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An Interview with Spiritual Author Mary Harwell Sayler

Posted by on May 14, 2012 in News | 0 comments

An Interview with Spiritual Author Mary Harwell Sayler


An Interview with Spiritual Author Mary Harwell Sayler

An active poet, free­lance poetry editor, and highly ecu­menical Christian writer in all genres, Mary Harwell Sayler has 25 books to her credit ranging from novels for young people, a children’s pic­ture book, inspi­ra­tional romances, a 7-​​book series of devo­tionals and two life-​​health ency­clo­pe­dias, one of which the American Library Association (ALA) hon­ored as a non­fic­tion aca­d­emic favorite for the year. In addi­tion to her tra­di­tion­ally pub­lished books, Mary has had over 1,500 non­fic­tion arti­cles, devo­tionals, Bible sto­ries, or children’s sto­ries and over 300 poems in jour­nals, antholo­gies and e-​​zines. Her latest work is a col­lec­tion of poetry, enti­tled Living in the Nature Poem, set to come out through the eco-​​publisher Hiraeth Press on June 15th. In my capacity as Co-​​Lead Editor for Hiraeth, I recently had the oppor­tu­nity to sit down with Mary and dis­cuss the inspi­ra­tion for her upcoming work.

In preparing for my inter­view with Sayler — a well-​​known Christian writer, I found myself cir­cling back to reflect on where my spir­i­tual path began, which is some­thing I have not done in some time. Raised a Catholic, the early days of my spir­i­tual journey were spent walking the pages of the Old and New Testament — both of which are familiar topics in Sayler writ­ings. Unfulfilled by the narrow road I was set upon by those around me, I stepped out into the wider world of spir­i­tu­ality. Emerging into ado­les­cence with a strong spir­i­tual curiosity, I started to veer away from the tra­di­tional gospels and moved into the apoc­ryphal verse, the pin­nacle of this was reached when I delved head­first into the 1000-​​page text that is Nag Hammadi library, which has in recent years become the object of much spec­u­la­tion given that it includes the Gospel of Thomas {the only Gospel in Christianity known to have sur­vived poten­tially written from the first person per­spec­tive of Yeshua [Jesus.] As the years passed, I even­tu­ally went beyond Catholicism as a whole and started the long pil­grimage into my own per­sonal spir­i­tu­ality, stop­ping for years at a time within the vil­lages of other world reli­gions including: Tibetan Buddhism, Judaism, Druidry and Shamanism.

Just as I carved out my own lit­erary iden­tity and spir­i­tual phi­los­ophy so, too, has Sayler. Through each one of her arti­cles and with each book put forth into the mosaic of her work, she has shaped a unique lit­erary voice that car­ries across the bound­aries of form, style and sub­ject. Firm in her beliefs but by no means nar­rowed by them, Mary’s spir­i­tual insights draw readers from all walks of faith.

L.M.: Welcome Mary. Thank you for speaking with me today. Let us begin at the begin­ning shall we: Where did your spir­i­tual path begin? (more...)

Laborious | A Selection from Living in Nature Poem by Mary Harwell Sayler

Posted by on May 8, 2012 in News | 0 comments

Enjoy another selec­tion from Mary Harwell Sayler’s forth­coming col­lec­tion Living in Nature Poem being released June 15th. Check back next Tuesday to read an inter­view between Mary and Hiraeth Press Editor and author L.M. Browning.

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Acclimating Ourselves to Nature | Mary Harwell Sayler

Posted by on May 1, 2012 in News | 0 comments

Acclimating Ourselves to Nature | Mary Harwell Sayler

Acclimating Ourselves to Nature 

Despite the deep love and respect poets often have for nature, we must some­times weather storms, deal with blight, and decide whether to take an injured cock­roach to the vet or squish it! Living in rural Florida, Mary Sayler did the latter in this humorous poem from her forth­coming book, Living in the Nature Poem, to be pub­lished in mid-​​June.

 

 

Bugged

I was trying to do that big bug a favor, killing him

like that, but he wouldn’t stay killed – like one

of those grade C thrillers on TV where someone

mur­dered keeps get­ting up and has to be shot

full of holes again and again, like the whole plot.

When I first found the cock­roach lying there,

he was already dead – belly up, feet curled in (more...)

A Poet Actually Living in the Nature Poem | Mary Harwell Sayler Reflects on Her Upcoming Book

Posted by on Apr 24, 2012 in Featured, News | 0 comments

A Poet Actually Living in the Nature Poem | Mary Harwell Sayler Reflects on Her Upcoming Book

A Poet Actually Living in the Nature Poem

Author Mary Harwell Sayler Reflects on Her Upcoming Book

 

As long as I can remember, I’ve been living in poetry – from hymn lyrics to a Child’s Garden of Verse to the antholo­gies, poetry how-to’s, and books of poems that now fill many book­shelves at home with the works of ancient poets, inter­na­tional poets, nature poets, and most of the con­tem­po­rary Pulitzer-​​prized poets too. I like to read! I like to con­nect with poets and poetry. And I like to exper­i­ment with almost every form.

