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.
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.”
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
What do you know
What do you think
What goes on
Behind the scenes
Inside the hearts?
Who’s naughty and who’s nice?
Do you check the list
Mark it twice?
Give gold stars
For extra effort?
Do you read between the lines
Or do you read minds?
Oh, Mister Santa
Is it true
That we only get
What we expect?
If I make a list
Will it be read?
Could I count on you, Mr Santa
Do you think I’ve been good?
I certainly try
Try again and again
I do my best
Oh, Mr Santa
Sometimes I slip
I sneak in
When I shouldn’t
Skip a workout
That I should have done
I tell little white lies
Sweet talk a bit too much
I got caught flirting
Didn’t mean a thing
I had too much whiskey
And not enough to eat
I fell asleep
When I should have been listening
I forgot to meet a deadline
Got distracted by a story I was writing
Oh, goodness gracious, Santa
But I sure do I try
I give a little bit too much
Go a little crazy
From time to time
But, then again
I gotta live this
One wild and precious life
So, Mister Santa
Cut me some slack
Give a gal a break
I’m doing pretty good
And this is what I’ll like
If you’ll just pretty please
Have a little mercy on me
Dang gum dog did it again and again
Got into my lingerie
So I need more lace underthings
My cowboy boots are getting worn thin
God knows a gal can never have too many pairs
A red lipstick and a good pen
A steady clientele
Boxes of sheets in bright colors and every pattern
Salsa dance lessons
A flight across the sky
And hands to hold
Words on wood
And times with friends
After a night of dancing
Mr Santa, oh, what can I say
Let me explain
Most of what I want
Can’t be wrapped
Or placed underneath the tree
I’ll love to have some company
A walk on the wild side
To ride a horse on the beach
Grab a kayak and go for the day
Camp out under the stars
Cuddle up to stay warm
I’ll like to walk across the stage
Speak my mind about so many things
Get a few things lifted
Gray taken away
Maybe personal training is what I need
Oh, Mr Santa
What can I say?
I’m not no angel but, then again,
You could say the same
Most of the time
We are both
Trying our very best
Making a list
Checking it twice
We don’t pout
We don’t shout
We keep things light
And we jingle as we step
Once in a blue moon
Just once in a while
We might slip
But that’s alright
Because most of the time
Nine times out of ten
We do the best we can
Don’t you agree,Mr Santa, with me?
7 53 a.m
Here’s the truth
I want more
And there is only one way to get it
By doing more
I want more
The only way to get more
Is to work more
So that I can
I must plan more
Write it down
Just like my friend said
Turn my list of dreams
Into a list marked
👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead
634 a.m. 12.11.19
BY MADISYN TAYLOR of DailyOM
A surrender box is a tool to help us to let go of our burdens so the universe can take care of them for us.
There are times when our minds become too full. Our to-do lists, worries, plans, and dreams may be so crowded together in our heads that we don’t have room to think.
We may believe that we are somehow taking care of our desires and concerns by keeping them at the forefront of our minds.
In maintaining our mental hold on every detail, however, we may actually delay the realization of our dreams and the resolution of our worries because we won’t let them go.
At times such as these, we may want to use a surrender box.
A surrender box allows us to let go of our worries and desires so the universe can take care of them for us.
We write down what we want or need to happen and then place the note into a box.
By writing and placing our thoughts in the box, we are taking action and letting the universe know we need help and are willing to surrender our feelings.
We give ourselves permission to not concern ourselves with that problem any longer and trust that the universe is taking care of it. You may even want to decorate your box and place it in a special place.
Your surrender box is a sacred container for your worries.
Not only do you free up space in your mind by letting go of our worries and desires and dropping them into your surrender box, but you are giving your burden over to a higher power. Once we drop our worries and desires into
the surrender box, we free our minds so we can be fully present in each moment.
Surrendering our worries and concerns and placing them in the hands of the universe doesn’t mean that we’ve given up or have been defeated.
Instead, we are releasing the realization of our desires and the resolution of our worries and no longer concerning ourselves with their outcomes.
It’s always fun to go back and pull the slips of paper out of the box once your requests have been granted.
