Janine Shepherd is like no one who I have ever even known to exist! She continues to add to the “Roger Bannister effect”…. for all of us.

sprouted hummus, oh my goodness
3 main flavors: ☀️ dried 🍅
regular is amazing-regular,
and curry turmeric, broccoli 🥦
sprouts…

celery and cucumber 🥒 juice,
the color of Spring –
awakening from holidays,
turns of the season, a
full-blue-moon weekend,
is deeply refreshing
with those blueberries
consumed

jive is alive
and ready to return
with playfulness imbibed,
integration witnessed

release comes with
a spring blessing,
sourced from
accessing deep wells
reached deep from
long-time unaccessed waters
💦

peaceful contacts continue
with the ground,
embracing the process,
enjoying the subterranean
tunnels that supply the 🌏
earth.

spring has sprung
and sprouts 🌱 begun

darkness has been celebrated!

🍀Chiron and Pisces
don’t need an address,
Just touch the pain –

It has no point,
it’s everywhere that
you’ve felt misunderstood.

but it loves you,
nonetheless

Unconditionally teaches

2:22 balancing you
links us together
as we learn how to
appropriately disconnect
as permission is not
needed for when we seek
safety, we are allowed to
care for ourselves too,
as we do with each other
when it is appropriate.

just know that I will
be here.

all empathetic Storms
have a “pause button,”
for however long you want to float

On that buoy.

Remember to follow the light shining
On the water. Sometimes you can see me more clearly in my reflection.

*******

**it is really difficult to compose posts using my phone but this “poem” wanted to be share, so we do what we can 🍀

via New Moon Awareness from Head to Toe

Above is the link to my first ‘ever’ WP blog post. I wasn’t able to re-blog it since I already re-blogged it once – and the button didn’t work. The post I wrote is about astrology and consciousness, meditation, etc…

Since then, so much has changed, and then again, so much hasn’t. Meeting wonderfully kind and talented people has been the best part of the experience.
Sometimes I think I am standing still because I watch so many people in the blog world develop in leaps and bounds – so much talent and with increasing expertise and sophistication. Many people come to visit and introduce me to all the wonderful things they are doing on their blogs. I’m better for it. My world is not small and self-contained. It is ever expanding outward – while I work to keep the base at home.

I’ve found that I’ve sort of lost my impulse and reason for blogging, but that didn’t stop me. Every time I’ve been motivated or inspired to blog, I do it. I didn’t set out to be a writer, or a poet. I never planned on sharing my sporadic artistic creations. It just sort of happened. I didn’t actually know that I was going to write a book and publish it in 2017: Art for Art.
I never anticipated that I was going to be sharing so much of myself, and experiencing whatever resulted from that. It was a big thing for me last year, and it’s strange that my book is now in the past. For all my life, my book was in my future.

An aside, at a Gangaji retreat I met another poet and took his suggestion to slightly adjust the name of my book’s title. The original was “Art for Art’s Sake.” Not to be confused with the Japanese beverage. 🙂

So many times, I wonder why I still blog – except for the satisfaction in knowing that I’ve made a home here. I’m not marketing or selling anything, and so that makes it strange to blog (never been good at presentation). I haven’t created a show, or a series or drummed up interest in my cause, or a common cause. The part of me that was inspired to “get myself out there” left long ago. Replaced has been the inspiration to find what’s going on inside, get through my days, and rebuild the part of me that is exuberant and ready – the part that is always here.

So that’s that. That’s my anniversary message. It’s not all shiny and flashy, it’s just what it is ~ another day, and not another dollar. I’m not going to force the celebration, but I am going to acknowledge.

As I sat for my meditation this morning, and some mornings recently, many thoughts leading into it, about the cord for my emWave, and about decisions that were rather small and relatively inconsequential and distracting, like will I listen to my gentle water stream this time? or focus on my breath by counting?  Will I just allow the breath today? The decisions seemed ‘huuuuge.’ What I see in this is a simply a shadow. The largeness of the situation was rather my inner resistance to doing ‘the next –—-ordinary—–thing next.’  Often we want quick results, we want to experience the evidence of our ‘hard work’ and then only to realize, that, that I do this more often than I’d like to admit, the hardness is the resistance. This is why we ‘do’ anyways…

My friends, it doesn’t matter whether you shine or not. Nine times out of ten the resistance is comical, theatrical almost – if only it weren’t ever so slightly tragic. But, I think this is the actual worthwhile work.

I’m happy that you are here and breathing, and enjoying yourselves. That is enough, I think.

There’s a picture in my mind of a meditator, tangled up in cords, but I really don’t have time to find the right picture. The true unplugging, well, that’s from this:

A symbol of the inner resistance, and yes, probably technology…