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What 50,000 Means to Me


February 20, 2009 is the day I started Powodzenia’s Blog.  “Focus Like an Independence Day Sparkler,” was the title of that first entry.  It was brief and clumsy.  It was sprinkled with mild neediness and confusion.  I remember the day I wrote it thinking, “How do I start?  And even if I do, who the hell is going to want to read this?”  Today, with 50,000 visits to my site, I have the answer.

I could write until my fingers fall off, but if no one read my work, it would simply be a personal journal.  That has not been the case.  My readers, friends, family, and strangers, have visited my site 50,000 times as of today.  Two years, ten months, and nine days, it has taken to see this number roll over.  By the standards of major blog writers, this is a drop in the bucket; a day’s number of hits.  That’s great for them.  This is great for me.

My 256 blog posts have been picked up by NBA.com, StumbleUpon, politicians, comedians, and businesses.  They have been linked to, cited, quoted, and copied.  One day, on May 9, 2010, I had 914 hits.  That was shortly after I wrote, “A Child’s Voice.”  That month alone, I saw 7,711 people visit my site.  The post that has been visited more than any other, with 2,921 visits, has been “Governor Schwartzenothing” that I wrote on August 18, 2009. This piece foreshadowed the disastrous results of that particular budget on California.  All in all, I couldn’t be happier with the level of success I have with my little corner of the blogosphere!

Just like an automobile odometer or watching the ball drop in Times Square, the landmark really isn’t a landmark at all.  It is part of a continuum that will move forward long after this moment is lost to history.  I suppose it means something special only to me and those closest to me who understand how hard it was to write that first blog.

As one who spends his career helping others find their voices, I was challenged in trusting my own.  Now, however, that has all changed.  I have my blog and it has its own Facebook page.  I love that.  Fewer than 20 people populate Powodzenia’s Blog on Facebook, but that’s fine with me.  Those who do are genuinely interested in reading my work.  I have worked very hard to ensure that each piece is as thoughtfully constructed and well written as I can offer because I value those of you who read my blogs.

So, thank you, dear readers, for this truly amazing gift of 50,000 visits.  I am honored and humbled by your willingness to spend time with my words, and by extension me!  This truly is a site that has my heart and spirit and life permeating its paragraphs.  You have each been a gift from God to me, and for that I am overwhelmingly grateful!

May blessings of untold abundance be yours always!

James C. Glica-Hernandez

a.k.a. Powodzenia

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What’s on Your Mind?


For the last several years of Powodzenia’s Blog, I’ve enjoyed the freedom of writing what and when I want… or more accurately, when I have time.  One thing I’ve realized is that I haven’t gone to the people. (Do I have people?) I know my readers have brilliant minds and great ideas, so, here’s your chance.

What would you like me to write about in my blog?  

This is an eclectic blog, so there is little I won’t write about.  Don’t be afraid.  Be bold and fearless.  Write your suggestion in a comment or on my Facebook page.   I’ll take your suggestions seriously, and do my best to respond with an appropriate article.

Let me take this opportunity to say, “Thank you!” to those who read my blog regularly.

You’re the best!

James

Glad to Come Home Again


As I reread my blog from yesterday, I realized just how happy I am to be back on WordPress.com after several months on another blogsite.   Some things simple resonate better than others, I guess.  This blog site is one of those for me.   I felt like I had gone to Oz on the other site.  I had the potential of making some money from ads, perhaps even additional readership, but it wasn’t what I thought it would be.

I once rearranged my living room furniture because I was tired of the old arrangement.  I tried my best to enjoy it, but it simply didn’t feel right to me.  No matter how I shifted the knick knacks around or adjusted the cushions, it never looked or, more importantly, felt right.  Suddenly, I realized what the problem was.  The furniture was in the previous configuration because that’s the way I liked it.  It had the right feel for me, so I moved everything back.  As I looked around the room at the new/old configuration, I breathed.  I dawned on me that this was the first time I had fully breathed since I changed the room around.  Isn’t that strange?

I suppose it’s a lot like Dorothy’s comment about what she had learned to Glinda in The Wizard of Oz, “…if I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard, because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.”  Sometimes, we want change for change’s sake, and that’s o.k., really.  We shouldn’t be afraid of our life adventures; however, it doesn’t mean that they will be satisfying.  We simply must be free to also return to what made us happy in the first place if we want. 

Children come home for the holidays.  Furniture gets rearranged to the old way it was.  Dorothy returns to Kansas; and I have come home to WordPress.   I suppose that’s just the way it’s supposed to be.

It’s Time for a New Adventure


Fear and Creativity Cannot Co-exist!

There comes a time when one must grow beyond what one has expected of themselves, when fear is dashed against a wall and creativity is expanded.  This is such a time. 

After 15 months of writing on WordPress.com, I have decided that I must pursue a more lucrative venue for my blogs.  I am moving to a new site that I hope will provide some revenue from my writing. 

Please visit my blogsite at http://powodzenias.blogspot.com/ I will continue to write on the topics that are important, personal, introspective, and global.  I hope you will continue to follow me there. 

