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It had been a long time coming
But still it caught her by surprise
She let her guard down
Just a little
But it was enough
To show her once again
That her instincts were her guardians
Her intuition was her strength
In the chaos
And in the peace
The past, the present and the days yet to come
She had learned
The hard way
Not to go against
The whispers of her conscience
Tell-tale signs from her body
Sheltering her soul
Giving entrance only to the things and the people
That belonged
On her table
In her heart
Her space
Her life
Held
Cherished
Known
Loved
In their own ŵay
She stepped forward
Wrapped her arms around
Placed her hands in the others
Looked into the eyes
Held the wounded soul
In an embrace
Filled with love
She knew,too well, herself
What it felt like to be
In desperate need
For whispered words
Of courage and strength
To feel another’s acceptance
In an embrace
So she stepped forward
Listening to the voice of the Spirit
Beckoning her to give more love
To say the words that she felt pouring out
As if she, too, was hearing them
For the first time
Because sometimes
When love is given
It is received back
When a step is taken
It creates a path
Towards such a beautiful place
A state of mind
Place of peace
Sense of purpose
Clarify and grace
All from an embrace
That lasted long enough
To begin to heal
The wounds of both of them
Long ago, she had been told
Southern rules
That “good” girls follow
Never mix silver and gold
Don’t wear black with brown
Heaven forbid if you get caught wearing white before Easter or after Labour Day
It just isn’t done that way
Make sure you get as good as you give
Love only the “right” one
at the “right” time
Build your walls high
Keep your hems low
Don’t forget if you forgive
And ladies don’t drink beer from a can
Yet this morning
She laughed, once again, at the reflection in the mirror
Slid her feet into brown leather sandals
Buttoned the short black dress
Just in case the wind lifted the hem, she worn her salsa drawers
Layered her bracelets
One by one
And the stone necklace that she never went without
She had decided
Long ago
To make her own
Set of rules
Live her life
Whether anyone understood or not
She forgot when she forgave
Drank margaritas, sweet wine and Blood Honey beer
Every chance she got
She fell in love
One by one
Over and over
Day in and day out
Built a wall of mystery
Lined it with peace
Gathered kindred spirits
Planted roots
So that good things could bloom
Found God in every place
Gave all she could
Received what she was given
After all…it was the only way
That made sense to her
Long ago
7 08 a.m. 3/28/17
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Take Me There
“Take me there.”
…most people just say “It was amazing!” or “I had a great time.” and ” It was really nice.”…etc
But , then, there are the ones that can literally take me wherever they are because they use words in such descriptive ways that I, too, can feel the pounding of their heart as they skied down the slope, crashing into the snow and catching the eye of their daughter……I can almost hear the stories shared around the fireplace as glasses.of wine are refilled again and again. I can feel the energy of.the day that eased into a night of simple pleasures.
I was taken to the front rows of an spectacular performance, where grace and strength, talent and skill kept the audience on the edge of their seats. I sat on my chaise, miles away….. transfixed and almost able to taste the energy of the place.
I was taken to the bar where soldiers sang karaoke, celebrating a milestone birthday…..and to the reservation where a man received a life changing massage which lead him to become a therapist, too.
I have tasted delicious food in Austin……and have never been to the restaurant. I’ve sipped coffee at a French cafe….but I’ve never been overseas.
I felt the people walk past me, smelled the hot dogs on the corners and yet I’ve never been to Chicago.
I laid on the floor and watched a baby squeal and kick and play from hundreds of miles away.
It’s all in the way you use your words, in the pictures you create, in the things you choose to share.
“Take me there ” really means to let me be part of what you feel, let me know you and, then, maybe we’ll take each other there.
She got all dressed
Lined her lips in red
Glanced at her reflection
Hoped she looked good enough
She didn’t say another word
She left the house early
So many things to do
Worked hard to make a living
Good thing it was what she loved
Came home late
There was more to do
She didn’t say another word
She climbed between the sheets
Shut her eyes
Held on tight to hope
That sleep would ease all her aches and pains
She didn’t say another word
Every chance she could get
She could be found
writing her heart out
Baring her soul
Giving glimpses to anyone
Who took the time to look
But she never said another word
She bought the things
She wanted
Found everything she needed
All by herself
Somehow
that’s just how it was
So she didn’t say another word
Jeanna’ Mead
7 13 p.m. 3.13.17
Feel with both hands, Jeanna’
Standing
In the room
Faded jeans
Cowboy boots
Hair gone wild
Lipstick shining
Fancy woman came
Looking down
Right past me
As if she knew
Who I was
What I do
All I gotta say
Bless your heart, lady
You don’t know
Diddly squat
Damn thing
I’m not “just” nothing
Clock puncher
Lotion rubber
Pretty face
Easy mark
Limited resource
Like you think
I’ve got fire in my belly
Passion in my soul
Knowledge and understanding
Drive to succeed
A body that won’t quit
Iron will to do things my way
Fearlessly
While everyone else
Stands there
Staring
Faded jeans
Cowboy boots
Business owner
Creative writer
Massage babe
I had gone on this trip for one real reason-to get time to write and this tree was the first thing I saw as we parked and I knew with absolute certainly that it was speaking to me.
I had been wrestling with my changing appearance. and sometimes felt like the woman I saw in the mirror, wasn’t the same woman I felt I inside.
I had never been the type that fit the “standard” or tried to be the same as everyone else but the last couple of years had shook my roots and filled me with some doubts and longings, and I struggled to find my own sense of beauty and confidence once again.
This tree was not a “typical” tree. It waa clear that no one had ever trimmed the branches, shaped it or tried to make it conform or become anything it wasn’t meant to be.
And you know what? It is beautiful and inspiring, graceful and purposeful, strong and unwavering…just as it was meant to be.
The tree simply grew, right where the Almighty Creator planted it, shaped by the wind and rain, by the Texas sun and bathed. by moonlight.
It spread wide and low, reached to the heavens and offered shelter and rest as needed.
Storms came and beat hard, knocking the branches and leaving scars-tell tale marks of battles survived, of years gone by, of experiences.
I realized that my body had also bent low…to lift babies, plant flowers,clean and stretch…..I’ve stood on tip toes, reached for the heavens, planted kisses on tall men, hung stars on Christmas trees, danced around to every kind of music.
I’ve made love and made mistakes, made cakes and made my point. I’ve used my body to shelter others and to offer comfort.
I’ve carried my babies inside my body, stretching to provide space, nutrition and love.
My body has scars, healed wounds, lines and marks from days in the Texas sun and nights bathed by moonlight
And you know what?
I am finally beginning to see that I’m created by the Almighty and, in my own way, I’m beautiful and inspiring,graceful and purposeful, strong and unwavering ….just as I was meant to be.