Often poems come to me with a musical phrase or an unex­pected thought or sight, and I write down those opening words, expecting more to follow but having no idea what that will be. This spon­ta­neous method does not lend itself well to writing a book of poems inten­tion­ally, but to exploring inter­ests, playing with words, and noticing nature – as in, really noticing it.

For most of my life, I’ve lived in small towns or rural areas, but the strongest poetry-​​producing envi­ron­ment came when we moved to our present 100+-year-old home in “the boonies” of North Florida, reached by an unpaved road where the only honking traffic comes from sand­hill cranes. Surrounded by a small thicket of woods, a small pas­ture, and a small lake, we see almost every (more...)

Earth Day Sale | Save 20% in the Hiraeth Press Bookstore

Posted by on Apr 21, 2012 in News | 0 comments

 

Celebrate Earth Day & National Trails Week

Visit the Hiraeth Press book­store and save 20% on all our titles until April 30th.
Just type in coupon code: ECO12 at checkout to receive your sav­ings. 

 

The History of Earth Day: The first Earth Day on April 22, 1970, acti­vated 20 mil­lion Americans from all walks of life and is widely cred­ited with launching the modern envi­ron­mental move­ment. The pas­sage of the land­mark Clean Air ActClean Water ActEndangered Species Act and many other ground­breaking envi­ron­mental laws soon fol­lowed. Growing out of the first Earth Day, Earth Day Network (EDN) works with over 22,000 part­ners in 192 coun­tries to broaden, diver­sify and mobi­lize the envi­ron­mental move­ment. More than 1 bil­lion people now par­tic­i­pate in Earth Day activ­i­ties each year, making it the largest civic obser­vance in the world.

Enjoy National Trails Week: National Park Week started on April 21st! This week you can enjoy FREE admis­sion to every park in the U.S.! If you are looking for a book to bring with you on your travels con­sider our recent released: Border Crossings, which fol­lows Ian Marshall’s account of hiking the International Appalachian Trail. It’s a great book to read by the fire. Happy trails!

We give 1% of our annual profits to a eco-​​charity: In honor of Border Crossings our 2012 eco-​​charity choice is the International Appalachian Trail! Visit the IAT at: http://​www​.iat​-sia​.com/

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First Look at Living in the Nature Poem by Mary Harwell Sayler

Posted by on Apr 17, 2012 in News | 0 comments

On June 15th we will release Living in the Nature Poem by Mary Harwell Sayler. This col­lec­tion con­nects us to our­selves, each other, and the earth. As an impor­tant part of our own envi­ron­ments, we’re also part of the com­plex­i­ties of nature, including human nature and those odd thoughts and moments that bring humor, wonder, per­plexity, and prayer.

As a pre­view of this forth­coming release, we will be releasing a few poems from the col­lec­tion over the coming weeks. We hope you enjoy!

 

 

 

Sleeping with the Universe

 

Beyond the action of cre­ation

lies a great repose. You can

see this in a wild­flower – the

closing of petals in tight lashes

against a lidded night – or in the

breaths between a burst of bird–

song: this lull unknown to highly

cul­ti­vated peo­ples, places, plants.

You can see it today in the falling

away, overnight, of leaves from

the live oak, exposing an amazing

maze of boles, ter­minal buds, and

holes for nesting in the dark. You

can see this in the gar­denia – its

leaves cold-​​snapped into crack­ling

paper curled to pro­tect the tender

growth – or in the dust flecks

resting on the pocked marble-​​top

table or in the hush of the porch

rocker or in the sag of a tele­phone

wire or in the pul­sating of a star.

All attest to this uni­versal need

known to artists, chil­dren, poets,

who, poised in mys­tery, must

watch and wait and wonder.

 

Ecos: The Transformative Love of Place | An Essay by Frank Owen from Courting the Wild

Posted by on Apr 10, 2012 in News | 0 comments

Ecos: The Transformative Love of Place | An Essay by Frank Owen from Courting the Wild

ECOS: THE TRANSFORMATIVE LOVE OF PLACE

by Frank Owen | Excerpt from Courting the Wild: Love Affairs with the Land

Edited by Jamie K. Reaser and Susan Chernak McElroy


 

An ancient rock shelf in western Ireland.

A bub­bling blue stone well in the Catskills.

A misty Shinto shrine in northern Colorado.

The cacophony of crickets in a cyprus swamp along the Natchez Trace in Mississippi.

A gur­gling spring rising straight out of Scottish earth. An ice-​​cold forest pool in the Ozark foothills of Missouri.

These are some of the places that stir emo­tion within me. In con­tem­plating the love of place, the spirit of place, and charged with the task of giving some form and shape to my love affair with the land, I quickly real­ized that there is no sin­gular place that bears the weight of my affec­tions, my attrac­tions, my longing. In effect, when it comes to loving the land I am some­thing of an “eco-​​harlot;” I am as promis­cuous as they come.

