Red, banana-shaped leaves all beneath a tree, like a bright blanket, winter sparkly lights gleam on its branches. I look up and stare into its outstretched arms trying to learn its secrets. Tell me, how do you so lovingly let go once your true colors have emerged? Show me that it is okay to be naked and surrounded by beauty at the same time. Vulnerable but not lost. Rooted and grounded in that strong inner knowing. Whisper your secret in my ear. Lend me your wisdom. My eager beating heart awaits your reply.
Author: Healing Insights with Jen
I share my stories honestly as an attempt to find meaning and connection. My intention is that by sharing our stories we ultimately heal ourselves and the world. I want to be a beacon of light to show that it is possible to find your footing and inner strength even when the world seems to be in chaos.
What illuminates a star?
How does that light travel across the Milkyway, the sky, and greets me where I stand? The sunflower stands upright. Its round dark face and bright petals meet me eye to eye. Like a sundial it twists back and forth, side to side always facing the bold sun. I too can feel its rays on my face A sunkissed touch warms my skin. I do not know how that tall, bold flower grows from one little seed Whose loving hands scooped up the dirt to plant this one little hard black seed. Tell me, what seeds are you going to plant today?
Day of the Dead
Candy wrappers strewn here and there the only remnants that someone was there. Ghouls, ghosts and zombies all laid to rest the pumpkins and decorations, and all the rest The dark days descend on us the Day of the Dead bestow upon us. A peaceful hush is now abound. A bounty of gratitude is all around.
Summer past
The last warm weather of summer has passed. It’s in the rearview mirror and it’s slowly disappearing behind the horizon as we march toward November. Ever longer nights, the colors once so bright will soon fade too. It’s a natural thing and a reminder that all is well. Even if I have to let go or hold on til the bitter end. The natural order says so and I am just a lucky-enough player on the field to notice. I grow. I shine. I let go. And I can pick up the broken pieces if I want to. Gather what I need. Or just surrender, relax, be quiet like the snow blanketing the earth. It’s a natural thing. And I am a part of nature. And so it is.
Birdsong
Even when it’s all been sung the birds sing their song They greet the day with a song in their heart. Even with the great sorrow, The grief, the rumination The birds sing their song. There is hope and courage in their tune, if I just stop I can feel it. Not an urgency, but a faith a promise that this day brings. So sing their song they must and they faithfully do. I count on their song even when it’s all been sung.
When all the Jens turn 50
Generation X Generation post-punk And bands with big hair and even longer ballads. Roller skates and Hot summer nights with no A/C. Curling irons, crimping irons and Aquanet. Beetlejuice, Heathers, Freaks and Geeks, Kevin Smith movies and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Nightmare Before Christmas and Grunge. The Cure on stage Robert Smith holding my hands; Such gratitude and connection to his fans. When all the Jens turn 50, Does that mean we now run the show? We make our own rules. We speak our minds. We still wear T-shirts from our favorite bands Some of the lucky ones still touring. When all the Jens turn 50, We will have gained so much wisdom and insight No longer timid and shy Filled with such doubt and lacking self-assurance Will we ever fit in? When all the Jens turn 50, Generation X has turned the tide. The sun and moon know our true age As we dance around the musician’s stage. From one Jen to another, who has not yet turned 50 In loving memory to my first real friend, Jennifer Lopes (Brink) , who would have turned 50 this year.
At the temple gate
It is more than an entryway. It is a guidepost from the distance and leads to my heart. The path may be faint, Unremarkable even, But the path is illuminated. Stone by stone. Plate by plate. Gently I walk to the temple gate.
Out of the Blue
Like a breath of fresh air Inspiration knocks on the door. Is it a breeze knocking something into the door? Do I answer? Am I afraid of what lies beyond what my eyes can only see? It is in vision that we envision and build a future We can be proud of. We are the architects of our own heart. The hammer and tools are within an arm’s reach. I grasp towards the handle and turn the knob. I open the door to inspiration.
We are Sacred
We tend to work like old cars. Something goes: The engine. The body. The smooth flow of heat and friction. The get up and go. The pedal to the metal, as they say. But we are not machines or computers. Even if society tricks us, Influences us, Tells us otherwise. I am more than a widget giving an output. Yes, we all need each other. We are an interdependent species, Even when we can feel the most alone. Our time is sacred and limited Precious and potent. How can society run simpler? With less friction, tension and pressure So that what we do matters less than Who we are and how we show up? Maybe that is what maturity and the taking time To ask the questions brings -- Not just rote memory Of what we have always done -- That feels like important, sacred, fulfilling work And maybe a focus I can further explore. Today I am grateful that I’m able to focus On what matters: Healing and connection. Asking. Being curious. Showing up authentically. And maybe illuminating a path for my daughters So they do not fall into those same busy-til-you-break traps.
LESSONS LEARNED
I have been going through a dark time filled with lows and deep sadness. I have been writing down the vital lessons I’ve learned during this period of grief and sorrow. I do not want to keep re-learning the same lessons again when a dark time inevitably visits me in the future. I am creating a “I let go of” list to be burnt under the full moon later this week.
This list is ever evolving, just like life. I plan to continue to add to it as healing insights come. Here is my lessons learned so far:
Only I can choose my feelings.
It is safe to feel and let out my emotions.
I am loved even when I’m feeling lost.
What if the opposite were true?
(when examining my assumptions)
A crossroads, a forked path all lead to the same destination.
What if it all works out anyway?
I am more than my job title.
I am alive and that is a blessing. Each day is a gift.
Busy and full is not a measurement of success.
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