Archive for choice

Dear Brother…..

Posted in Jencerpts.., movement with tags , , , , , on December 1, 2020 by JenJuice

Overthinking is an epidemic. Overthinking is a disease. Overthinking is not truth. Overthinking creates chaos. Overthinking is a word of thought – in which your mind creates to believe is alive. Though isn’t overthinking just a response…your thoughts are not reality (or are they?). The stories we perceive in our mind are only ours from one lens. The only difference between illusion and delusion is with delusion you are the only one experiencing that vision. So, are we all living in illusion or delusion? Your mind – the greatest lie – or the greatest ally – You decide. The only truth – the only remedy is in presence. [the etymology of healing]

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Choosing choice(s).

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , on December 4, 2018 by JenJuice

For everything you want, you must be willing to give up.

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Jen Again….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 20, 2018 by JenJuice

Again and again and I sit in a different space, a different latitude, a different country..yet, it all looks the same. And, I quite find that nowhere I go can I ever change the ways look until I change the way I see them.

I travel miles away to feel…to release….to be fucking vulnerable. To cry. To let go. And, it all looks the same. I found I could never escape me. And, no matter how far I go physically the same me follows me..and the lesson is one thing. Love me. Love myself. Self love is a practice and it’s not taught…fucking love yourself. Love yourself hard and soft. Be your fucking number one. All else will follow…

Gratitude for the waves that hugged me today, I love you. Your flow teaches me all. The current is key….

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The forgetful….nature.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on April 4, 2016 by JenJuice

When you don’t know which way to turn
Your grief isn’t shared, isn’t separate, isn’t one,
Isn’t the other
Which one….am I hurting for?

And what’s this..the energy
Of (trust) – the most dead,
Yet, most alive
I’ve ever felt.

The bottom drops
Like the dash on my headboard
Of time…
Synchronicity reminds me…
It ain’t nothing, but the life
I chose….

anxiety

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