Put another way, sim­ilar to the many women I have known and courted in my life, I have fallen in love many times with many places. Each of these places, with their dis­tinct aromas, their vibrant light, their graceful curves, the “voice” of their waters, and their unyielding capacity to intox­i­cate me, has led me to a simple, yet pro­found, con­clu­sion. Not unlike women — who are each god­desses in their own unique way — each place, every place, has the poten­tial of leading us into an expe­ri­ence of expanded senses, deep­ening our aware­ness, and awak­ening within us an unbri­dled admi­ra­tion for a loca­tion.

I’ve been blessed to have many rela­tion­ships with sacred sites, beau­tiful places, land­scapes of nat­ural won­der­ment. There was, how­ever, a first — a time and a place when and where I expe­ri­enced the nascent stir­rings of love for the land…what we might call (more...)

A Review of Border Crossings as Featured in the Sunday edition of the Maine Sunday Telegraph

Posted by on Apr 1, 2012 in News | 0 comments

BOOK REVIEW: Joys of a hike by two and the art of haiku

By THOMAS URQUHART | Read it on the Maine Sunday Telegraph »

In 1998, Ian Marshall had fin­ished hiking, sec­tion by sec­tion, the ven­er­able Appalachian Trail. A pro­fessor of English and envi­ron­mental studies at Penn State Altoona, he also was becoming inter­ested in haiku, those little quin­tes­sen­tially Japanese snip­pets of acute obser­va­tion.

Then he heard about the International Appalachian Trail, the brain­child of former Maine Audubon director and state con­ser­va­tion com­mis­sioner Dick Anderson. (Full dis­clo­sure: I am a member of the IAT board, and also a former Audubon director.) The upshot became a rumi­na­tive walk from Mount Katahdin to Cap Gaspe in Quebec, at that time the IAT’s eastern ter­minus.

The hike was com­pleted two weeks at a time over six con­sec­u­tive years, and has resulted in “Border Crossings: Walking the Haiku Path on the International Appalachian Trail.” (more...)

Praise for Border Crossings

Posted by on Mar 19, 2012 in News | 0 comments

Praise for Border Crossings

The International Appalachian Trail runs north from Mount Katahdin seven hun­dred miles to the end of the Gaspe Peninsula. Inspired by Basho, Ian Marshall hiked it for six sum­mers, probing the poetics of haiku while exploring a vast and beau­tiful wilder­ness little known in the US. Marshall is an engaging trail com­panion and a superb story teller, with a self dep­re­cating wit and sharp intel­lect that spice up his obser­va­tions and ideas. Like Basho, he finds the mirac­u­lous in the common and ele­vates the humble walk into a spir­i­tual prac­tice, sprin­kling his nar­ra­tive with lovely orig­inal haiku that seem to have con­densed in the moment, like droplets of dew. Backpackers will appre­ciate his pun­gent descrip­tions of life on the trail, and eco-​​critics will savor his abun­dant insights on poetry, nature, and cul­ture. This lively book serves up a classic blend of high adven­ture, lit­erary pil­grimage, and self dis­covery. It tastes as tart and fresh as wild rasp­ber­ries.” —John Tallmadge, past-​​president of the Association for the Study of Literature and Environment and author of The Cincinnati Arch: Learning from Nature in the City (more...)

At the Heart of Ecstasy by Jamie K. Reaser | An Essay from Courting the Wild

Posted by on Mar 13, 2012 in News | 0 comments

At the Heart of Ecstasy by Jamie K. Reaser | An Essay from Courting the Wild

AT THE HEART OF ECSTASY

Jamie K. Reaser

An Excerpt from Courting the Wild: Love Affairs with the Land

 

Trailside shore of bab­bling brook.

Sunflecked glade of forested nook.

Young girl searches with inno­cent eyes,

Singing melody to the tune of Nature’s sighs.

Gaining knowl­edge, sharing glee,

Earth’s cra­dled daughter me.

Today a woman walking tall.

Forever a wisp of Nature’s call.

- (1990)

 

I’ve only had one truly inti­mate rela­tion­ship in my life. It was with a brook, and I was seven.

My family had moved from Roanoke, Virginia, to Basking Ridge, New Jersey. My role in the process was that of pro­testor. I had absolutely no desire to expe­ri­ence the “change that would be good for me” and I wasn’t about to be sep­a­rated from my best friends — a cadre of golden-​​eyed toads that lived, by virtue of their own mis­steps, in the window well beside the front door. I moped and threw excep­tional temper tantrums. Finally, with less than an hour to go before Bessie, our large white Buick sta­tion wagon, was to head north, my wilted par­ents put a card­board box in my hand. I care­fully extracted a few toads from the land­scaping trap, yanked wads of grass from the lawn and climbed into the back­seat with my all-​​too-​​compliant younger sis­ters.

Temperatures are colder in New Jersey than Virginia. That was the first lesson I learned upon arrival at our new home. It was fall, and back in Virginia the toads would have at least another month before they needed to be released from the window well for hiber­na­tion. Yet, the tem­per­a­ture that late after­noon in New Jersey was scolding; one way or another I was going to have to learn to let go of my attach­ment to the toads. (more...)