Inauguration Dance January 22, 2009
New days
New Pathways
We communicate
Through Lovepulses
Youthful maturity
Sets us free
As it grounds us
We hold hands, dance as lovers, our inauguration dance is now in the spotlight
A prelude to our world’s heart, forever changing.
1/20/09
for Car, for me, for Love
30 Days of Gratitude: Day 6: Inquisitive Souls January 14, 2009
I raise a glass and toast today to the inquisitive souls in my life. I’m grateful for the childmind, asking “Why?” with a love-ful, playfully-intentioned heart. It reminds me and reactivates the part of me that does the same thing. Questions lead to progress. A more stately, intentional progress in life.
Incorporating the practice of 5 Daily Gratitudes, Below:
1. I’m grateful for inquisitive souls.
2. I’m grateful for dear friends and family who accept me as I am.
3. I”m grateful for my growing reverence for life.
4. I’m grateful for the stove that heats my tea everyday.
5. I’m grateful for my Dad. Today, he shared a story with me about his bebop band. It reminded me that I thought I discovered bebop “on my own,” through the beat poets–Kerouac et al. But really, it is in the blood.
Jianda featured @ Alison Turner’s American Life Today Blog January 5, 2009
Alison: thanks so much for the profile and your inspirational project.
Bon 2009!
for the soft boys December 30, 2008
for the soft boys
since i don’t know when
folks be tellin’ all my
soft boys
to grow up.
to be hard men.
before they’re even
born
before they even know
their rites
of passage
to all my little deer who
mix it up and buck
the system
shapeshifting it as yin
and blend
and yang then
back again
i send you
soft touch fingertips on
napes of necks
palms searing deep into
shoulders
to take you back to love
relaxed
this life is hard enough
and it will shape you
into your own
unique stone
you’ll be softened by
wind and water and
motion
i know your heart is
your magic lantern
i know your mind and body
soul and hands
will light your way.
soft morning sunlight
hard light and afternoon
i tuck you in under
blankets of moon
jmj 12/30
The Lovers and the Shrapnel December 27, 2008
(Above: Art Piece by C. Hue)
–
The Lovers and the Shrapnel
- by Jianda
we are opening up our minds so
we can feel our way
out of the rubble
newscaster lamented:
“oh my word there’s been
a terrible accident
and only 2 survived
with major injuries.
our prayers are with them.”
- jmj
12/27/08
30 Days of Gratitude – Day 8 – Selective Memory (The Mind is Kind.) December 12, 2008
I will say I’m grateful for my selective memory up until now. From here forward, though, memory sharpens, and that’s snowballing.
The great Elie Wiesel once said, “The mind is kind.” I remember hearing him say this when I was in my formative years. Better still, I remember *remembering* it. Reflecting on it every now and again, reminding myself of nature’s on/off valves and their inherent value and good purpose.
In my HHP coursework, I’m reminded that the body reveals its needs for healing and release when the spirit feels safe and nurtured.
All things bloom in their own good time.
30 Days of Gratitude – Day 7 – The Open Road December 11, 2008
“Somewhere along the line I knew there’d be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me.”
- Jack Kerouac, On the Road, Part 1, Ch. 1
I am thankful for the open road and my flintstones-mobile that walks, limps and sometimes runs up and down the whole blessed thing. Road after road after road, guiding me through one adventure on over to the next one. Always safely, in a sacred way.
As Seen In 30 Days
Postcard to a Young Spirit December 3, 2008
the sweetest part of you
is equal to your forever truth
the smallest part of you reminds you what you love to do
the bitterest part of you
is only acting out, trying to court the sweetest with vipers
(that’s the most romantic notion bitterness can dream up, just now).
the bitterest part’s desirous of the sweetest’s fond and rapt attention
so let them rage
let them chase each other around, and flit and fit, and flirt.
eventually they’ll synch up, like a metronome, and your heartbeat.
they’ll harmonize.
in this arena, darling,
all gray areas are allowed,
dust and cobwebs are encouraged.
gritty, fumbling, dirty, strangely grimacing, compass-magnets misdirected…
just take your time, and wash, and feather-dust away,
a little more each day
at this point in time
surrender is
your bitterest and your sweetest gift
this out of sorts fantasia is
the kind of poison that can heal
when meted out in tiny dots of
doses
if you’ll kindly just relent,
and let it
-jmj
12/08
your heart, reflected. December 3, 2008
stars light up for you,
as you.
and that’s the way your glow shines:
omnidirectional
tickles my pink heart chakra alight and keeps it warm.
that never changes.
we arrived as healers and so shall we return
splendid beings
playing about in the landscape of our collective
chi
you are that daytime star
that nightsun
that first true heart
reminding me your superhuman wattage, warmth is always there.
our space in time
that ever-sparkling flicker in your eye
still beckons
as beacon
keeping my footing strong and sure:
keeping my path illuminated
- for the sweetest 12/08
jmj
