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Rendered in Presence.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , on March 8, 2019 by JenJuice

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.

Lennon and Gin…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on January 5, 2019 by JenJuice

Sean Lennon asked my name – I respond, “Jen” (in my TX accent). He kept saying, “ 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!

But, you are enough…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , on December 24, 2018 by JenJuice

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.


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.


Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 25, 2018 by JenJuice

I 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.

Recall, she said…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , on October 16, 2018 by JenJuice

they use a lot more words now it 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
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.


Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , on October 14, 2018 by JenJuice

Each morning I awaken with gratitude.

Thank you, breath.
Thank you, heart.
Thank you, eyes,
Thank you, liver.
Thank you, pancreas.
Thank you, throat.
Thank you, arms.
Thank you, toes.
Thank you, love.
Thank you, light.
Thank you, trees.
Thank you, air.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.

I walk away from my morning meditation like I just gave an Oscar speech.

Go on with your morning rituals.

Grounding. Intention. Creation.