Fingerprints

“Values are like fingerprints. Nobody’s are the same, but you leave ’em all over everything you do…” – Elvis Presley

She didn’t quite trust

Her own fingerprints

She wouldn’t use them

To keep her secrets locked in

For fear they would lock her out instead

She felt like her fingerprints had changed

With pressure and time

As she touched other people

Over and over

Over and over,again

Rubbing in love

Rubbing out pain

Leaving parts of her skin

Bits of her soul

In each stroke

No wonder she didn’t quite trust

Her own fingerprints

It seemed like she had

Too much of others carved into her skin

Just like the way she became

Just a little,tiny bit different

With every one she knew

Just enough to make a difference

She became who and what

Was needed at any given moment

Giving parts of her heart

Holding back parts of her body

She felt as if she was covered with the fingerprints of others

Just as surely as she had left her own

Invisible on the skin

Penetrated deep within

Down into the bones

Stained on the soul

Fingerprints

That couldn’t quite be trusted

To hold up in a court of law

But they could be trusted to hold on

To the secrets she kept

intertwined

Overlapped

Buried deep

Burned into

Her very own fingerprints

That she didn’t trust

To look the same

Over and over

Over and over,again

👣❤Jeanna’ Mead

6 46 a.m 4-7-19

Www.jeannasoul.com

My cell phone and my bank account offer the option of a fingerprint identification. I tried using it..only to get myself locked out.

I placed my finger precisely as instructed,over and over again, and it would not accept my fingerprint the second time around.

Maybe all the years of rubbing others,of burning my fingers on hot stones, cast iron pans, boiling water and this,that and another has changed my fingerprints.

I know that I have changed….I have taken all my experiences and those of the people I’ve touched and it has made me a different woman..I’m passionate..compassionate, forgiving and fiercely protective because I’ve been broken, buried,burned and blossomed into who I ask now and I wouldn’t change any of it..just like my fingerprints…these life experiences have made me who and what I was meant to be.

Dreams Come True

DREAMS COMING TRUE

Everyone’s got a dream inside of them that they want to live out. Though the main excuse for massage is musculo-skeletal pain, often it is the pain of dreams unlived.

It is not our job to identify people’s dreams, interpret them, or to make them come true. But every tension you relieve from the body, frees people up to use their energy for higher purposes. And, who knows, with this systematic and caring relief of old and new tensions, what dreams may come true?

Believe in yourself and in your clients’ right to dream and in our ability to realize our dreams.

– David Lauterstein

Deep Massage Society

Touch me and feel me

Make my dreams come true

Hold my body in such a way

That my heart can feel brave

Trace my face, my eyes,my lips

With your fingertips

Know every curve and every scar

Memorize each part

So you will recognize me

Even in the dark

Place your hands into my hair

Cup my head and take me where

My dreams can come true.

❤👣Jeanna’ Mead

6 04 a.m 4-7-19

Www.jeannasoul.com

Playing With Words

She purrs when she’s doing
What she pleases
Drinking what she wants
Laying in the company of the few kindred spirits
Savoring chocolates
Writing words
Kneading bodies
It’s just the way she is
A wildcat
That seems so tame
Except by those
That have heard
Her purr turn
Into a roar

👣❤ Jeanna’ Mead
725 a.m 3-19-19

He left room
Blank spaces
At the bottom
Of the page
Tempting her
To leave her mark
Expose some truths
Bare her skin
And her heart
Reach across the darkness
Tie up the loose ends
Make him yearn for more
Room
For whatever she wanted to do.

👣❤Jeanna’
7 31 a.m

132 seconds

She counted each one

To see how long

It would take

She knew it wouldn’t

Be long

132 seconds

From start to finish

Beginning to end

That’s all it took

To be done

👣💔 Jeanna’ Mead

7 00 a.m 3-20-19

Www.jeannasoul.com

Drawing

Circles

Writing words

Fingers on skin

Instead of

Pens on paper

Blank canvas

She wondered

If she could hand over

Fine tip markers

Climb up

Lay down

Let go

Release all expectations

Just to see

Which words

What art

Would appear

On her skin

👣💙Jeanna’ Mead

709 a.m 3-20-19