Where The Natural Meets The Supernatural … Beyond The Veil. Story found in (December 10, 2013 blog).
 
               For a chuckle?
                   Pressure Cooker Friend Or Foe … and casabe   (September 3, 2012)
          Spirit, Soul And Bread Pudding  (April 23, 2012)
     A touch for the heart?          The Ten Cow Wife  (August 20, 2012)

                                         The Encounter Left Two Imprints  (June 21, 2012)

                                        The Day God Broke My Dam  (June 6, 2012)

                                        Art Work In Roma, 1995  (May 5, 2012)

                                       The Music Box  (May 1,2012)