Detours...Thorns On Our Sides

Life gives me twists on my path and leaves me bewildered. Why does this happen? Destiny feels so out of control.  It feels like fate has no care for me.  Why can't we all come together?  

Last blog I spoke of visions.  Now I face the true test of keeping steady to my visions, of staying on path despite unwanted detours. The only way to come ahead is through determination of keeping that vision alive. 

So hard to do...  So exhausting...  So many headaches.

I guess this happens to everyone.  Different circumstances, different events, different wants and needs, different paths, but detours are universal for all of us. 

When I was a child, my parents always reminded me that someone out there had it worse. I believe that, but when it is you, 

it is very hard to be strong.  So here I am, trying not to lose hope.

I have notice when something major goes a different way than you wanted, you seem to recall every bad or unwanted thing that has ever happened to you.  Thus, bringing you into a weak state of strength and a strong state of depression. 

I am teaching myself to let go of what did not happen in the past.  Well, honestly, not the death of my son.  I am still dealing with that which will unfortunately continue till the day I die. That is an entirely a different blog for a later time.

I am talking about things like not getting that job I wanted or that opportunity I missed out on, etc. I have to keep myself from falling into a deep depression because my tragedy just compounds into a whirlwind of a bad, bad situation. 

So where does this leave us? I guess a bit of learned advice that I give in a poem.

When Fate hands you a detour,
keep your wits about you.
It’s just a day of boredom for Fate.
No logic, just pulling our strings
around a twisted road.
Focus on the detour, 
on where do I go from here?
Look for what is salvable,
what new doors are presented.
Keep your mind occupied 
on what you must do to 
get around that detour. 
Be ready for those weak moments
when you become overwhelmed.
Breathe slowly,
think carefully
to get your destiny on track
and shout,
“I ready for your detours, Fate!
Determination is my new name!”

©2018 Antonia Murguia

Visions of Opportunity

A new year is for new visions!  Letting go of what did not work the previous year or changing something that you do not want to do anymore is important. However, this is not easy to do because we, humans, are creatures of habits, good and bad.   

​I am learning about creating my visions.  Not just a vision for a better life, but clarity to make what I want from deep inside my soul for myself.  Reflection of this life will be a step of truth and discovery in a different way.  No excuses, no turning back.

We have a life like an octopus with arms reaching into so many ventures that we become fragmented. By ventures, I mean family, health, work, dreams, etc. We need focus. Focus to realize how to be happier with ourselves.  

I am stepping into a new adventure that will help me to do this and then I hope to help others.  It will be a while before I can efficiently explain what I mean. So in the meantime, I will reflect on my life and see if it is the way I want it to be. I will think about what keeps me happy and gives me energy.  Wish me good luck!

A New Year...Here I Go!

The New Year has begun and I sit with my hot tea
wondering what the 'new' will bring.

My mind goes to last year and my heart breaks 

at what I do not have anymore. 
But, today is the future, 
I must trust in myself to have the courage 
to move forward with focus, to be strong,
to be proud.  This new year will not turn sour.

I will trust new adventures to be exciting 

and bring a discovery or newfound gratitude for my blessings.
I will be open to working hard on what I truly want.
I will not give up.  I cannot. It is only January
and I have February right behind coming in fast.
No time to panic, instead time to plan and execute wisely. 

Anyhow, I have been through enough of these years to 
know what to expect. I think I can trust destiny! Right?

©2017 Antonia Murguia


Summer is upon us and poetry must continue.  There is no summer break for poetic words. As a matter of fact, poetry contests run rampant. Poetry venues continue to spring into action and invite the world to enter.  Finding out about when and where poetry is going on is best handled by word of mouth.  Summer is a perfect time to try new poetry venues because summer presents itself as a perfect time to experience something different.

If you are unable to go to poetry venues, then other resources are libraries, the internet, the local newspaper, or creative writing organizations in your area.  There are also many poetry websites to discover and research.  All of these resources will give you a chance to listen to poetry or encourage you to try your hand at writing poetry.

For those of us who are poets, I challenge you to write a poem using a new form.        I believe this is one of the critical ways to keep our writing sharp. It helps our mind to think out of the ordinary and step up our level of writing.

If you are new to poetry, I applaud you for having courage to try reading and understanding and writing poetry.  I believe poetry is so misunderstood and not respected as a form of literature that many people don't even give poems a chance.

I invite newcomers to poetry to look for the core message at the end.  I also invite you to write a poem.

One of the easiest poems to write is an Acrostic Poem.  It is a poem that takes the letters of a name and attaches a complimentary word about that subject. Each word has to begin with each letter of a name. For example, an acrostic poem for the name Kathy may look like this.



Another way to write an Acrostic Poem into use a phrase or sentence with each letter.


