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In The Morning

Well. I might hate myself

In the morning

Wonder why I did what I did

But tonight I’m feeling like it’s worth it

To do what I’m doing

This makes me feel like myself

Back to who I am inside

When I throw caution to the winds

Jump in with both feet

Give in to temptation

Without a second thought

Or backward glance

It may come back and haunt me

I might beat myself up

Later on, I just might

Time will tell

And I might hate it in the morning

But I sure don’t think I will

Cause I damn sure love the way it feels tonight

Just as it was meant to be this way

So I’m gonna milk it for all it is worth

Shake it off and make it count

It’ll either be

A lesson learned or a good time had

I’ve learned that I can make it through the night

No matter what I think

And when the morning finally breaks

That’s when it goes to show

If the way I loved at night

Was right or wrong

💙👣https://open.spotify.com/track/6dWGSm15Vj6m7qLKEO85ZN?si=oI4d3YGiSnCMFKmotT5THw

Jeanna’ Mead

8 44 p.m April 25.2020

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Rainbow

This verse was on my mind yesterday as I drove into Rockwall for groceries. After a trip to Aldi and then Kroger to get what I needed, I headed down John king listening to the playlist that a friend had sent me . The song, Rainbow. Was playing and I was loving the music and the drive.

Then .. my tire blew out… I pulled into a turn lane.. got out and checked the damage then sat in my seat… Wondering who to call … Before I could even call my daughter, this gentleman pulled up in a Lexus SUV and asked if I needed a hand.
Here we are Shelter In Place.. all these 6 ft distance… Etc…
That didn’t matter to neither of us.
He handled my groceries from the back of my car.. Acting as if this was a pleasure and not a nuisance….
He had his bandana around his neck so that I could read his lips…. We stood shoulder to shoulder while I held up the liner and he took my spare out, my tools, my tire jack…… He changed my tire and put all my tools back in proper place and then I reached out to shake his hand and then, I couldn’t help myself… I hugged him and he hugged me back.
I told him that he encouraged me so much by his quick response and willingness to help someone he didn’t even know.
He didn’t have a spirit of fear… But of love for a fellow human, the power to fix S problem and the sound mind to do what was good and right. He chose to fill a need… To show love.

He didn’t have to but he did.

I told him that I had to close my business March 10 and that I had been wrestling with so many thoughts but that the way he came along, he turned my flat tire into a blessing in disguise.

He reminded me that we are not created to live in fear but to act with love, strength and courage.

I was home before my popsicles melted… That’s how fast everything happened… But I’ll remember this for ab long, long time.

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Super Powers

I turn words
into an enticing invitation,
a scathing rebuttal,
a tender reminder
a fierce challenge
Depending on who you are
and what you see
I can make tears roll
down your face
Make your heart ache
Fill you with passion
Yearning for more
Or make you roar with laughter
Shake your head in disbelief
I can help you see the Majesty of this world
Remind you of the treasures you have stored
I can bring you to your senses
When you’re standing at the ragged edge
Wondering which way is best
I take words
Make them magic
Because that’s where my power is
And all it takes
Is an minute.

👣♥️ Jeanna’

7 18 a.m. 4.22.20

When a friend asked what was my super power, I couldn’t help myself.

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Mango On Her

It’s been so long

Longer than she ever imagined

So tonight she laid back

Placed lavender on her neck

Felt the heat soak in

Shut her eyes

Dreamed of another time

When her hands did what they pleased

Each touch went with ease

So naturally

Like the air she breathed

She missed it so

With all that she was

She couldn’t give

To anyone else

So she did what she could

Poured the mango oil onto her skin

Rubbed it in

Made her legs smooth as silk

Reached up as high as she could

Missed a few spots

Here and there

But she didn’t care

She smelled like herself

Coconut oil

Jasmine and chocolate

With tinges of mango

If you got close enough

To kiss her

But only then

Because she believed

Scent was part of the magic

Making it hard to think straight

As she laid back

And let Sleep lead the dance

That she knew she needed

As well as she knew

How good the mango oil felt on her

👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead

12 49 a.m. April 21 2020

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Still Alive

There’s an old tree

Given to me

Many years ago

Bought for one dollar in a pretty pot

That was worth more

I planted it with high hopes

Not knowing what it was to become

It grew and spread

It’s branches to the sky

The roots became the resting place

For some of our beloves

I took that dollar tree for granted

Till the days I noticed

It wasn’t sprouting any new leaves

The branches seemed to break with ease

As if it had lost all of it’s strength

For a fleeting moment

I thought of taking the old chainsaw and cutting it down

Until I sat outside, wrapped up in covers

Drinking coffee

Listening to the birds

Hearing the Spirit

Speak softly to me

Reminding me, tenderly

There’s beauty and purpose left in this tree

There’s always more that meets the eye

Look for the treasures

Find the light

Make something out of nothing

Just like you were taught

So I decided, right then and there

This old dollar tree was still alive

Branches reach up to the sky

Singing a song

“Every blessing You pour out

I’ll turn back into praise”

I saw the chance

Without the leaves

It became a place to hang

Things that made my soul dance within my body

Pieces that would be discarded or forgotten

Take on a new life

With beauty and purpose

A few bells to ring

A yellow tire swing

Metal pitcher

Heart made from a hanger

Baubles and beads that had been collecting dust

Found themselves hanging up, gracing the branches

This old dollar tree

Still has lessons for me

There’s beauty and purpose in everything

I can hear the voice

Of the woman that raised me

“Don’t you dare give up on anything, all it needs is love.”

