Sunday Scribblings

Although this already has been spoken between our hearts, I’ll confess. Something about the words doesn’t really seem to matter,because centuries of this discussion have preceded us as we are now. At first, this time around, following was so delicious. But there’s no need to give that power to you anymore. I’m a leader. But…

When I read or hear the word “follow”, It’s a reminder to me to alwaysFollow my heart.I spent a good 30 years figuring that out and won’t look back on that life lesson. Ever.We are wiser about our own needs than we could ever fathom.(Take that from someone who has been to the brink of…

Language is so much more than words. Well, technically, it’s both bigger and smaller than words, but….I spent 6 years in university conceptualizing about that and, well, I’m done with that. No language is not only the syntax trees or the SVO sentences of my undergrad linguistics classes.Nor is it just about the phonotactic rules…

As a little girl of maybe 6 or 7 years old,what would keep me up at night was the idea of “everlasting life”. For most Christians, this is a reassuring idea. Who wouldn’t want to be suspended in time, surrounded by the comfort and peace and joy? But for me, it was a pretty black-and-white…

Aging is an accumulation of changes over time resulting from experience. Change. From. Experience. Hmmm… Aging bodies can be unsettling. I think that’s because we lose so much over time; the elasticity of our skin and blood vessels, the density of our bones, efficiency in how our organs function. But if we’ve used our bodies…

Dear Jennifer-of-a-second-ago, You are good enough. I love you as you are. Dear Jennifer-of-the-present, You are good enough. I love you as you are. Dear Jennifer-of-the-future, You are good enough. I love you as you are.

“Ecoutez moi. You don’t want to miss this. It’s so fantastic. I’m all wrapped up in the magnificence of it. I’ve been thinking about how I could best share it with you. How you might interpret it just like I do. I’m wondering if I can even force my experience on you. I know that’s…

In the past year I have lost many things. I ask myself, “Qu’est-ce qui se passe avec ca?” (what’s up with that?) And, “am I becoming a little careless?” Or, “maybe I’m making generous donations to the universe?” (if that’s the case, that’s pretty nice of me, yes?). The list of my recent donations is…

Trust. Relying on…. Having faith in…. Believing unconditionally… I don’t trust myself. I can be entirely unpredictable. Untrue to my own principles. I give myself a zero on the trust-o-meter. Unreliable. I wouldn’t trust me. If that’s the case, How can I trust anyone else? It’s all about dissolving expectations and embracing impermanence. Life has…