Thank you all for your many visits over the last months and I look forward to seeing you at Powodzenia’s Eclectic Blog! 

Best wishes always,

James

Many Mirrors


JamesboxA man, standing at his mirror, visits his past and looks toward his future as 2010 approaches.  His laundry list of landmarks include so many more entries than he could have ever imagined in his youth. 

He has seen success as a singer, music director, stage director, and administrator.  He has written volumes of poems, short stories, and other works.  He has composed music that has been performed by seventy people at a time, to several hundred people in the audience.  This man has danced.  He has helped care for people in public health, assist in others’ healing through his spiritual work, and guided his beloved mother as she passed from this life.  He’s helped people plan trips around the world, select the colors for their quilts, and learn how to breastfeed their babies, as well as eat well themselves.  He has assisted both his father in the family pharmacy, as well as the Director of Public Health in the seventh largerst economy in the world.

He has been honored to teach hundreds of children and adults how to sing.  He’s been on film, television, radio, and stage.

He has reared five children in the best way he could.

He has recognized that there is a God and that his faith in our Creator is justified.

P1040582As he looks into his mirror, he sees a man who, in his lifetime, has lost one great-great grandparent, one great-grandparent, six grandparents, three parents, one step-parent and three parents-in-law, a brother, a son, a grandson, several students, and his first true love.  This reflected man has been married twice, once to a woman and once to a man.  He’s only been divorced once and that was from his ex-wife. 

He has seen all five of his living children taken to jail for various lengths of time, including thirty-two years to life. 

Next year, he will have nearly doubled his weight from 128 pounds to 240 pound in the last twenty years.  His hair will have gone from an elegant blue-black to a thinner dark brown with many grey strands dancing through his mane.  The black rings under his eyes share the arc of the jowels under his jaw line.  Stretch marks, varicose veins, and surgical scars all mark his body’s travel through time. 

His list of medical challenges rival the list of major accomplishments in his life.  He spends much of his time chatting with friends about the “good ol’ days.”  His husband and he don’t say much to one another now, since they’ve spent about a quarter of their lives together. 

Many of his favorite old time movie stars and singers are dead.  Some of his family photographs are now over one hundred-years old.

This man, whose truth is shining in the glass on the wall, is now the eldest in his direct lineage.  Patriarchy has overtaken his life. 

Next year, the nintieth anniversary of his father’s birth will transpire.  Next year, his youngest child will be thirty-years-old.  Next year, his eldest grandchild will be eighteen-years-old.  Next year, he will be fifty-one-years-old. 

This scene would be fairly poignant if it weren’t about me. 

Friend Laughing 1The surprising part is that even with the abundance that I’ve seen in my life, I know I still have work to do.  Even more shocking is that I still have energy to do it.  I suppose I’m no different than anyone else on the planet, but the depth of life never ceases to amaze and sometimes confound me.  Life’s intimacy envelopes me some days in a way that makes me feel profoundly cradled.

The little mirror into which I peer holds my entire countenance, but the breadth of my experience and hope for my future spills onto the walls, ceiling and floor, out the windows and doors, and into every corner in which I dwell.  It is also reflected in the many mirrors I see in my family and friends. 

And, thank God for that.

Worth the Ink


rnd-writingIt’s strange that after forty years of writing journals entries, poems, letters, short stories, children’s books, federal regulations, business plans, and myriad other pieces, I am at a place in my life that I must consider the concept that my writing can earn income. 

Who knew?

With all the various types of work I’ve done, including positions in pharmacies, employment services, public health, education, and the arts, I have never found a passion greater than what I’m doing right now in writing.  The ability to spend my days at my computer, creating new thoughts, making them concrete on the page, and ensuring that each word and phrase exactly represents the message I am trying to present is a true gift.

As with any art form, I have no idea how successful I will be in the future; however, just being able to pursue this dream is taking me to places beyond anything I’d ever imagined in my feelings of satisfaction and creativity. 

Yes, I’ve waited a long time for this moment, but the moment is here and I am so incredibly grateful.  The most surprising aspect to all of this is that I feel more prepared to do this kind of work than anything else I’ve ever done.  If the truth be told, I actually feel as though I have important things to say.  As someone who has always humbly questioned his own value, this is an important step in my professional growth as an author.

To God, my parents, and teachers, I offer my deepest appreciation for providing me the education, opportunity, and focus to be able to reach for this goal. 

 

Some Perspective on the DOJ and DADT and DOMA


If Nathan Lane was President of these here United States of America (with Harvey Fierstein as Vice President, and Hedda Lettuce as U.S. Attorney General), his administration would have been required to support the Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell (DADT) as it was for the Defense of Marriage Act (DOMA) in response to a court battle.  It is the law that the Department of Justice must always file friends of the court/amicus briefs that support current law.  We should not be getting upset about this amicus brief.  It’s a non-issue.

What should have gone along with this brief, however, is a statement from the President indicating his focus on getting a quick legislative repeal of DOMA.  His speech at the National Equality March did give us more hope; however,that’s how this should have been handled in the first place. 