Beauty and purpose

Is still alive

Jeanna’ Mead

April 20 2020

7 12 a.m

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Cry Out

CRY OUT IN YOUR WEAKNESS

A dragon was pulling a bear into its terrible mouth
A courageous man went and rescued the bear.

There are such helpers in the world, who rush to save
anyone who cries out. Like mercy itself,
they run toward the screaming.
And they can’t be bought off.

If you were to ask one of those, “Why did you come
so quickly?” he or she would say, “Because I heard your helplessness.”
Where lowland is,
that’s where water goes.
All medicine wants is pain to cure.

And don’t just ask for one mercy.
Let them flood in. Let the sky open under your feet.
Take the cotton out of your ears, the cotton
of consolations, so you can hear the sphere-music.
Push the hair out of your eyes.
Blow the phlegm from your nose,
and from your brain.
Let the wind breeze through.
Leave no residue in yourself from that bilious fever.
Take the cure for impotence,
that your manhood may shoot forth,
and a hundred new beings come of your coming.
Tear the binding from around the foot
of your soul, and let it race around the track
in front of the crowd.
Loosen the knot of greed
so tight on your neck.

Accept your new good luck.

Give your weakness
to one who helps.

Crying out loud and weeping are great resources.
A nursing mother, all she does
is wait to hear her child.
Just a little beginning-whimper,
and she’s there.
God created the child, that is, your wanting,
so that it might cry out, so that milk might come.

Cry out! Don’t be stolid and silent
with your pain. Lament! And let the milk
of loving flow into you.

The hard rain and wind
are ways the cloud has
to take care of us.

Be patient.
Respond to every call
that excites your spirit.
Ignore those that make you fearful
and sad, that degrade you
back toward disease and death.

RUMI

💙👣

I read this because my teacher, David, posted it on our Deep Massage Society page,

This opened the door for my own words to flow.

👣♥️.

She didn’t feel the need

To say much of anything

To anyone at all

She didn’t cry out

But instead she stood

With her hands wide open

Just like her heart

She breathed in and exhaled

Let every thought go wherever it would be received

Maybe someone needed the words she had written

Maybe someone would read between the lines

Maybe she would be able to give what another cried out for

Maybe so

She believed anyway

What she knew for absolute certainty

Was that The Creator knew her soul well, so well

Knew what she needed

What she wanted, too

Knew the treasures she was seeking

And how they would be found

As long as she continued

To stand with her hands open wide

Ready to receive

Whatever her heart believed

She had no need to cry out loud

Because the Universe could hear

The whispers of her soul

The itch of her fingers

To fill the voids

The way she stood

Beckoning with her hands

For things to fill in

Capture her imagination and fill up her heart

It was so simple

So beautiful

When she responded to every call that excited her spirit

By simply standing there

With the door to her heart wide open

And her hands ready to receive and to give

Just as freely

As her soul cried out for.

👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead

4.15.20. 10 07a.m

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It Would Have To Do

She knew better

But did it anyway

Too tired to do more

She settled for

Just a bowl of cereal

A pitiful excuse for dinner

The events of the world

Kept her from running out to get what she wanted

She knew better

Knew full well

She would pay the piper

Pay damn well

Cause when the oh-so-familiar growling

Woke her up one again

She walked barefoot

Stood staring at the choices

It wasn’t what she wanted

But it would have to do

And maybe it would be enough

To tide her over and let her sleep a little bit longer…

👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead

April 11,2020. 3;55 a.mñ

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The Moon

She looked straight up at the moon
Felt like the moon was watching her
This time around
Saw how she kept parts of herself hidden
Just like the moon
How sometimes she seemed to shine
Brighter than ever
Just like the moon
And other times,
She disappeared
Into the clouds
And the night
Invisible unless someone knew
What to use and how to find
Her and the moon💙👣

Jeanna’ Mead

April 10 2020

My friend sent me this after reading The Moon …I had to edit and add it… He’s on my wavelength, that City Boy knows this Country Girl…

.Why I Love the Moon 🌙https://youtu.be/eO4Yb6YosRI

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So Good

Yesterday I stepped inside

My special space

Felt the peace I always receive

But then I got more than I expected

So good

From so far

A letter containing dollar bills

Signed from someone who knew

What I was going through

Wildflower shoots blooming through

In places where I had scattered seeds

Just like confetti

A dark chocolate bar saved for a day such as this

It’s all so good

I stepped away

And shut the door

Left part of my heart

While the rest of me was tickled pink

By how so good things could be.

👣🧡 Jeanna’ Mead

8.11 a.m. 3.31.20 http://www.JeannaSoul.com

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Crazy Times

She never thought the day would come

That the doors would have to be shut

Keeping her from doing what she loves

But it’s crazy times just now

What she does isn’t deemed “essential”

And she knows damn well it’s not quite true

That’s just like beauty

In the eye of the beholder

Crazy to believe it anyways

But she aches to touch

Aches to be touched

Misses the music and the lyrics

The good vibes

The scent of coconut oil on her hands

The feel of another person’s skin

She misses the pulse she feels, the rise and fall of breath

She longs to be needed,to fill the void

To step up and press down

Give her all and get more

It’s crazy how she knows

What to do and when and where to go

But right now

These crazy times

Are keeping her

From doing what she loves

So she’ll make do

In other ways

Hold her breath

Find the treasures

On the ragged edges

And make it through

These crazy times

Until she can do what she was born to do.

👣🧡 Jeanna’ Mead

3.31.20. 6 46 a.m

http://www.jeannasoul.com