Here I am, again.

It’s been a while
Little too long
Since I’ve let my words flow

It’s been a little crazy
And a little bit hard
I haven’t made the time
To sit down and write

But, here I am again
Starting all over

It’s another brand new year
It feels like a brand new chance

I’ve made some promises
Wiped away all my excuses
Here I am again

Writing my heart out
Because that’s what comes

Jeanna’ Mead
1.2.21 7 30 a.m


Red Lips and Real Life

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

Real life living

👣❤️☕ Jeanna’ Mead

7 28 a.m. Dec 9 2020


Greatest Fear

At 3 32 in the afternoon, I laid my phone on my massage table and went into the tiny toliet closer in my massage room.

I was expecting a client at 345, so I was doing what I always did- using the restroom, washing my hands, preparing for the massage.

I unbuttoned my jeans, sat on the toilet and pulled the door shut.

After doing my business, I stood up, zipped and buttoned my jeans, buckled my belt and then reached for the knob.

It turned, over and over, and wouldn’t open. The bolt was stuck and not turning with the knob.

I reached above me on the top of the door and grabbed the skelton key although I knew in my heart that this wasn’t the issue.

The skelton key turned easily but the door still wouldn’t open.

I lost it. I begin screaming and kicking the door with my cowboy boots, banging my fists over and over on the solid oak door with no avail.

I was so scared. Trembling with panic and fear, I kept turning the knob, pushing against the door, screaming as loud as I could.

It felt like forever. It WAS forever to me.

Then I hear something…. I scream, “Help me, help me, help me!”

I couldn’t hear what was being said or done, and I continued screaming and kicking the door.

Seconds later, I hear another key trying to open the door. I scream that it’s not the skelton part but the knob instead.

Laura pulled and pulled and finally got the door opened. I ran from the toliet closet across the room and fell on the floor against the wall, crying hysterically.

Laura’s instincts had saved me.

When I had stepped into my toliet closet, Laura had began talking to a new client and going over what he wanted for his massage.

Then Laura had done what we always do.

She went into the hall bathroom. She did her business and washed her hands. She also felt vibrations that weren’t usual.

That was the vibrations of my boots against the wood floors and the door.

She walked down to the waiting area right outside my door and asked the man waiting if he had seen me.

He replied that he hadn’t and that he was there for his 345 appointment but that I hadn’t came to get him yet.

Laura knew then that something wasn’t right.

She opened the door to my room and noticed my phone on the massage table.

She felt the vibrations again and rushed to the bathroom where she heard my screams.

When she couldn’t get the door opened at first, she ran back to her room for the keys and tried that.

It took strength to pull the door open, it took intuition to know something was terribly wrong. She had both.

After I had calmed down a little, I asked Laura if Robert, my client,was there. She said he was. I told her to go get him and then to go back to her own client that was waiting for his massage you begin.

It took a minute or two before I could calm down enough to talk to my client, but I felt the strength and calmness from this big, gentle man that I’ve worked on for years.

I asked him to just hold me for a minute and he did. A strong, comforting embrace. Enough to let me ground myself and be centered again.

He asked if he should come again another day and, with tears in my eyes, I asked him to please let me work on him anyway.

I explained that when I massage, I feel powerful and I feel that I can trust myself, trust my instincts, trust my intuition and trust my body. I feel in control when I’m doing what I love and I needed that.

Oh, how I needed to give a massage after losing control of myself in a toliet closet.

He agreed. I stepped out and let him get on the table and when I laid my hands on his back, the rush of emotion hit me fully.

I wasn’t trapped anymore. I wasn’t scared anymore. I was safe. I was strong. I was capable.

I don’t remember much more about the massage itself. I remember wiping tears on my shirt as I worked. I remember his breathing was deep and slow. I remember how I felt calmer and calmer as I moved through each stroke.

What I will never forget is the way Laura’s instincts kicked into place and saved me and how Robert was so understanding and compassionate.

I will also never again shut the door on the toliet closet when I need to do my business. Instead I’ll shut the door to my massage room so that my greatest fear of being trapped won’t happen again.

Jeanna’ Mead
7 29 a.m 11.15.20


September 11, Then and Now

On this date, September 11,the world changed forever.

So many people woke up and had no idea it would be their last kiss, last words, last hug.
It was. They didn’t choose that.

The First Responders kept going again and again, doing what they were trained for… They choose and the world of those that loved them changed forever.

