A Hermit’s Odyssey: A Memoir

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Melanie Gendron

  • Size: 6 x 9
  • No. Pages: 220
  • Published: 2020
  • ISBN: 2370000818096

Description

In this twilight time, I reflect upon my world with gratitude for the miracles that helped me make it this far—a stumbling, once overly idealistic youth, believing the illusions I projected. This life’s passage in duality has been both joyful and sorrowful. Suffice it to say, life happens, and things have not turned out exactly as I might have planned.

—from the Preface

“You are an amazingly gifted person, and I enjoyed reading about all of the incredible experiences you had in your life… and especially enjoyed your poetry. At the end of the book… from Henry on… your writing, to me, became a poem… it was lovely.”

—Adra Ross, Editor

 

Princess of Swords

Born in Boston, Massachusetts, Melanie attended The School of the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston in affiliation with Tufts University.  Art, writing, and the search for authenticity defined the cornerstones of her life from childhood, leading to years of seeking with immersed study of spirituality, and seeking personal realization through various modalities: meditation, philosophy, psychology, religion, Tarot, yoga, and more.

The stories we weave on the spiraling path home can secure wisdom and disclose our true nature. Whether or not we are present, in process of digesting memory, or projecting our future, what we perceive becomes real. In every one of us, there is at least one book about our lives, with various conclusions based on perceptual reality. Shared stories tell us we are not alone as we see others confronted with similar life challenges. We are inspired by sagas of overcoming obstacles and revealing human potential; they remind us we are at choice, no matter the appearance. 

My earliest memory was retrieved during a counseling session in which I recalled how I felt inside the womb—anxious and insecure, my mother’s emotions.

The story goes that when Papa heard his oldest daughter had given birth to a baby girl, he drove from Beverly to Jamaica Plain, burst into the unwed mothers’ home bellowing, “No one adopts my first grandchild but me!”

Mama had kept the secret for Rita who had begged her not to tell Papa as she thought it best to give me to a family that would provide a better life than she could. Besides, Mama was suffering from a weak heart and had raised eight children already. But Papa was the breadwinner, and what he declared was law.