Tag Archives: Writing

Wondering Why?

ImageMust I contemplate whether my lack of active writing contributes to my doldrums?  I believe so.  I have been wallowing in stagnancy recently.  This question, as all important questions do to me, flashed in my heart and felt right.  Really right.

What do I know about writing?  The naked truth is this: More than music, more than family, more than verbal expressions of my faith, my writing gives me succor.  I know I’m neither an expert nor do I appeal to all people in my craft; however, I feel better when I write.  I feel more alive, more vivid, more animated, more valuable.  In writing, like in visual art, my written craft is permanent-ish.  As one who had paintings burn during a gallery exhibit limited to my work along, I can say firsthand that this is not always the case.  First-person, first-hand.  Without writing, I am arid and desolate.  The blank page is my canvas.  I simply color it my way.  Yes, I’m still at the level of scrawled crayons and fingerpaints, but I will continue on my path toward fulfillment and excellence.

My dream? To know that I can sit in my studio and write all day long without financial worries, family concerns, social obligations.  To say, without fear of repercussions, exactly what is on my mind and in my heart to say.  This alone would be a huge change for me.

Perhaps, once before I die, I will have written something truly satisfying and delicious; something I can dreamily savor until the books of the Akashic Record are my library.

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

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!


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,


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. 

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Twelve Interwoven Pages



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!

My Speech

NEMThe National Equality March in Washington, D.C., scheduled for October 10-11, 2009, presented Americans an opportunity to offer their three-minute speeches for selection for this event.  They called it “March Equality Idol Auditions.”  They asked that the theme reflect the reasons why it was important for the speaker to attend the March in Washington.   The voting between the top five speeches will be on Facebook and YouTube.  I only found out about the competition yesterday afternoon and I had to write the speech and get it filmed and sumbitted by today, Thursday September 17, 2009 at 5:00 PST.  My video turned out very nicely, I think.  Because of the lack of sufficient technology, I couldn’t find a way to download it onto my computer from the camera I have, and therefore, I didn’t submit it.   I must admit I am deeply disappointed right now.  I will always wonder if my speech would have been selected, even for the top five finalists. 

First, I am proud that my husband, David, figured out how to get the video onto our computer so that I can share it with you here.  Second, the text of the speech follows. 

Here is the text of my speech.  I hope you enjoy it. 

A Family Tradition of Hope

by James C. Glica-Hernandez

Written September 16, 2009


Three weeks before my tenth birthday in 1969, the Stonewall Riots erupted.  Being an avid reader of the newspaper even at that age, I knew what was happening in New York.  Men in dresses were fighting against the tyranny of bigotry and second-class citizenry in the greatest metropolis of the United States. The truth is, I didn’t know what to think about seeing gay people in the light of day because I had already been questioning my own sexuality in the haze of shame that every young, gay boy felt back then, and probably still does. 

A mere nine years later, then having a wife and child, and having come out to my family, I found myself marching under a drizzly Sacramento sky, in my first gay pride parade at the urging, and in the presence, of my beloved father, Floyd Glica.  When I protested about marching in the rain, Dad told me, “Jim, if we don’t stand up for who you are today, you will always be trampled upon by those who don’t like you just because you’re gay.  We have to march.” 

That day in 1978, I learned about gay pride from my fearless, remarkable Dad.  

I am now the patriarch of my family, including my husband, five children, and nine grandchildren.  I have seen someone in every generation of my family, as well as my students, wrestle with questions about their own sexuality.  Sadly, they’ve learned that they will have a lesser experience in the U.S. as a gay, lesbian, or bisexual person than a straight person would. 

My presence at the 2009 National Equality March is borne out of my love for my family, friends, and students.   Together, we demand the necessary leadership from President Obama and Congress that creates a voice, like my father’s, that mandates equality and freedom for all.    

The late Senator Edward Kennedy, arguably the most valiant warrior for equality ever to have graced the Senate floor, made a vital statement in 2007 regarding ENDA.  He said, “America stands for justice for all. Congress must make clear that when we say ‘all,’ we mean all. America will never be America until we do.”

The Chávez-Glica-Hernandez family thanks you for this opportunity to join with your families in a community of hope, power, and vibrant leadership to ensure that we all… Senator Kennedy’s all… my father’s all… are able to participate and contribute to our society as free men and women; free from the branding of sexuality, gender, color, religion, national origin, disability, or economic status, as it must be in these United States of America. 

Thank you.