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My vision for you

I hope you fall
In love
with many things

Different people

And your own reflection

In the mirror

I hope you surrender

to the heat

of the moment

To the instincts you have

To the taste of what you’ve eaten

And the music that you feel

I hope you climb

over obstacles

Your own and those God made

and cross boundaries

Made by man and by land

I hope you are kissed

With sheer delight

While giggling

With deep passion

Upon the third eye

In the middle of the night

When the sun rises

And when you least expect it

I hope you reach

for your goals

And your dreams

To help someone up

And hold someone close

To bridge the gap

I hope you dance

in the arms of someone

outside under the stars

All by yourself

And whenever the music stirs your soul
I hope you settle
for a little chaos
dirt. dust and piles
so that you can
have more fun

I hope you say “YES”
when you want
and “NO” only when
you really mean it

I hope you walk
with love

Down the beaten path

Into quirky stores

On treasure hunts

Holding hands

And filling your own

With beautiful flowers
and stones

I hope you dare

To live generously

Love extravagantly

As if this is the only life you have

Jeanna’ Mead

7 41 a.m. January 1 2020

http://www.jeannasoul.com

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She Knew

Listening to this song while drinking coffee in Christmas morning

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Mary knew. I’m sure of it.

A woman’s intuition.

She knew and she kissed her baby boy knowing full well she was kissing the face of God.

She wasn’t intimidated. She wasn’t afraid. She was His mother and she did what came naturally. She kissed Him. She loved Him. She held Him and she soothed Him.

She gave Him love and she received love back.

Imagine this, the Lord Jesus snuggling up to His mom, nestling in her embrace, loved and accepted, cherished and wanted.

Mary was filling His needs-for warmth, for food, for shelter, for attention, for compassion, for change (yes, He had to be changed.. yes,even the baby Jesus pooped).

We tend to gloss over some parts but we shouldn’t, it’s the truth.

Babies need to be changed and sometimes it stinks and it’s messy but we do it anyways, because that’s what love does.

Love does what’s necessary and what’s good and what has to be done.

Not just the things that look good and feel good, but the hard things, the tiring things and the things that take time and energy.

Mary knew it had to be done and she did it with love, with intention, and with gratitude that she was the one who was the chosen to do so.

Chosen.

Think about that for a second.

Mary was chosen to be the mother of Jesus.

And she knew it.

She didn’t understand why, but she knew she was.

So she kissed her baby boy and she kissed the face of God and He, in return, kissed her.

Today when you choose to kiss someone, kiss them with the intention and knowledge that you are kissing the face of God, too.

There is truth there.. for each and every person was created by God, for a reason and a plan that He alone understands.

We need to remember this…

Just as Mary gave Love to her baby boy, we need to give love, not just gifts wrapped in paper and tied with ribbons, with tags of a few chosen people.

We need to give love generously, gently, graciously to those people that cross our paths, that come into our lives, that somehow bump into us.

Ever stop and think that maybe, just maybe God chose that meeting, chose that person to come into your life, chose YOU to be the one that’s present and in awe of the chance to give and receive love.

Kind of like Mary was.

I think we know this.

Intuition.

We know that Love is the greatest gift we have.

So please give it, receive it, share it, find it, celebrate it, embrace it and be it.

Choose to be like Mary and choose to be like God .

I think we all want to do this just has we instinctively know that Love is what we should be giving, but we get intimidated and afraid.

We fall back on rules and regulations and on lists and others things.

We choose.

Sometimes we choose not to love, not to give, not to receive, not to embrace and not to be present and in awe.

Isn’t that a shame?

Think about it… A baby needs a mother.. needs to be held and touched, to be nurtured and loved.

It’s that simple.

And really, so is everything else.

Mary knew that.

And so do we, deep down in our soul.

So Merry Christmas, may you love more and be loved more.