And it’s amazing how quickly problems go away and dreams come true when we finally let go and allow a higher power to help us.
👣💙 These are not my words but I wanted to n place it here because it is such a beautiful gesture, such an act of trust
“I surrender all
All to Thee
My precious Saviour
I surrender all”
I can hear my Mema singing those lyrics, the Baptist hymnal in her hands as she tried to teach me to carry the tune along with her.
“I surrender all”
There’s something else when I give bodywork, I am so thankful for the ones that do surrender all, giving me their body and their soul, letting me work and trusting the process.
These are the ones that receive so much more because they are open n to the gift of healing touch.
I am learning to surrender my own body and soul, too, to receive as well as give.
Surrender isn’t waving a white flag, it’s opening up your heart and seeing what can happen if only you surrender your limitations.
I never learned to carry a tune by myself but when I surrender to another voice leading me, I can become part of the song.
I surrender all
👣💙 Jeanna’ Mead
615 a.m. 12.10.19
“You need to quit writing lists and poems about what you are going to do and start writing about things you’ve done.”-Kettle 11.30.19
It takes a real friend
That’s been around
Long enough to know
All the stories of your soul
It takes a long time
To get underneath the skin
Pull back the mask
And find out who you are within
It takes a special bond
It speak the truth
To raise the bar
Tell it like is
And I swear that I’m so glad
I’ve got that kind of friend
“This past week, I’ve had lots of time to think. Several things keep coming up … the simple realization of what stirs my soul, what I need and want in my life.
Sometimes I’m just not sure where to begin but I know I want to take the next steps.
I want to learn more-about different massage techniques, about different dance styles, about nutrition and wellness, about writing and understanding.
I want to surround myself with positive people, with great music, with interesting books, with creativity and wonderful food and drinks.
I want to discuss literature, philosophy, energy, beauty, and the fine art of living well and loving much.
I want to work with my hands and feet and my soul..using therapeutic massage to touch as many as possible…..I want my studio to be a sanctuary,a safe place to recharge, release, relax, and be still.
I want to take trips and discover things outside my comfort zone.
I want to give my children roots and wings,encouragement and security….and spoil my granddaughter rotten!
I want to open my home, my heart and my arms to possibilities.
I want to train so hard that I never again say “no” when I really want to say “YES!” I want to be ready for adventure, for a dance, for an escape, for a lesson, for a simple trip, for the beach, for anything and everything that strikes my fancy.
I want to live up to this word !” Pot-11-30-2013
Six years ago, I had written the above statement in my journal.
I haven’t done right by my soul or my body.. and this list has been neglected in ways I hate to admit to myself.
I haven’t opened my home up at all…. The last few years have been a struggle that I have wrestled with… Keeping my home, keeping my peace, keeping my marriage and my family intact has taken much more time that I thought.
It’s been a roller coaster and I haven’t had any of the gatherings or parties that I’ve wanted to.
But I have learned new modalities and I have created a sacred space for bodywork… One so beautiful and peaceful that I often stay there overnight myself.
Clients have became friends and my soul dances within my body when I’m there.
I haven’t traveled…and that really bothers me.
Other than driving into Oklahoma to the horse ranch, and to Austin for classes, I haven’t gone anywhere.
That’s a crying shame.
I have started and stopped so many workout programs… Putting off my own body to care for others, and in doing so, I’ve became less of myself.
I’m not as strong as I was.
I’m not as confident that I can do things I love.
I hesitate before I leap.
I second guess before I strap on my heels or take off my knee wrap.
I look in the mirror and wonder what happened.
I KNOW what happened.
I let it happen.
I wrote poems and lists of what I wanted instead of actually doing it.
Damn fool I am.
My friend reminded me. Straight shooter just like I am.
He’s going to hold me accountable. I know he will and he’ll be checking things off that list and reading poems about what I’ve done and where I’ve been and I’m going to do the same for him.
It’s time to quit writing and start living.
👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead
On her bed
Wearing red shoes.
