Melody Newey

Melody earns a living as a registered nurse, grows a respectable garden, and writes when she's not building sheet forts with her grandkids. Her poetry has appeared in on-line journals, Segullah, Irreantum and small press along the Wasatch Front.

Hoping For A Wise Star

Some of us celebrate Christmas with surety about the truth of the Savior’s birth. Some of us feel lonely, isolated from the apparent joy that seems to come so easily to those who testify of what they know. Some of us are surrounded by loved ones, embraced at family gatherings, welcomed with open arms by neighbors at ward or...

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Whom Say Ye That I Am?

Nov 11, 13 Whom Say Ye That I Am?

Posted by in Agency, Faith, Featured, New Testament

Luke 9: 18-25 From a journal entry March 9, 2011 It’s funny how moments of significant enlightenment can be marked by equally insignificant surroundings or events. This one for example: I was driving home from somewhere, who knows where. It doesn’t really matter. Anyway, I was heading south on Orem Main Street from...

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Broken Things

Oct 14, 13 Broken Things

Posted by in Disability, Faith Crisis, Featured, Poetry

Guest Post by Heather Duncan Note from Melody: My dear friend and poet, Heather, penned this beautiful verse many years ago. One of the recent general conference talks captured similar imagery, suggesting that being broken is a natural state for mortality. It is a holy condition, a blessed condition. God often dwells there–in our...

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Dear Mother, I Am Here

“If men do not comprehend the character of God, they do not comprehend themselves.” ~ Joseph Smith, Jr. I’ve always maintained that I am no scholar. When I compose a blog post for Rational Faiths my contributions are primarily a product of fifty-plus years of living — the culmination of experiential knowledge coupled with...

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Baby Jesus and Bathwater

Recently I participated on a panel at the Sunstone Symposium. I volunteered because the panel had consisted only of men and the organizers needed at least one woman. Turns out, I was that woman. Jeff Burton, author of, For Those Who Wonder, chaired the session. You can read his Sunstone columns here.  Our panel discussion was...

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Lord, Let Me Be A Wind Tunnel

Jul 08, 13 Lord, Let Me Be A Wind Tunnel

Posted by in Faith, Faith Crisis, Featured

Next month I have the opportunity to participate as a panelist at the Sunstone Symposium in Salt Lake City. The panel will address the issue of being a “Borderlander.” Until very recently I’ve never really thought of myself in those terms. I’d always just thought of myself as, well, “Me.” I see...

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What Eve Would Tell

    Something hissed in my ear that day, made it hard to hear Father say He loved me and I had done no wrong. I was His shining star, His brightest daughter. But when it happened, I tell you, I felt dimmed–   I didn’t know this was my desire unto my husband; that I would lead him to the Truth, to the place where my...

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The Grown-up Modesty Line

Jun 10, 13 The Grown-up Modesty Line

Posted by in Featured, Modesty

After I read this fantastic post I started thinking again about modesty in the context of our lives as Latter-day Saints. Heaven knows, the Mormon blogosphere has been fascinated with the subject for some time now, but for the sake of the conversation, and partly to underscore how absurd it seems to be to focus on tank tops or...

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A Mother There. And Here.

In the heav’ns are parents single? No, the thought makes reason stare! Truth is reason; truth eternal tells me I’ve a mother there. ~ Eliza R. Snow . Part 1 The Motherless Child My first concrete experience of the divine feminine happened about twenty years ago when I was mourning the loss of my mom. This mourning was...

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Brethren and Cistern

May 06, 13 Brethren and Cistern

Posted by in Featured, Feminism, Poetry, Uncategorized

Mother’s Day is coming. I’ve heard it called Mothering Day and I like that better. We each experience mothering differently. Some of us don’t have children, yet we mother. Some raise children born to other mothers. Some of us are motherless children either literally or figuratively. Whatever Mothering Day brings...

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