My fingers dance across the typewriter cradled like a piano….
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Solitude.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags balance, Buddhism, ego, energy, invert, Love, meditation, Mind, selflove, solitude on November 25, 2018 by JenJuiceI sometimes go days without speaking to another human. It feels normal to me until I recognize I haven’t spoken to a human in days.
Word.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags manifest, Poetry, Words on November 14, 2018 by JenJuiceWords are how all things are called into our life. If you don’t want them to manifest – don’t say them. Simple.
Straight Up…Jen
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags 90s, autism, awareness, be, blackandwhite, crownofthorns, dancer, energy, et, flow, frequency, jenjuice, Love, meditation, mindfulness, motherlovebone, movement, Poetry, surreal on November 5, 2018 by JenJuiceI have been asked many of occasions if I’m Autistic. We all need a way to be described..right?
In fairness, I did teach myself to be a database expert (I’m till not quite sure what an expert is). I have one college course under my belt – Art History. I often say I’m the female version of Good Will Hunting…not far off…
The thing is energy of my thoughts travels fast. At times faster than my body can process, so I stumble over words and have to take a pause to visualize my words to align them in a way I can communicate my view. Writing has always been the way I can speak and that’s evolving…slowing down my thoughts with my movement (key).
See, we are all frequency. We are all energy. Society just hasn’t been used to communicating energy. It’s not autism – it’s the speed our mind travels. Our brains process information at lightning speed. The human brain has about 100 billion neurons each firing about 200 times per second. We all have a genius in us. Tap in.
Sin, the derelict.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags greek, philosophy, Poetry, sin, Thoughts, Words on October 18, 2018 by JenJuiceSin or syn is essentially broken down from Greek to, “miss the mark”.
Who decides the placement of said mark? It’s an unattainable point line and speaking of the contrary in which words play…is in fact, who decides what each word means?
My belief is not based on a transference of thought to another mind.
A Star Born(ed)…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags astarisborn, hitandrun, journey, music, romeoandjuliet, Truth on October 17, 2018 by JenJuiceIt has always been our story…Michael was a musician…we were this beauty. I saw the film, “A Star is Born” and I knew the story was us.
I left the theater with mascara-stained cheeks from the guttural sobbing tolls during the showing. What’s a love story without the tragedy? The old story would say…but, I am ready to change that story-line.
Michael, here in my arms…was killed in a hit and run in LA in 2013.
It’s been a very very challenging journey…in short.
And, I’m here for purpose…He reminds me every day…Energy does not die. It simply transform forms. And, that’s been my struggle. We didn’t break-up, he was essentially murdered. And, I have woven through so many emotional journeys and how to forgive on so many levels and how to move fucking forward is only through love. And, love doesn’t die – energy doesn’t die.
I’m still human, though….and that’s, where I am. The Star is Born where Love resides. In me.
Michael was always a star on Earth and sure enough in the cosmos. Love the way you shine, babe. Right through me.
Soul love is true love.
Simply love.
Recall, she said…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags flow, jenjuice, journey, Love, movement, path, Poetry, surreal, Truth on October 16, 2018 by JenJuicethey use a lot more words now it seems..at least more cognizant…like the word, narrative. (in flavored teas)
I don’t recall using narrative in the 90s…nor from others…the words are words..and…you, see…
..must we want to expect from a dim light of reference? The light is the only way to walk, and not…last.
she said, it’s right.
and, I believe go forward.
In the everlance.
she brings birth
to the biggest life…and
her…
legs..they move toward the gathering of the all
she had of me.
The belief is always upward and onward…and if you stay in the same place…I gotta leave you…but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you(s).
Much love,
All of me.
