Archive for meditation

Solitude.

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.

Relentless Passion…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 15, 2018 by JenJuice

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Gratitude.

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.

Flow State of Intention…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 13, 2018 by JenJuice

Do you ask yourself 20 years into liking anything why do you still enjoy it and what is the purpose? I’ve been in flow since I can remember..life.. it’s not been an easy path to be in flow.. in this world..to me – the only way. While they say we all need to live in flow..most will resist said flow. I’ve been called weird, crazy, wtf, that girl, smart, pretty, whathaveyou in some repository to give me an identity, but no one gives me an identity. I am the only me. It’s the state I reside – The Flow State of Intention. If you ain’t been called weird or crazy for your authenticity – work harder.

Be-ing.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 26, 2018 by JenJuice

I don’t wither well…no mention of how I have been
draggin’ the heavy energy around for decades… Jen Pole Legs
Why not just let go……

Mind(er)ingz.

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

The mind exists to figure itself out.

Present Presence

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 21, 2018 by JenJuice

When you are in flow with life’s currents….breathing is like a subtle wind breeze.21768972_10211341871157407_1950931177896352589_o

Texas Tornado – Presence.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 10, 2018 by JenJuice

If I had evidence of where I started, I may be able to have an anchor, but, thank God, I don’t. I don’t have any photographs before I was 3 years old..My mom claims my baby photos were lost in one of the floods we had as a baby…Houston are wetlands – floods happen. However, why was my brother’s baby photos preserved and not mine? I reckon my mother destroyed any evidence of a reminder of the time she was hurting out of control…like me, I remind her of my Dad..the representation of unconditional love and that’s us. And, one can only love another to the depth they love themselves.

I didn’t meet my birth father until I was 20…not cuz we didn’t want to meet, but because I was in the prison of my mother’s ego. The “use the child as a weapon’ mentality…that just is ego..fear-based quantitative supported by capitalism. It’s as if this ego-sense is a new term. And, the only question is, how do I respond? Because the only thing we have control we have is our responses to any action. How did I get this concept so young? I remember my mom was young (24 years old) and getting stoned and partying (as any 24 year old does) and I’m 3….the other kids were all in my brother’s room “behaving” the parents’ words. There a few older kids just sitting in my brother’s room, silent, obedient, no questions asked, just yes ma’am. And, me, Jen..3 years old seeing my mom happy and everyone smiling and having fun and my instinct..was they are probably hungry. So, 3-year-old Jen goes and gets Doritos and spreads them on a cookie sheet and adds American cheese as dressing and puts in the oven to heat to melt. As I recall this memory, I haven’t a clue how a 3-year-old has this instinctual behavior, but I’ve always been me..,..

I remember looking at the bong and hearing the bubbly water and wondered what made those bubbles occur just like their smiles. Cuz, I knew after the smiles would come the after party of the downer I have this little girl..and “fuck you, bitch!” she screams….and, I just believed her…cuz, mom knows all.
My mom’s not a bad lady…she would have been better if she knew how to love herself and that’s not something intuitive or even known for most….

So, what do you say to self-love?…that’s your truest superpower.

Self-love means pausing, sitting alone with yourself in your own presence and just being still in your space. My Dad always told me, “don’t ever let anyone steal your joy. In the good or the bad” Present energy is always joy, the truest state..words are clumsy, so, hear beyond the words.

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….