Archive for Love
It’s True tho…
Posted in Jencerpts.., movement with tags dancer, legacy, legend, Love, meditation, movement, somatic storytelling, Truth on May 25, 2022 by JenJuiceFluid by Nature.
Posted in Jencerpts.., movement with tags #blues, #surrealart, floetry, flow, Love, meditation, movement, Poetry, pole dancer on April 10, 2022 by JenJuiceI don’t half-ass life….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Alan Watts, dance, flow, fluid alchemy, Love, philosophy, somatic healing, Truth on August 31, 2021 by JenJuiceWork in Process…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags alignment, jenjuice, Love, Poetry, relationships, sacred geometry, trauma on August 26, 2021 by JenJuiceMost romantic relationships are a hope for security – false security. Until one has done the work with their unhealed trauma all relationships will be magnifiers to what needs to be healed…love is our truest nature and with aligned beings it’s limitless. That’s my definition of “in love” is “in alignment”
Remember To Breathe…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, grindhouse, jenjuice, Love, movement, Poetry, Rawness on July 12, 2021 by JenJuiceReflections…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags black and white, Death, finite, introspection, Life, Love, mortality, Poetry on October 29, 2020 by JenJuiceFuego.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags emotion, feeling, fire, human, Lifetime, Love, Poetry on October 2, 2020 by JenJuiceThe problem with fire is when feeling burn is the only feeling you feel is real.

A child (in the) hood….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags childhood, jenjuice, Love, Poetry, resilience, the professional on September 29, 2020 by JenJuiceI’ve become a foster hoodrat who has the unexplained capacity for nuance that almost destroyed her.

Express Yourself.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags art, create, express yourself, expression, feel, fluidalchemy, jenjuice, Love, nwa on May 31, 2020 by JenJuiceRaised by a Sociopath – Wanna Date?
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags date, Love, Poetry, pole dancer, strength, thrive on May 18, 2020 by JenJuice
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.