Plethora of Everything

Everything is a process; You don't see a flower where once there was nothing. First there was a sprout, then a leaf, then perhaps a bulb, then a flower. The flower may seem to have appeared from nothing, only because you didn't witness the process . We are accustomed to seeing things seemingly come from nothing- We order food at a restaurant, it's set before us, pretty, ready to eat. We buy clothes per our size, manufactured ready to wear... we only have to cut off the tags to use them. We use soap and shampoo that merely needs squeezed from a bottle, or rubbed to function. We are used to seeing things seemingly come from nothing. So when we, as human beings in this society, are expected to wait, be patient, observe, have faith, to reap without immediately sowing- we often become frustrated, perplexed, and sometimes give up. It is then we must remind ourselves that everything is a process. Where there is something, there was at the very least an energy ...

Feeling happy , safe and secure is my birthright; as it is for all.  I am worthy of success. I am worthy of love.  The more I receive, the more I'm able to give. I welcome happiness, confidence, love and fortune into my life... into my aura. I am comfortable with success and goodness. 

On Letting Love Flow Love flows through me effortlessly. I am a channel through which love can easily flow. I am an instrument which love can easily play. It is for me to keep the instrument in tune and ready to be played, It is for me to keep the channel free of clutter and open for love to navigate and flow freely. For when I have faith in love, I have faith in life. And for when I have faith in life, I have nothing to fear.  On Quieting the Mind It's not for me to judge. Let me be humble. Let me anticipate with great joy all that is  good to come  in these next minutes and days. I consciously live in a state of being ; this helps me quiet the chatter of the mind. On Existing on a Spiritual Plane In a realm beyond space and time exists my soul. I close my eyes to imagine my skin, then bones, dissipate into nothingness. And what remains is an energy field... my soul, my spirit. I am more than my body and mind and ...

Not a single rose cut in my name Nor a single chocolate to give temporary sweetness to my mouth Nothing that costs money Not even a loving word is what I need What I really want, really need, is you Your time Your touch I need you to know I still love you so much Our lives are more hectic now Many days there's no time for a kiss A tender embrace Or the love we would once regularly make While all of this does make it a little harder It doesn't mean my love doesn't continue to grow stronger I desire you I admire you And I love knowing you feel that for me too So this Valentine's Day give me what I really want What I really need- that's YOU. Author's note:  Before kids, chocolates and flowers are luxuries, special treats; After kids a couple hours of alone time is a luxury and special treat! Thanks to my mother who will watch our 2 year old this afternoon, post nap time, so we can celebrate Valentine's with one thing, and one ...

    It Takes Time    I've written here and there and a little bit of everywhere... everywhere but here , on my blog . I write in notebooks, on scrap paper, but to turn those scribbles into type and tap the word "publish" requires effort and time.     Before early Dec I'd blog when Sam (my two year old) was napping or after he'd gone to bed.     That has changed- something else is occupying my time and forcing me to stare at the computer screen... Etsy . Boring? -To you, maybe. Addictive? -To me, yes, slightly.     But it has to be addictive in order to work . And Dedication         Any new business has to be like a drug you must do daily. You've got to get that fix .     You've got to work it or it won't work. And, oftentimes, even when you are addicted, even when you do work it... it still doesn't work! Then you meagerly remove your entrepreneurial cap for several months, maybe even years,...

Trying not to live in my robe when at home But it's winter Trying not to drink more than one beer a night But it's winter Trying not to let my 2 year old watch too much TV But it's winter Trying to protect my dry hands from cracking But it's winter Trying to turn sexual desire into sexual action But it's winter Trying not to let too many stray cats pass through my door But it's winter Trying to live in the moment, be grateful and not daydream about being somewhere else But it's winter... Author's Note: I don't typically feel so negative and depressive; writing is a release for me.  Light, Love and Peace ~J

I hate this weather. It's windy, it's cold. It chills me to the core, to the bone . I hate this weather. I fucking hate it. It makes me feel grumpy and old but mainly just cold . This weather at times, it even chills my soul! My ser , my very being. There are people that don't mind it- Good for them . There are people that get used to it- Good for them . I hate this weather. It's gloomy too much of the time, the clouds hang so low for so long It can make a non-pot-smoker wanna hit a bong. It's not good for me. Everyday I find myself just trying to cope, looking forward to vacation is my glimmer of hope . I hate this weather. I fucking hate it. I know no one cares and good for them. I'm writing for me, not for them, because they don't mind this fucking weather, with this weather they know how to cope at least that's my humble hope.