Raine Fielder
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Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and eight books. Writing is her main purpose.
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Dust In The Wind
The music of my year, was also the music of my life. Music to me was more than a form of art, it was a living breathing person. I lost a few people this year, and one of them was my uncle Mark. And as far as music goes, my uncle Mark was music to me. He inspired my love for music since as far back as I can recall. As a small child I didn’t listen to kid songs or anything like that, I listened to what he told me to listen to. He inspired music into the whole family really. He sang like a country music angel and I always wished he had tried to make a career out of it. Now I know that it was a wonderful blessing from God to gift our family with his voice. It wasn’t for nothing, it was for us and that somehow makes it all the more special. He passed and the first thing I thought of was the song “American Pie” because that was truly the day music died for me. It will never be the same, no song will ever feel the same or sound the same to me because he’s gone. And I don’t mean that it’s ruined for me, it’s just slightly different somehow. Maybe I will get over this part of it eventually, but all music makes me think of him. And I am grateful for that.
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Beat
I hope you find your peace. Content Warning.
I remember the year Kesha put out her first song after she was free of her abuser... I personally was just coming to terms with my own rape... I knew she was putting out a song about her own... I couldn't wait, it was going to be my anthem, it was going to destroy that man, it was going to be angry and full of hate and venom and justice and then it came out... it was the song "praying"
By Raine Fielder2 years ago in Humans
Hitting Golfballs with Baseball Bats
“Ting!” the sound of metal against whatever golf balls are made from (I looked it up the outer layer is called “surlyn.”). But that’s not important, what is important is that sound. That’s the sound I keep hearing in my head. Along with low chatter of male voices. Most often three and occasionally joined with other voices. I grew up in a valley, along with relatives living in nearby houses. My grandparents were beside of me and on their other side was my grandma’s aunt and her family. Then later on after a divorce my uncle moved in between those two. Family was close almost constantly. I had both parents. My grandparents next door were always there, and their middle son lived with them. Then as I said their youngest son moved back in with them and then beside of them when I was pretty young. My sister and I were quite literally raised by a village. There is a whole lot of family I could discuss and all are important and special in their own ways but I want to talk about those golf balls specifically. My dad at some point before I can remember started a game where he and his best friend, my oldest cousin on my mom’s side, along with any other person around who wanted to play, would hit golf balls with baseball bats. The valley we lived in was so large and at the back there is a huge field and then a large hill with forest on it. This whole property was owned by my grandparents. Do you know how far golfballs will travel when you hit them with a baseball bat? They go very far, very very far. At least when someone good at it hits them, mine never even made it as far as the creek.
By Raine Fielder2 years ago in Families
