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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

http://www.jesnnasoul.com

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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

http://www.jeannasoul.com

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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

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Vision2020

This …. Right here …. I knew that if I didn’t go out on my own in 2013, I would regret it…. When the chance came to move to 925, I knew that if I didn’t follow my instincts, I would regret it.

I’ve taken a lot of chances that most people thought were crazy….

This week I’ve decided to take a couple of other chances…. Because I never want to be woman that talks about what she let get away, and the chances she didn’t take..

Someone told me that I don’t give myself enough credit… That’s not true… I know exactly what I’ve done and what I’ve done without … and I know who believed in me and encouraged me and reminded me when it got tough. I’m grateful .. and I make damn sure they know.

I decided to look for signs that I was meant to take the next chance.. and it came perfectly clear and abundantly so.

This next steps are going to be amazing…I can feel it ..

#Vision2020 #dreamscometrue #bestisyettobe #loveyourbody #rockwallbodyandsoulmassage #jeannasoul #musicandmassage #damnstraight #deaftherapist #writingmyheartout

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Crazy Daisies

She would rather have

Crazy Daisies in pitchers

Or Mason jars

Instead

She would rather have

Tequila and whiskey

Instead

She would rather be picked up

Taken for a ride

In blue jeans and barefeet

Instead

She would rather receive

A simple bracelet

Handwritten card

Instead

She would rather have

Chocolate kisses

Instead

She would rather be

Taken out for burgers and beer

A little live music somewhere

Instead

She would rather be

Kissed again and again

Instead

She would just wait and see

What will be

Instead

Jeanna’ Mead

6 23 a.m. 2.13.20

http://www.jeannasoul.com

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She Knew

Listening to this song while drinking coffee in Christmas morning

.https://open.spotify.com/track/4z8sz6E4YyFuEkv5o7IJni?si=H-jlAXihRWC4iq1qQieQS.

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)