Don’t just hear
Be in awe
Of the sounds
A shout of glee
The lyrics to a song
Playing on the radio
Rain coming down
The cry of an infant
A cat’s meow
The dogs growl
To the voices
And the strangers
In the grocery line
To the friendly greeting
From the sales clerk
And the deep sound
Of the preacher man
A choir singing
The teenage barista
The weary nurse
Trying to her best
To sound hopeful
As the end draws near
To the birds chirping
Old man playing guitar
While his lady sings
That I can’t hear
And be filled
For what you have
And I’ll listen
My own way
With my eyes
And my heart
I’ll hear more
Than most of you
I really do
July 25 2016
She figured it would be
just a bite to eat
a drink or two
Skim the surface
Like most people do
She didn’t expect
To be heard
Get her soul fed
She should have figured.
She would be
1 33 – 3/15/17
“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.
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.
For quite some time, I’ve thought about the conspiracy of love, the relationships we form with people that sometimes,often times,make sense only to us.
I have,over the years,gotten to know and to care deeply for people that have scars on their bodies, which can be seen and felt,just like my own scars but, the real wounds,the real scars are the ones carved on the soul,hidden from all but the most trusted few.
Sometimes, though,those scars become chains,snares,gilded circles of barbed wire wrapped tightly because of a decision to hold on to the pain, to yield the rope of unforgiveness, to create such a web that tangles everyone that even comes close.
There’s something tragic about seeing people afraid to step outside the confines,to dance with someone,to enjoy company;a cup of coffee, an long conversation because they have been unforgiven, and sometimes, it’s that they haven’t forgiven themselves but far,far more often,it’s because love hasn’t.
And it is a crying shame.
❤I wrote this on February 17 of 2015 and on February 17 of 2016, I added this.
“Little did I know that in one year these words would mean even more and the reality of my words would demand my response,”
Now, on February 17 of 2017, I realize just how much I’ve learned about love,about forgiveness,about relationships and just how beautiful choosing to live with an open,giving scarred and healed heart is.
God has created in me a capacity to love and forgive-myself and others-far beyond what imagined and I am fulfilled with wonder.
Feel with both hands, Jeanna’