Sunday Scribblings
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 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…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #74 -A winter tale
There’s a guy who sends a photo related to Biking in Toronto by email EVERY day. His name is Joseph Travers. All these photos are courtesy of him and tell the story of my biking experience in Toronto, Canada in the winter. Thanks, Joseph, for the daily inspiration to do what I love no matter…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #73 – Stranger
You know what? I’ve been privileged to have many teachers in my life. And it hasn’t been trained professionals that have made their marks. Nope, it’s been strangers who have taught me the most valuable lessons. Think about it…..the guy on the corner asking for money who made me realize that I feel empathy. And…
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