Reading this .. as our country goes thru chaotic times and while my own heart aches for so much….
“We can only heal when we are willing to acknowledge what is real.” Think about it…. We can’t cover this up, ignore it, push it away and expect to heal… “We can’t live in an alternative reality and expect what’s right in front of us to get better.”
It doesn’t work that way .. it never has…. It never will.
Think about it … what can you do, what will you do to heal?
Hot pink pants… because I really should live up to what my bundle thinks of me… When Riven asked me why I didn’t wear my favorite color more… I had to tell her that I didn’t have anything hot pink.. and she said, “Why not?!” Why not, indeed… Well.. because I was always waiting… Waiting to have a better body, waiting to feel more confident, waiting for…… and when my friend, Angie Buchanan , asked what my word for 2021 was… I wrestled with it for days until it came to me, simply and clearly.. More. That’s it… More of myself. More of what I really am… More passionate, more compassionate, more adventurous, more outspoken, more real, more loving, more grateful, more courageous, more knowledgeable, more creative, more forgiving… and it starts with wearing more of my favorite colors .. living present and in awe of what I have right now…
I’m working out more than ever to get the best body I’ve had in forever and a day… I’m not “there” yet but every day I am becoming more closer to my goal.
Each person that comes into my life, is here for a reason…perhaps to teach me, perhaps to learn from me…. As I lay my hands and open my heart to the people that are led to me, it’s clear that the universe is sending just what I need and want. What do I want……to be a healing, healthy, force to be reckoned with, to show love, acceptance, compassion, and understanding. To offer safety for those that hurt to use my hands , my soles, my entire being to make a positive difference. Today I’m sending out waves of love to those that need it, and wrapping a blanket of security around those that are hurting. Let my touch and my words be sacred and fulfilling….and let me be balm for the spirit in this changing world. That’s enough…it’s what matters.
👣❤️ Jeanna’ Mead January 10.2014 and again today…
Reading what I wrote seven years ago.. and still believe.
Yesterday I was blissfully unaware of the shit show that was happening until a friend sent me a text asking if I had been watching the “shit show” that was happening.
I asked him to tell me what it was about… In just a few sentences he summarized everything.
I replied with this text.
“I’m afraid to check the news.
All I can think is…
Character is determined by how you act when you win and when you lose….. No matter what it is .. a ball game, an election, a chess match, a divorce, a presidency, a relationship.. Character and respect…. What a sad day for America”
I was busy doing what matters to me… I had worked out, I read a few pages, I ran into the store to get supplies, then I massaged some amazing clients, placed a order of products, and finally, my daughter swung by, picked me up and we delivered a birthday gift to a precious friend. These are the things that I focused on and so getting that text reminded me that there is chaos going on that I have no control over.
So this is what I am going to do today…. Just like every day… I’m going to workout.. read a few pages, do the things that make my soul dance within my body and I’m going to pray for this country that I live in… America needs to grow up and show some grace and common sense and love .
Make something wonderful happen… Please #myownwords #writingmyheartout #jeannasoul #damnstraight
As one of the roughest years comes to an end, I’ve spent the day reflecting on what I’ve learned, what I’ve loved and what I’ve lost.
Meaningful lessons are sometimes difficult ones and sometimes the difficult ones are those that bring the most clarity and beauty.
I’m ending 2020 with so much gratitude for everything that has happened this year because it’s made me a better woman, a better business owner, a better friend, a better listener and a better giver. I’m also beginning the New Year with determination and resolutions and promises to myself and for myself. I can’t be the best for anyone else until I become the best to myself and that’s why we spent this weekend redoing the home gym.
I am going to be leaning on my tribe of kindred spirits as I embark on the 2021 goals I’ve set for myself! It’s going to be one wild and precious year as I begin to live a life that causes my soul to dance within my body!
There once was a wise Crone who wandered the countryside. One day, as she passed near a village, she was approached by a woman who told her of a sick child nearby. She beseeched her to help this child.
So the Crone came to the village, and a crowd gathered around her, for such a woman was a rare sight. One woman brought the sick child to her, and she said a prayer over her.
“Do you really think your prayer will help her, when medicine has failed?” yelled a man from the crowd.
“You apparently know nothing of such things!” said the Crone to the man.
The man became very angry with these words and his face grew hot and red. He was about to say something, or perhaps strike out, when the Crone walked over to him and said: “If one word has such power as to make you so angry and hot, may not another have the power to heal?”
And thus, the Crone healed two people that day.
“Language does have the power to change reality. Therefore, treat your words as the mighty instruments they are – to heal, to bring into being, to nurture, to cherish, to bless, to forgive.”
Maybe you’re noticed my cover photo and don’t think twice about it. Maybe you have and decided you don’t like me and haven’t even met me… Maybe you think my language isn’t *good and proper” Well, that’s fine and dandy because I really really do GIVE A DAMN!
I give a damn about the small business owner that’s struggling to get clients.
I give a damn about the single mom that is selling her house because she can’t afford to keep it.
I give a damn about the artist that spent hours creating a painting to have the person “change their mind” and not pay for the work they requested.
I give a damn about the teenage boy that asked for a hug with tears rolling down his face because everyone is “social distancing” and he hasn’t had a hug in months.
I give a damn about the waitress that works 3 jobs to pay her bills and cries with surprise when I give a 10$ tip on a 20$ order.
I give a damn about the elderly man that said “I didn’t fight in 2 wars to be told to wear a mask at the grocery store or be told not to have a gun”
I give a damn about my children and grandchildren, and about the other children and grandchildren out there that need someone to give a damn about them.
I give a damn about the deaf and hard of hearing people that feel even more isolated because they can’t see the lips of people.
I give a damn about my business, my passion, my art and craft. My business provides for other families, and when people get massages at my place, we turn around and support other local businesses. It’s a beautiful ripple effect.
I give a damn about my LEO, Firefighters. Veterans and those that love them.
I give a damn about the overworked and stressed out nurses and hospital staff.
I give a damn about the people that have to be isolated for health and safety reasons. I give a damn about the people they are missing and the things they can’t do anymore
I give a damn about the baby that teaches out for me to interact because his daddy is playing a game on his phone and ignoring the best thing ever.
I give a damn about the litter in the parking lots from lazy people that toss masks and trash as they walk to the car.
I give a damn about buying Christmas gifts that mean something special. I give a damn about good music and good food. I give a damn about saying what you mean and doing what you say I’m relentless. I’m fearless.
I was raised this way
I’m never giving up. You know why? Because I give a damn and you should,too!
It was late, again And although she only had 7 miles to go She knew herself well enough To know those were the most dangerous miles of all
So she poured a cup of coffee Black as it could be Threw her pink bag into the backseat Switched on Spotify To find some kick-ass songs To get her all the way home
She knew it was crazy But she did it anyway Rubbed a little red lipstick on Just to drive home alone
Those were the kind of things That made all the difference In a world gone half crazy
Times were tough But she was tougher Days were long But she wouldn’t give up
This was real life And she was going to fight
Fight to keep doors open Fight to do what she loves Fight to keep on providing All the things she’s known for
Like red lipstick and good tequila Presents for no particular reason Cowboy boots and silky lace Burgers and drinks
All those things that cost money That she used to do without second guessing
Wondering if people will keep on coming Finding the place
On the ragged edge Between what others believe What they know What makes sense and what don’t
She had no way of knowing But this was her way of living
Red lipstick and coffee Real loud music Driving down the backroads