It’s frustrating to realize that we are having issues regarding civil rights in our third century of existence as a country; we, whose ancestors left England, and many other countries for that matter, for freedom. 

hillbillyI remember thinking as a teacher about students who took a long, long time to get the concepts I was putting forth, “Bless their pointed little heads.” 

Sometimes, that’s the way I feel about us as a nation.

“Bless our pointed little heads.”

My point is, let’s stay focused on our next move and not get bogged down in those things we cannot change.

Stay focused, people!

Praying for the Words to Come


It has to be a good omen, as it is defined in some cultures, to have a praying mantis land in your vicinity. 

Mantis 3Tonight, I was outside, editing the newest paragraphs I’d written for my book.  As I was sitting there, a praying mantis, an insect I haven’t seen in my yard since last year, decided to land on my pages. 

At first I was deeply startled, but remembered that everything is for a reason.  As odd as it may sound, I said hello to the little bug, welcoming it to my little corner of the world.  As I spoke, it turned its head toward me and, although some may call me crazy, I believe it smiled at me.  Well, at least it opened its mouth.  I simply had to take a photograph of it with the camera on my cell phone.

The perceived smile, in addition to its presence in my yard in the first place, brought my heart great joy because not only did the mantis visit, it landed directly on the typed pages of my manuscript.  I’m not sure, but it looked like it kneeled down a little bit to get a good look at the words I had written today. 

I do know that in some asian cultures, a praying mantis is a good omen.  I suppose one never knows what things truly mean, or more accurately, things only have the meaning we give them.  For me, this visitation by my friend, the praying mantis, was a playful encouragement for my book.  All I had to do was write and sit on my lanai.

As I move forward with my tome, I hope he or she returns some day.

Author’s Note:  As a postscript to this moment, I went outside to have a cigarette a bit later.  I found my friend hanging upside down next to one of the light bulbs on my lanai.  It appears he came for the literature, but stayed for the gnats. 

Mantis 4

Glica Around the World


My full title and name is Reverend James Stanley Teódolo Conrado Herrera Arroyo Chávez Glica-Hernandez, D.Div.  Except for the names Teódolo and Glica, the other names are fairly common.  And, even Teódolo is a form of Teodoro, or Theodore.  The name, “Glica,” does not appear very often around the world.  There are perhaps 900 – 1,200 Glicas out of the over six billion members of the world population.  That’s a relatively small number, wouldn’t you say? 

Growing up 80 miles south of the Oregon border in the Shasta-Cascade wonderland of Northern California, before remote controls and personal computers, I had no idea that my father’s surname, and remember it… Glica… went much beyond our little tribes in North Tonawanda, New York and a few dots in California.  Was I ever wrong!

With that in mind, it fascinates me that our name is popping up on my little home computer in Sacramento, California,  in the most unusual places.

Here are some examples of organizations and people that have the name Glica somehow attached to them:

Greater Lowell Indian Cultural Association (GLICA)

Greater Lowell Indian Cultural Association (GLICA) located in the American Northeast

Glica, the parent company of Pocky, the makers of Japanese candy products

Glica, the parent company of Pocky, the makers of Japanese candy products

Glica Studiografico, A graphic design company in Italy

Glica Studiografico, A graphic design company in Italy

GlicaZet, An antidiabetic medication found in Nicaragua

GlicaZet, An antidiabetic medication found in Nicaragua

And, my personal favorite, (with my apologies to my daughter, Ana-Maria Glica who, of course, is not this person) the genuinely offered candidate for President in Brazil, Ana Glica of the Partido Liberal da Putaria Progressiva (Liberal Progressive Whore Festival Party):
The Brazilian Candidate, Glica, part of the Whore Festival Democratic Party

The Brazilian Presidential Candidate, Ana Glica, Partida Liberal da Putaria Progressiva

 

Twelve Interwoven Pages


Interwoven

Interwoven

Over the last year-and-a-half since I stopped teaching, my intention has been to write a book.  The book I’ve chosen to pen is a memoir about being an adoptee who finds his family of birth and begins the process of discovering the genealogy on all four sides of the family.  The impact this endeavor has had on me and many people in my family, the awakening, unity and divisiveness that has come from it, is being discussed in a personal and accessible way.

In those eighteen months, I have music directed four shows, written 132 blogs, helped bury a friend’s daughter, planned a memorial concert for this young woman, done research for my book, taken care of my family and, prior to yesterday, written a total of eleven pages on my book. 

It wasn’t enough.  The call to write toward completing my book has grown so strong that I finally decided to sit down and write.  At the end of the day, I had typed twelve pages of double-space, 12 point font, words that, upon reading, were an outstanding addition to this tome. 

There is an excitement in my heart and a peace in my mind with regard to this literary project that fills every cell of my body as I’m working.  That has to have some significance.  I have now completed page 23 of my book, Interwoven

I know there is still so much to do.  An average novel has between 60,000 and 100,000 words.  I now have a little over 6,000.   It’s going to be a long, long journey, but a journey well worth the taking.

I just wanted to share the good news!