Kindness filled soul
Amazing smile
Terrific sharing heart
Helpful with everyone
Young at heart

Try writing an Acrostic Poem for someone you care about. Instead of a first name, use a last name for your family.  It could also be a noun such as a name of a city or school.  Have fun.  This is an easy first poem for anyone.

If you decide to write a poem, other than an Acrostic Poem, remember that you want to describe the situation, not tell.  Describe so that your reader is there watching with you and can see and feel every part of your story.

Do not be afraid. You are in charge of your writing. Read your poem out loud and
share with others. Remember, poets and their poems are an important part of our society.  Poetry is and will always be an essential part of our vocal and written history. Be open to listening to poetry and think of poems as songs.  Poetry descriptive words is the act of describing something in a different mode that makes you think in new ways.

--Antonia Murguia



Poetry Therapy

I, unfortunately, lost my mother and a dear friend three weeks later.  Both women were very ill and in pain.  I know it is better that they are resting without pain, but the heart aches for them. This is because they were and still are loved.

The mind goes through so many memories when a loved one is gone. Emotions are seriously out of the ordinary and you never know when you will not be able to handle the memory and this new reality.  Tears begin to flow and your insides melt into pain. 

My mother had ten children. I am the oldest.  She and my father were very good parents and always put their children first. I saw my mother in pain for almost every day of her life. She taught us to never give in to your pain and we were witness to this truth she modeled.  

She never stop helping us no matter how old we were.  To the very last day of her life, she made it home so that we could all say goodbye to her as we did with my father.  All of us surrounded her as she took her last breathe. There is no way to explain the love we have for our mother. We care for her everyday after dad died, she was never alone.

She hung on for four and a half years to be with us all the while wanting to be with dad. We told her it was ok to go, we would grant her continuous wish that she told us a million times. My mother’s words were to care for each other and not separate.  Always be the family that we are, loving each other as we were taught growing up.

When they took mom from our home, my sister played “At Last” because we all knew it was time for her to be with dad in heaven and finally out of pain. It was my sister’s way of saying goodbye. 

Writing poetry is my way of releasing this emotional pain because the words come from the heart. Here is one of the poems that I have written about my mother.

                                     My beautiful Mother, Theresa, and I.

Unwanted Journey

The start of this unwanted journey
brings havoc to my being. Is my mother near death?
This dreaded time of the unknown, feels like a blinded 
walk into the future, yet, the outcome is already known. 
Give time for the medicine to work we are told.
Give time for her body to recover.

The start of this unwanted journey 
is one I walk with my family. Then why do I feel alone? 
My fears are so overwhelming. Anticipation of emotions 
are spiraling out of control, but I must be in control.

The start of this unwanted journey 
was something I knew had to be. We will all face 
this destiny. I just wish it would not come for my 
beautiful mother. The mother who has taught me,
I can do anything I want to do, I can be anything 
I want to be. The mother who showed us how to
never let illness get you down.

The start of this unwanted journey came to its dreaded end.
The mother whom I love dearly is not with us
anymore. She, instead, is with my Father and son.
She, instead, is without pain.
And I must not be selfish.

©2017 Antonia Murguia

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Harvey has certainly made us come together in Texas.  The lives involved are tremendous. People coming together and helping is something to be proud of.

It just happened at this time, my family had planned a vacation at Canyon Lake.
As I watched the news about Harvey’s wrath, I was writing in my vacation condo.
As the beginning of the vacation, it rained and rained.  Towards mid-week, the rain stopped and it was windy, but the sky was clear and the sun came out. It was amazing because it looked like the hurricane rains had never come.

As I entered the lake, I thought about the irony of being on vacation, while others were trying to get away from the water.  I thought of the people who lost their homes and treasures. A home that may have been their first or one they had for years.  I thought of the items like pictures and books and jewelry and for kids, toys, that they had to leave.
Clothes, cars, meds and essential papers.  There are a million things that are important  and to think it is all gone is heart breaking.  Not only homes and treasures, but jobs! Life is at a stand still.

I think every person realizes how lucky they are if they are not affected by this tragedy and at the same time feels the pain of the people who are affected.

I looked up hurricane and its place in weather. I learned that a hurricane is nature’s way of keeping the temperatures as they should be. Since the sun warms up the earth un-uniformly, the hurricanes help to send warm air to the poles to help the circulation of atmospheric heat. After learning this, I thought of the hurricane and wondered what he would say if he could speak.

Here is a poem I have written about Words from Harvey

Words from Harvey

Warning, I am coming into land.
This is something I must do.
Temperatures are in chaos.
This must be corrected.

This is something I must do.
My path has been written
and I must follow it.
I do not do this to hurt others.

Temperatures are in chaos.
I must save earth.
This is the only way.
I travel as the winds carry me.

This must be corrected.
This is nature’s way of controlling atmospheric heat.
This earth must be our priority.
Warning, I am coming into land.