Drinking white wine
Right now anyway
For the moment
But she would to
If by chance
She got the chance
To kick off
Those red shoes
Swallow that white wine
And go out
Painting the town this. Drinking white wine
Taking shots of whiskey
Living in the moment
Chaotic and chosen
Thanksgiving… As you give thanks today, give a damn about what really matters and who really matters.
Give a damn about your health.. about your body, your spirit, your mind. . Give a damn about who is standing in your corner, lifting you up, dancing with you, giving you courage and strength when you need.
Give a damn to the ones that invite you, include you, excite you and inspire you.
Give a damn about how you feel and look and act.
Give a damn about the beauty, the goodness, the fragility of life.
Give a damn about who repeats for you, who waits for you and who pursues you .
Don’t give a damn about anything that doesn’t make your soul dance within your body.
Don’t give a damn about things you can’t control.
It’s Thanksgiving.. give a damn, a whole, whole lot of Damns about what you feel is worth giving a damn about.
#damnstraight #jeannasoul #myownwords #writingmyheartout
Two weeks ago, I had a new client finally come in to see me.
We had interacted on social media for months and I knew he was following me on my posts on Facebook and Instagram.
This is how it is with First Responders and Veterans. They take their time, learning about who I am and what I do before they come into my place and receive bodywork.
It takes time. It takes trust. It doesn’t happen overnight. It can’t be rushed.
I know this and I just let it come when it does. I open the door to communicate and I let them gaze at the door as long as it takes before they walk across the threshold and into my space.
And I’m ready when they do.
Most of the time.
I’m not always prepared, though, for everything that happens.
You see, while I have the door open so I can gain their trust, something else happens.
I become known. I become seen. I become vulnerable. I get touched in all kinds of ways.
And sometimes it reminds me of who I was and who I need to be.
Days after his session, my client sends me this video with the comment,”The girl on the right reminds me of you.”
I clicked it.
I was transfixed.
It was like looking in the mirror, seeing myself again.
The girl I was. The woman I am.
Tears ran down my face.
I watched it again and again.
I got home and walked into my closet.
I have a dress almost exactly like that, still.
I turned on the music, really, really loud.
I begin to dance.
I caught my reflection in the mirror.
I was smiling.
The big, real, genuine Jack O’Lantern smile that Mema always said gave me away.
“Gave me away.”
That’s what it is… Some things just give you away, give away your passions, your pleasures, your so-called “buttons” that only people that take the time to watch and see, listen and learn, find out about you.
It’s a romance in many ways.
I know that it’s a give and take, to give fully, one must be willing to receive fully, too.
An open door goes both ways.. One can come in and one can go out.
One can see inside and one can be seen from outside.
I know my client doesn’t realize the gift he gave me when he sent the video.
It is a gift, though, in a very beautiful way.
He reminded me of what one of my heart desires is, of something I had pushed way back and let go of.
I needed this reminder so very much.
It made me stop and think and write down what I wanted and needed in my life.
To be known and loved.
To know and love.
To dance on the edge.
To dance again.
To open doors.
To come back.
To go forward.
Bad romances and all.
To be the woman in the dress, dancing my heart out.
👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead
938 a.m. 11.26.19
Maybe it was meant to be
But when he kissed her
On the head
She knew what he meant
Maybe it should have come
As a surprise
When his lips meet hers
But he laughed and said
“That’s what you get
From standing under the mistletoe”
She was from another country
Where kissing was common place
When she greeted her
It was full on the lips
And she stood there
Slightly off guard
For just a moment before
She realized what it was
She’s been kissed
Ten thousand times
Kissed by strangers, friends and Lovers
She’s kissed the living and the dead
Little children and babies in bed
She kissed an old man
In a grocery aisle
A young guy in a darkened bar
She kissed away the pain
And her kisses bought heartache
She kissed with everything she had
And she kissed with just her lips
Her kisses tasted like cinnamon sugar
Maple syrup and pancakes
She left lip prints
Hands, necks and cheeks
On the envelopes of letters
But most of them were rubbed in
Leaving only the memory
Of where when they had been
Kissed and other things had happened
💙👣 Jeanna’ Mead
8 06 a.m. 11.23.19