This is the sign of shame I carry with me most days and defer to a just an upbringing..However, to survive a parent who tries to murder you is not just survival – that’s a warrior. Make no mistake about it – we are the sum of our choices and I chose to rise like the fire I am. Don’t fuck with the fire.
As I try to use the old frail holes to re-tack my tapestry on the wall – cuz it was an easy fix .
Easy fixes never seem to last.
Delayed gratification is your ally.
The place all flows with abundant beautiful intention.
In the comfort of fear
She sat
Unmotivated
And yet, controlled almost
Like a deer running from the gun smoke
Or maybe a pit stop some place between her kingdom
And the place she needs to see…
She reaps.
As the harvest comes…
So does she.
Take refuge in those who love you.
Memories are just a mirror of the thought of a past energy. The intangible essence – it penetrates.
It fleshes my soul like the interior doorways of my mind.
It finds me some place in the night…some place I render all my walls hidden in a room of the unknown and to never really know – in all the worlds.
We all live.
Not just one.
There are pockets.
Even inside our own dreams –
Of our reflection.
Finding the only truth is…. presence.
Sean Lennon asked my name – I respond, “Jen” (in my TX accent). He kept saying, “Wait..is it, Jen or Gin?” I respond, “Jennifer” ..he seemed curious and I could tell he was trying to hear me, and really hear me – and my accent. He asked again, “Gin?” I got really present with him and explain the way I may say my name may sound like Gin.. gathering my accent…Texans don’t annunciate the E and I differently. They are the same with Texans – “so, it’s like, Gin and Juice ” – I say. Sean’s response..”That’s hot…” It was a great New Year’s Eve. Happy 2019, Y’all!
It’s tough to witness one commit slow suicide…over years. By way of heartbreak and the overallness of never feeling enough —is an epidemic. Not a symptom.
The underlying component of our programming is so embedded most do not see…you/we are more than enough.
Eternally.
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