Sunday Scribblings #82 – Sports
Sports do not bring up good memories for me. As a child, I was enrolled in swimming lessons. I failed. As in didn’t pass. My twin sister passed, but was held back so we could stay in the same level. She won’t let me forget that to this day and I hold that to this…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #81 – ArT
(this post was borne out of some creative workshops I recently attended) I. Word art. random thoughts are like food. pretty wild. i create soul inside. it’s ok. dance bodytalk. living seekers redefined. pushing the envelope. keeping feature. simple. amazing. wellness. II. Eleven ways to look at a ladder. 1. I used to climb you…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #80 – Regrets
Some might say she didn’t play her hand right.That more than a few regrets had landed her here. In disarray. Here in the warming huddle that her earth squat and compression of core body heat thighs against belly thighs against chest head curled down to meet threadbare aging and aching knees. Knees that took her…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #79- Pilgrimage
My travels to India were a pilgrimage. They have been a journey of great significance. I have been soooo incredibly fortunate to experience these treasures. You can read about them here. Pilgrimage. India.
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #78 – Organic
Organic Means? Not # pesticide # free # Ooooooffer Rrrrreality, be Ggggggenuine Aaaaaaand uNnnnnderstand Iiiiiintrospective Ccccccreations Be # authentic # Ooooopen Rrrrrealistically Gggggiving Aaaaa Nnnnnew Iiiiimpression unCcccconditionally Don’t # sacrifice # your # soul # Ooooout Rrrrrageous (immaterial) Gggggifts Aaaaauthenticate Nnnnnatural Iiiii-statements Ccccconsistently Make # choices # that # help # you # discover #…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #77 – For Richer or Poorer
Wafting twists drawing inwards.Inching, itching, illuminating.Dark, damp, dusty places discovered.Capturing vascular mysteries.Internal investigations.For Richer or Poorer. Inviting inward incitement.Come!I learn more about myself.As my eyes roll inward.I am intrinsic.A being that starts on the inside.One that is committed.For Richer or Poorer.
Read MoreStop Giving Me Crap for Christmas
Just when you think you know me
And I give you credit for being on the ball
Christmas rolls around, I open your gift
And I see, you don’t know me at all
The Holidays and How I Feel
Each time I mention my disdain for the holidays I get the same reaction. Sympathy. Like instead of hearing me say “Christmas is not something I actively celebrate”, everyone hears “my grandmother died”. I wonder why? Have I crushed the collective merry spirit by honouring my opinion? There is so much that feels “forced” at…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #76 -Late.
Geeezus In my life before bipolar I was never late. NEVER. In fact, always early. Late. Now it’s common. It’s like a different Jennifer. A transformation. Sometimes that’s good, other times not so much. Mostly I attempt to celebrate the newness. But often I go to berating it. Breathe. Just Breathe. It’s complicated. Living inside…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #75 -I knew instantly…
When I saw the porch light on, I knew instantly that my house would be filled-to-the-brim with rose petals. As I approached the bank teller, I knew instantly, from his smile, that he was going to rob his own bank. When I saw them laughing, I knew instantly that it meant that they had lost…
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