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.
She’s been taken
By the hand
Led onto the dance floor
Towards the light and the end of the line
Up the hill, out of the way
Down the steps.across a path, over the ŵater
Into bed and onto a stage
She’s been taken
For a fool by those that didn’t know any better
For weak instead of strong
On many a wild goose chase
By mistake for someone else, a different nationality
Just another pretty face
Shes been taken
To breakfast, lunch and dinner
Sometimes just for dessert
Out for wine and coffee
And to a picnic in a park
She’s been taken
To the very end of her rope
Right down to her knees
And she’s been taken to the heights of absolute ecstasy
She’s been taken
advantage of far more than she’ll care to admit
the wrong way by those that don’t understand
But most of all, she gets taken for granted
more than anything
It seems to me
That my desires change
From day to day
Moment by moment
Sometimes I desire
Peace and quiet
Solitude….a chance to write
Outside on the patio
Surrounded by nature
Other times I can’t wait
To feel the music
Beneath my feet
And dance all night
The pleasure of company
Loved ones with me
On cold days,I so desire
A crackling fire
Cup filled with cocoa
Fresh baked cookies
Books to read
But as soon as it warms up
The things change
And I desire
Juicy peaches and mangos
Fresh squeezed lemonade
Coconut oil rubbed on my skin
Feet plopped in the sand
There are times when i desire
Nothing but an embrace
And other times I can never get enough
Of my love language of touch
I might desire to slip away
A wisp in the air
Another times I make sure
My desires were made clear
The only thing
That’s never changed
Is my desire
To be me.
5 39a.m. 3.4 17
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’
Yesterday I was inspired to write this poem after two encounters reminded me of how I should love my body even more.
As I flipped through the yoga pants at Ross, I noticed a woman in a wheelchair being pushed by her daughter.
The woman only had her right leg and her daughter tucked a blanket around the amputated stump.
I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened….diabetics, cancer,or some kind of accident,,but I saw the resignation in her eyes and I knew that she longed to have the ability to walk.
Ten minutes later, as I was driving down the highway, I saw a man on crutches with one leg stopping just above the knee. I was too far to read the sign but I am certain it was asking for help,perhaps explaining a little about what happened to his leg.
I know one thing for sure,being without both legs makes life so much harder for him.
It was a reminder that I have a responsibility,a privilege,and a honor to take care of my body,to keep it strong and flexible so that it can be capable of doing everything I want to do and need to do.
I looked at my left knee,with a brace around it and made a solemn vow to return back to weight training,to dance,and to living my life ready and anticipating the next adventure,the next step,the,next leap of faith,the next chance to run,skip,waltz and hop.
I saw with such clarity all the things I’ve taken for granted that my legs do.
I stand for hours at a time giving massages to others. I climb up on my table and use my feet and legs to massage,too.
Every day,I bend,twist,shake and boogie with my 3 year old granddaughter and my 17 month old grandson. I lift them up and run after them,I squat down to draw on the concrete,to tie shoes,to apply band-aids to imaginary boo-boo’s and I’ve always taken it for granted that I could.
But seeing these are two people gave me a much needed glimpse into the harsh reality that not everyone is has lucky as I am.
I’ve neglected my body far too often- putting off workouts and training,making excuses, and forgetting that it’s my responsibility to take care of it all of my days.
While my body does belong to me, as I write this, I think about how my body-my legs and feet- give love to others and,in a very real sense,my body belongs to others,too.
I’m able to stand and embrace with both hands, and I can walk over to open the door for someone.
I’ve jumped out of my car to help push a stalled vehicle out of the road.
I’ve taught children to ride bikes,to roller skate,to hop scotch, and to dance.
I’ve spent hours kneeling on a Thai mat,offering healing for others.
These legs have held sleeping babies, puppies and kittens.
I’ve spent countless times stroking the heads that have laid on my lap.
I’ve danced on stage,on gravel,in honky tonks and ballrooms. I’ve wrapped my legs around horses, around beach toys, and around the waist of whoever had to carry me!
These legs have climbed trees, kicked balls, swam in oceans,rivers,lakes and pools with friends and family.
While dancing in the kitchen, I’ve baked cookies and cakes,made meals and culinary mistakes and taught the importance of adding “just a little sugar to make everything taste better.”
I’ve given love and received love through my body,with my heart and my mind focused on what I’m doing.
With every touch, every step, every breath I have the opportunity to honor this incredible gift from my Creator and use it well.
So I’m looking at my legs again…seeing the scars through teary eyes….because it’s almost as if I can read the words on my body,barely visible,reminding me with such clarity of all the absolutely wonderful, fascinating, incredible things that I do with my body every single day.
And I make a solemn vow to each of you,to myself and to my Creator that I will never again take it for granted.
I truly hope you’ll see your body through my eyes and make your own vow to love your body well,too. It’s the most beautiful vessel that holds your soul…..be filled with gratitude for the gift you have.
Experience massage with clarity-
Feel with both hands, Jeanna’ Mead