Today, choose to change the world again ,by spreading as much love as you can.

While we say that we will “never forget”, in truth ,we’ve became apathetic, harden,unforgiving and bitter in so many ways.

We look for flaws instead of beauty,we make excuses instead of plans,we neglect those we love too often, we hesitate to give generously and to offer our best.

We give lip service to cute pictures and posts, but in reality,we are so self absorbed that we miss out on so much.

Today, you can be the first to say “I’m sorry”, the first to say “I love you” and the first to offer an embrace. It may very well be the last chance you get, so don’t let your life be filled with regret.

We have lived so much of 2020 on the edge…
Far too many people are wearing masks that hide smiles, standing far apart instead of touching, waiting for a magical vaccine or the end of Covid….

The thing is, fear is stealing joy, it’s taking away precious time and beautiful memories.

The towers fell down because of terrorists .

We are allowing another kind of terror to take over our lives- the fear of the unknown and the little known…we are so damn afraid of dying, that we do not live fully.

I don’t know all the answers but I do know love is the best one.

Be the first. Never forget.
Walk with Love. Please. Be fearless.

👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead



Sunday Afternoon

He sat

She stood

Close enough

To touch

He spoke

She heard

For the first time

It took a long time


For them to get here

Where a Sunday afternoon

Could be shared like this

She spoke

He heard

They touched

It felt good

To be in this place

To know

Each other

A little bit better

Than the Sunday afternoon before

👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead

9 00 a.m. 7 22 20


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Another Women’s Words

I am not old….she said
I am rare

I am the standing ovation
At the end of the play

I am the retrospective
Of my life as Art

I am the hours
Connected like dots
Into good sense

I am the fullness
Of existing

You think I am waiting to die
But I am waiting to be found

I am a treasure
I am a map

And these wrinkles are
Imprints of my journey

Ask me anything

Samantha Reynolds, poet..

I read these words and I cried at the beauty and the simplicity and the truth.

I thought of the women I know that have stories I would like to know

I wonder if they wish to be asked… To be found.. to be seen… To be known

As more than just “the old lady that sits on the far left pew”

Or the one that whispers to herself as she plants seeds of flowers

I wonder if those ladies I know wish I would ask them anything

I wonder if they would answer

Would I be surprised? Would they?

What about me? Would I tell stories and answer questions

If I was asked anything?

Or would I gaze away and say,

“you shouldn’t ask questions like that”

While thinking to myself of what I know

And who I am

Underneath it all

I am not getting old, not really

I am becoming my self

My body caresses my soul

My soul caresses my body

I find the treasures in the moments and the questions and the words of another woman

Jeanna’ Mead, poet, too

Beautiful picture.


It’s a rare thing

To get lucky enough

To have a someone

That you can lean on

Trust with your life

When it’s unraveling

Lead you back

When you find yourself

Standing on the ragged edge

Knows the words to say

To make you believe

When you begin to doubt your place

It’s hard to let anyone know

The in-and- out of your livihood

Mistakes you’ve made

The bottom line that collapsed

The sleepless nights when the struggle was real

The kind of someone that can pull things together

See real clear

Words and design that can stand the test of time

Pull together what is needed

Just in the nick of time

There’s something about someone

That can cut straight to the heart of the matter

Cover your bases

Help you get keep up appearance

With a single look in the eye

Understands your feelings

Backs up your lies

When you feel the need yo pretend for others sake

That knows your truth

And speaks it back to you

It’s quite extraordinary to have anything that can last

In times like this when so much changes

It’s a different kind of love

A kind of friendship that evolves

Lasts a lifetime

No matter what

Life, livihoods, lies, luck and love change

👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead

12 31 pm. May 3 2020.


Sleepless Nights

Here’s another one

Sleepless nights

She can’t get warm

She’s feeling cold

In piles of blankets

Covered head to toe

Wearing black lace and a white tank

Mango oil on worn out legs

She should be sleeping

But she isn’t

Those that know her

Understand she’s fighting

Demons from the past

With all the strength she has

She dreams of a fight she lost long ago

But this time

She whispers

Though no one can hear

“I will win”

“I will win”

“I will win”

Until finally

In her dream

She stands

Wide awake

Covered with everything

But shame

And she knows

She did whatever it took

So she could win

Jeanna’ Mead

7 35 a.m. 4.30.20