Jeanna’Mead

7 32 a.m. 12.25.19

http://www.jeannasoul.com

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Bliss, Snake Oil, and Kisses

She opens up the very last tiny vial

Breathes in the intoxicating scent

That took her back in time

Broke her heart just a little

Made her wonder

And remember

Once upon a time

She stood up on her tippy toes

To reach as high as she could

Held on and let go

All at once

This morning she decided she wouldn’t wait

Any longer

Expect anyone else to know

Her beloved favorites

Scents and words

She had always worn

That she longed to have more

A woman once grabbed her

Pressed her lips

Against her hand

Breathed in and said,

“You smell like a head shop, a little booze and musk… It suits you well”

“It’s mysterious and inviting”

She could only laugh

At the idea

That she was mysterious and inviting

Weren’t those two things a contradiction

At the very least

But secretly she knew

She was someone’s idea of bliss

She was a little too intense

A bit too sensual

Scared a few just a little

Made others long for more

She read lips and minds

Understood the language of the eyes

She laid the stones

Spoke the words

Filled the air with clarity

And sometimes it was a bit too much

A little snake oil, blood kisses, mixed with bliss and twenty one vices

She couldn’t resist any longer

The very last vial had shown her

If she wanted something, she must be the one

Instead of waiting for someone else

She knew herself best

What she wanted to be

Mysterious and inviting

👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead

6 17 a.m. 12.23.19

(For the giver of Bliss .. Words become art)

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She Will Live

Only a handful of people know how hard the last few years have been.

I’ve held it together pretty damn well.

I’ve learned so much about who I am, who I was and who I will be.

I’ve discovered my real friends and found out who wasn’t.

I’ve found out how to surrender and how to let go, when take the reins and when to let them loose.

I’ve given and I’ve received.

I’ve broken rules, stepped over boundaries, thrown out lifelines and caught a few myself.

I’ve fallen.

I’ve gotten up.

I’ve came real close to losing everything and real close to making it great.

I’ve made my share of mistakes. I trusted when I shouldn’t have and I’ve ignored my own instincts when I should have trusted those even more.

I’ve made lists..way too many of them.. Filled with things j wanted to do but not of things I’ve actually done.

One great friend told me it was time to quit writing and start doing and he promised to make damn sure.

Then I began to find others that I could trust and that believed in what I was.

That’s a game changer.

I’ve slept alone and I’ve slept Tangled in sheets with others. I’ve slept on massage tables, couches and beds but I want to sleep outside under the stars, in a cabin, on the deck, and while sunbathing on a boat. I want to sleep in beautiful lingerie and with nothing on my skin and in flannel PJs that smell of campfire smoke.

I want to make love more and make love differently.

Making love isn’t the same as having sex. It’s an intimate act that is of the mind and soul not just the body.

A few years ago, I had read the quote, “Make More Love” and I printed out 60 cards with those words.

When I handed them to clients, some would blush, some would wink and flirt and some would break my heart.

One woman grabbed my hand, collapsed into my arms and after crying said, “I haven’t made love in 20 years”

I held her. Then she said.” That’s why I come to you.. It feels like you’re making love to me in a sense. You’re the only one that touches my face, that touches my back, that sees my scars and it’s all I have.”

When she left, I cried for her.

That’s making love. That’s what I want to do more of.

I don’t want one more year to disappear into thin air with nothing to show for it.

That’s why…. This year, I’m going to LIVE.

I’m going to say “YES!”

I’m going to dance.

I’m going to invite and accept invitations.

I’m going to push the limits, jump over the lines, cross the boundaries and break the rules beautifully, deliberately and well.

Damn straight I am.. And maybe, just maybe you will, too

#Vision2020

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Broken Rules

Sometimes

To do what’s right

You’ve got to break

The rules

Overstep the boundaries

Put by someone else

Sometimes you have to

Trust your instincts

Let your intuition

Be the guide

Do what feels right

Even though it

Breaks the rules

Regulations

All that jazz

There are going to be times

When it doesn’t make sense

To do anything else

But break the rules

Beautifully

Deliberately

And well

Knowing that it is

What is best

For the moment

Right now

👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead

6 29 a.m. 12.22.19

http://www.jeannasoul.com

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Men

Open letter to men,

I want you to know that I see the ways in which we (women) have contributed to the wounding of the masculine psyche.

