MarilynGloverWrites

In the last post , I talked about how a work-related accident enhanced my literary ambitions. Today, I dive deeper into my spiritual presence, sharing a Vocal Media post so readers might understand me better. If someone had told me ten years ago that a freak accident was a sign to alter my life path, I would have clicked my tongue and shrugged it off with stubbornness. True to my Scorpio nature and all too often hard-headed approach, I would have argued otherwise, claiming incidental occurrences, never coincidental. I don't believe in coincidence- never have. Perhaps if I had altered my route, I would have avoided subsequent hardships.  Perhaps not. I prefer to think that every instance has built a set of keys, spiritual ones, unlocking the doors to my divine purpose. As I write, I am recovering from medial meniscus arthroscopy surgery performed on Tuesday. I waited 8 months for this procedure after a workplace accident in February when I was employed as a Marriott Operations Mana...

Photo by Tima Miroshnichenko : https://www.pexels.com/photo/light-black-and-white-people-woman-6693284/ It was just another typical busy day at the hotel. I had many rooms to inspect, which wasn't extraordinary, just part of my job. While rushing up a flight of stairs, my foot landed wrong, resulting in instant knee pain, and within days, I  realized I'd be out of work for a while. I was forced to resign my position due to a medial meniscus tear. Months went by waiting for surgery, navigating unemployment, workers' comp, and much discomfort, but during it all, my literary ambitions returned. That certain twinkle returned to my writer's eye, and I realized that the dream was still alive.  It was just as alive as it was before, when my splenectomy took me out of the workforce during Covid. Dare I say, the dream felt more pronounced because, as much as recurring unemployment irritated me, it was yet another opportunity for my creative hand to stay busy.  Whereas monetary r...

Image by  Tyli Jura  from  Pixabay       I returned to the workforce in 2022, working part-time in a field I know best: hospitality. For two years, I had a delightful work/home life balance, and my writing continued evolving. I anticipated writing success, and my goals to reenter management soon followed when I became a Marriott Operations Manager in 2024. This was a career boost, going from my typical departmental managerial role pre-COVID to a position with cross-departmental responsibilities. I liked my staff. I enjoyed learning new things. I was determined to make a professional impact, making revisions where needed, all while ensuring the ultimate guest experience. Personally, I remained faithful to the writing dream and continued my creative pursuits. Not long after, however, I realized that my job description entailed much more than I had bargained for. Administrative and physical tasks were exhausting- Running around, inspecting rooms, while ma...

I lost my health and my job in the middle of a global pandemic, only to find the one thing I’d forgotten since childhood: my voice.   My life forever changed when I lost my spleen in 2020. I was 48. Sudden pain that felt clear out of left field, to an MRI revealing a mass, to the splenectomy that resolved a rare benign tumor condition, everything I knew to be normal got completely turned upside down. This is all without factoring in the onset of COVID. Displaced from work as a newly immunocompromised person meant living in isolation for almost two years. Living without a spleen meant I was highly susceptible to infections, and the pandemic's uncertainties posed a more serious threat to my health. No job. Isolation. Uncertainties. Then I found Vocal Media, an online platform for writers. I was scrolling through Google, looking for something to do, something to pass my time with, something to make me feel relevant, even comforted during very lonely times. I signed up straightaway, re...

 This may sound odd, but things left unsaid do not simply vanish. Unspoken words live in longing within the subconscious, searching for a landline.  Inspired by Carl Jung's theories about synchronicity and the collective unconscious, I share today a poem that bridges the gap between the ego and the unspoken. This poem is a dial tone to the past, articulating words left unsaid, ones muffled by time. It was honored as an editor's pick on Vocal Media in 2025, and it serves as the motivation for my upcoming late-Spring Chapbook and end-of-year Poetry Collection Debut.  This being said, my poem, Longing Landline , will be a cornerstone of my work. Original artwork for 'Longing Landline,' featured as a Top Story on Vocal Media. I needn't tell him my thoughts; he already knows despite unsent letters despite unheard conversations despite published poetry, pulsed prolific prose he feels the love I have inside genuine, unselfish, pure energy radiating in cosmic waves surpas...