Archive for Love

Remember To Breathe…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on July 12, 2021 by JenJuice
Breathe.

Reflections…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on October 29, 2020 by JenJuice

…Are difficult to face, but that’s where freedom is found.

Fuego.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on October 2, 2020 by JenJuice

The 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 , , , , , on September 29, 2020 by JenJuice

I’ve become a foster hoodrat who  has the  unexplained capacity for nuisance that almost destroyed her.

Express Yourself.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , on May 31, 2020 by JenJuice
Movement is the Movement

Raised by a Sociopath – Wanna Date?

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , 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.

Raised by a Sociopath.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on May 17, 2020 by JenJuice

Delayed Gratification

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on March 26, 2020 by JenJuice

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.

Refuge in Love.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on September 9, 2019 by JenJuice

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.

Rendered in Presence.

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

Memories are just a mirror of thought(s) of a past energy. The intangible essence – it penetrates.

It fleshes my soul like the interior doorways of my mind.

It finds me someplace in the night…someplace 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….in presence.