We don’t often recognize that while we talk about how men have hurt women in this culture, women are also hurting men.

With our words, our actions, and our unreasonable exceptions of you.

I want you to know that being vulnerable is masculine.

That to give me the gift of seeing you in your vulnerability is a blessing, not something to curse.

I want you to know that I will never tell you to “man-up” again. It must hurt to hear that when you are stumbling, you are no longer perceived as a man.

You may even be confused as to what’s expected of you now that so much has changed.

Dear men, we still want you. We still need you.

I want you to know that your energy, your presence, your commitment and your devotion show me that I am safe, protected and cared for.

I want you to know that I can hold space for you too, just like you do for me.

I can witness your emotions, sit with your tears, or be with you when you’re confused.

You are human, it’s ok if you stumble.

I will not leave you if you cry.

I want you to know that you’re not expected to perform or be ready to at all times.

Most of all, making love is about presence, it’s about passion, it’s about true connection.

Make eye contact with me when our bodies connect, show me you’re with me, give me your energy, and you will feel our passion rise to create true love.

When things go sideways let’s laugh together. Intimacy is more than just sex, it’s about kisses, snuggles, eye-gazing, and conversation. It’s many forms of expression.

I want you to know, that you are most attractive when you are fully expressed. I want to see you dance, to laugh, to play, to hug and give/receive love.

Dear men, you are safe to be yourself.

As a woman, I promise to do my best to contribute to the rising and healing of the masculine, alongside the feminine.

This is not a one sided journey. We need women to rise, and we need men. We need you too, so please show up with us.

I want you to know that I see you.

You are valuable beyond measure and the gifts you provide are different and unique to what a woman provides, and this is why communities are made up of all genders, not just men or just women.

We are meant to work together, to support one another, to cherish each others differences, not demonize them because we have false expectations that aren’t being met.

I want you to know that I will do my healing work and support women in theirs so that projections of the mother or father are not placed upon you in relationship. And I invite you to do the same.

You are not responsible for my happiness. It is not your job to “fix me”.

You have the opportunity to lead as a conscious man in this world. To demonstrate what it’s like to live with an open heart, as a humble leader with a mission.

And I believe in you.

~ Rising Woman ~

Sometimes I must share what I’ve read and how it touches my soul.

This does.

A few days ago, another woman made a post about how when a man leaves his cell phone on silent, and turned face down, and has to unlock it when he picks it up, it means he’s messing around. She didn’t know the man but had been observing him at a coffee shop. She was quick to jump all over his case by the way he had his cell phone.

I couldn’t just let it go.

“Maybe he’s deaf, maybe he’s a massage therapist, maybe he’s a First Responder and knows what happens when a phone lands in the wrong hands.

She got her panties twisted… “That’s the way most men are.”

Bullshit.

I love men.

My best friends are men.

I’m married to a man.

I have three grown ass sons that are good men.

I know they are not perfect but neither am I or any other women out there.

When I need a real friend, it’s my guys that come.. when I’m working late, it’s my guy friends that check on me, when I’m at the gym, it’s the guys that stop by and talk to me.

Most of my clients are guys.

I realized the reason why.

I make them comfortable. They can be vulnerable and strong. They can be silent or talk to me. They can fall asleep and know they are safe.

I hold space and I hold hands. I hold secrets and I hold their regrets. I hold on when they are falling apart and I hold back the demons when they feeling attacked and alone.

I’m a man lover. I will not let men be trashed or painted with broad brushes.

I will take them as they are and make them into what they want to be.

I’m gonna stand by my man…. Every single one of them.

And that’s all I got to say about that.

👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead

6 22 a.m. 12.18.19

http://www.jeannasoul.com