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Rainbow

This verse was on my mind yesterday as I drove into Rockwall for groceries. After a trip to Aldi and then Kroger to get what I needed, I headed down John king listening to the playlist that a friend had sent me . The song, Rainbow. Was playing and I was loving the music and the drive.

Then .. my tire blew out… I pulled into a turn lane.. got out and checked the damage then sat in my seat… Wondering who to call … Before I could even call my daughter, this gentleman pulled up in a Lexus SUV and asked if I needed a hand.
Here we are Shelter In Place.. all these 6 ft distance… Etc…
That didn’t matter to neither of us.
He handled my groceries from the back of my car.. Acting as if this was a pleasure and not a nuisance….
He had his bandana around his neck so that I could read his lips…. We stood shoulder to shoulder while I held up the liner and he took my spare out, my tools, my tire jack…… He changed my tire and put all my tools back in proper place and then I reached out to shake his hand and then, I couldn’t help myself… I hugged him and he hugged me back.
I told him that he encouraged me so much by his quick response and willingness to help someone he didn’t even know.
He didn’t have a spirit of fear… But of love for a fellow human, the power to fix S problem and the sound mind to do what was good and right. He chose to fill a need… To show love.

He didn’t have to but he did.

I told him that I had to close my business March 10 and that I had been wrestling with so many thoughts but that the way he came along, he turned my flat tire into a blessing in disguise.

He reminded me that we are not created to live in fear but to act with love, strength and courage.

I was home before my popsicles melted… That’s how fast everything happened… But I’ll remember this for ab long, long time.

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Super Powers

I turn words
into an enticing invitation,
a scathing rebuttal,
a tender reminder
a fierce challenge
Depending on who you are
and what you see
I can make tears roll
down your face
Make your heart ache
Fill you with passion
Yearning for more
Or make you roar with laughter
Shake your head in disbelief
I can help you see the Majesty of this world
Remind you of the treasures you have stored
I can bring you to your senses
When you’re standing at the ragged edge
Wondering which way is best
I take words
Make them magic
Because that’s where my power is
And all it takes
Is an minute.

👣♥️ Jeanna’

7 18 a.m. 4.22.20

When a friend asked what was my super power, I couldn’t help myself.

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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

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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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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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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 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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Mister Santa

Mister Santa

What do you know

What do you think

What goes on

Behind the scenes

Closed doors

Inside the hearts?

Who’s naughty and who’s nice?

Mister Santa

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

But then…

Oh, Mr Santa

Sometimes I slip

I sneak in

Chocolate kisses

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

Most always

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

Turquoise stones

And hands to hold

Words on wood

And times with friends

Bottomless mimosas

Blueberry pancakes

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?

Jeanna’ Mead

12.15.19

7 53 a.m

http://www.jeannasoul.com

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Surrender Box

Surrender Box

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

http://www.jeannasoul.com