Sunday Scribblings
Sunday 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 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…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #56 – Chance Encounter
Is there really such a thing as a chance encounter? When I think seriously about it, I’m not sure that chance encounters truly exist. There are a ga-jillion concepts related to the idea of chance encounters: unexpected events, luck, accidents, coincidence, etc. But really, I don’t think that anything that happens is truly “out of…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #55 – Vision
Impossible. She couldn’t describe the flurry of images that only drew breath when she visited that mystical place in her mind. And she didn’t want to. Nor must she. Share them, that is. Still, intriguing. Such an unusually pleasing dream. Well, not really a dream. Because sleep is not necessary for this slide-show of fantasy.…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #54 – Happy Ending
The end is a starting point. Is that your perspective? A time of lounging in focus. Dedication to locked in spirit. Odd Work backwards. Look behind for the map to now! You sure? Completion fuels expansion. Opportunity for metamorphosis. It doesn’t have to be happy at the end. Joy in beginning.
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #53 – Guide
Funny that the topic for Sunday Scribblings this week is “Guide“. I’ve been reading this book that my mom gave me for my birthday (back in March) called “Me to We: Finding Meaning in a Material World”. It’s funny that she bought this book for me, because when I taught Nia at The Union, I…
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