Sunday Scribblings #64- Miracle
Miracle (by Olive) This is not an original post. Instead I share with you these beautiful lyrics which form the basis for a Nia routine entitled “Miracle”. Do they tempt you to find out more about Nia? Deeper than deeper was my love for you Sweeter than sweeter joy Hoping that everyday You can go…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #63- Somewhere
Somewhere can be here We can live our dreams NOW Make them reality Paul’s sunflower at 152 Cambridge last year….somewhere is here! So somewhere is as simple as this: Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where only walls were ******Joseph Campbell******* >>> That’s all. >>>>> Why make it so fucking…
Read MoreCreative Co-Construction
From July 25-27, 2008 I was at Hillside Festival in Guelph Ontario. Hillside is an impressively conscious indie-music festival. There are no wasted beer cups, water bottles, or food-stuffs. From compost bins to volunteers-who-wash-your-plates-and-cutlery to mandated-purchase-of-beer-steins to empty-milk-trucks-filled-with-free-water, it is a limited footprint situation. Weekend-long music and workshops (drumming, dancing, sex education, crafting), Tibetan monks,…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #62 – How I met my {…}
How I met my Body, my Mind, my Spirit, my Emotions *********************************************************************************** Boldly, my Body Blossomed In the Beginning, it was aBandoned and aBused But soon Became deliBerate. ABout my Body and well-Being My Mind. My coMpanion since eMbryonic tiMes. A rooM of security. Spirit. Suffocated by StubborneSS. ReScued. Now Soaring. Elegant Emotions. ImprisonEd, buriEd…
Read MoreTaking a break from Sunday Scribblings this week
…I have been taking a wonderful short fiction writing course with my dear friend and most talented writer, Chris Kay Fraser I have been super inspired by both Chris and my writing group pals. Anyhow, in addition to putting together a story (wow! I’m patting myself on the back for having delved into the world…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #61 – Ask
(TALK RADIO 103.1 JENN-FM) Now that you’ve told me about yourself, let me ask you, what do you need? I mean if you could have anything, what would it be? What do you yearn for? (without hesitation) Someone to rescue me. What do you mean by that? Are you in danger? Not exactly. It’s more…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #60 – Do I have to?
Do I have to believe everything I hear? Nope. I have this nifty thing called a “Jenn filter” that helps me examine the messages surrounding me using my own divine wisdom. Try it! It’s pretty awesome to let your body, mind, spirit and emotions tell you what’s right for you! Do I have to understand…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #59 – Solace
SolaceIt comes when I ask for itWhen I create the spaceAnd make room for myself. And I fuckin LOVE itBeing alone, that is. There is no one to answer toNo schedule to follow Only the one that drives my heart’s desire. UnanswerableAlone. Free to investigate my dark places. And all I need to do is…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #58 – Ghosts
Ghostsare something to see throughnot something to look atWait!A something?Not a someone? Ghosts.They, they, come.Or maybe it’s that they stay. Theirs are purposeful encounters, sprinkling their seers with fear and confusion.Seeking meaning, their witnesses can find intent. In the space that follows lifethere can be unrest.In the dusty corners of the unknownbone-less spirit beings may…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #57 – Oldest Friend
Quiet acceptance from a knowing smile glistens from the lips of my oldest friend. Gold and fuscia and indigo and magenta and silver and canary yellow are the colours that swim through the hair of my oldest friend. A gentle embrace to greet me or wish me well is a predictable offering from my oldest…
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