Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
There comes a moment when we need to redefine our lives. A time to ask the most daunting of questions, “What is working for us and what is not working anymore?” Whether it be people, places or jobs, we can find ourselves regrouping and configuring a better way to be happier, healthier, or figuring out what it “IS” we really want in life.
I find I have come to this moment and it pushes me towards change. It is time for me to leave my childhood city, a place my father brought us to when he was transferred here in 1969. A flat land that harbours hard working people. A community of giving souls ready to reach up and outward in times of trouble. It is time for me to leave the many souls I met along my journey through school, work and the ones who taught me life lessons in love, jealousy and abandonment. I also leave behind family, friends and neighbours that sparked my creative mind that now begs me to move forward.
I am heading North. My fathers North, called by my ancestors who are guiding me back to nature and a more simpler way of life. We have bought property on an in-land lake with a waterfall right across from us. A beautiful piece of property that is the personification of the Canadian Shield. As I learn to be fearless and surrender to the future, I release all, in the hopes that the light I carry will remain in the hearts I will miss. I cover them in source love and peace. I only ask you let me go, so your heart will not be tight with sadness or grief. Loss is a human trauma that needs freedom to flow and languish into neutrality. Let me create the life my soul calls forth and take this time to reflect what is, or is not working in your life.
May my courage and sense of adventure spark the same within you!
In wholeness, love and gratitude, Jacqueline
“ Excellence is not a gift but a skill that takes practice.
We do not act rightly because we are excellent, in fact we achieve excellence by acting rightly” —-Plato—-
April 21, 2021
The skyline changes as clouds navigate through the solemn sky, predicting change is coming soon. I sit in a space divinely created by the convergence of three tall barky pillars. Three trunks rise out of the earth, like a hand held towards the heavens, in praise and worship. Filling my lungs with the forest air I smell the musty mildew. Leaves that lost flight a season ago lay dormant, decaying but life giving to insects. Seeds that have also fallen lay beneath the ground, wrapped in a an earthly blanket germinating, preparing to sprout. Birdsong blows away on the wind as I contemplate this new year and how I will commandeer through it. Something else wings down to the nearest branch singing and lifts my heart in gratitude. I feel messages all around me, some confirming, lifting, separating and others grounding, directing and releasing me. I am aware of the soil gripping the roots of the three ladies I sit upon and I wonder about the silent connection between human and nature. There is so much we do not see. The roots connecting all the species sending out synapses through the fungal forest in a network the size of the planet. Oh yes our planet! Our nest in constant need of rebuilding.
“They say: The air is a mix we must keep making. There’s as much belowground as above. There are seeds that need fire. Seeds that need freezing. Seeds that need to be smashed open before they will germinate. A thing can travel anywhere just by holding still” Richard Powers
This quote reminds me that second growth will rush back in, testing the strength of each pod and that the web of the forest will swell in design, colour and purpose, just like my life. Each day is a new dawn directing me to be all I can be. I am now reminded of Buddha’s words. “Be still and feel”
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To all the living things
On our planet wide
That soar majestic wings
Or move with evening tide
That have a right to be
Sustaining on earth’s crust
Evolving from the sea
One day to lie in dust
You have a right to be
When will we learn our role?
Destroying all we see
Will greatly take its toll
I believe we were chosen
Caretakers of this earth
This question that I pose
Which skill is needed so?
We understand and work
Together with our foe
To sympathize not irk
Who is to teach this skill?
To all the living beings
I thought it was the will
Of nations honest kings?
Does only man have worth
Who lives and conquers all?
Caretakers of this earth
Accept this destined call!
April is National Poetry Month and I honour their theme of Resilience
Humans falling can fly buoyantly through the chaos
dark spaces expand casting a landing pad
we are flexible as rubber
springing back into form once the trauma has been felt
confused that we are still here
Our thoughts master patience as angels descend to pick up the pieces
our mind, body, and souls connect to the truth
memories are submerged into the ocean of forgetfulness
licking our salty wounds
A day emerges and we feel joy
light slowly flows into our hearts
as we wander weightless around the earth
Today I spent my Birthday hiking out in the great Kennedy Woods forest. How awesome to be among the ancient trees, frolicking birds and singing crickets. Spring is in the air and I feel alive. Each day I have promised myself this year, to do one thing that makes me happy and 3 months later I feel alive, happy, centred, and grounded! It’s a choice to take a step, a choice to let go and a choice to loving yourself better! Join me and take this challenge too. Live life choosing what makes you happy!
Here I sit at my computer thinking of all the things I have on the go. March has come upon us fast and April is springing forward like “tigger” on steroids! I started my book club back up and we are on month #3, I have started a Patreon page to help me bring forth my Soul Coaching Business, my articles, my poetry and my Art. You can find me at Patreon.com/soul expression writing. I am still editing my second book of poems, and working on three other books. “The Courtship of Gwendolyn Eve” a romantic memoir of my in-laws while they were courting in 1947/48, my second book is “A Generational glance at Anxiety” It’s effect on families throughout 3 generations, and lastly “Re-Inventing Retirement, how “zoomers” plan for the future since 60 is the new 40. It used to be called Boomers but now that we are healthy, wealthy, wise and living longer, we need a different blueprint to align ourselves with.
If that isn’t enough I started painting again, a lost love of mine. I have been following 5 different artists online trying different types of painting from abstract to modern art, still life to impressionism. I may begin to draw nudes again too, anyone willing to model? Mom?
What I have found since all these lockdowns is that for an extrovert I am equally happy as a forced introvert. Maybe its my 8 octopus hands and their twitching for something to do but I like my own company. Not to say I don’t like yours, there are days I am wound up frustrated like a wolf in prison on a full moon night! but I have accomplished to take my own advice, I have tried Yoga, meditation, writing, listening to relaxing music, cooking, reading, and oh yah drinking wine. How has it been for all of you? Leave a comment if you would like me to talk about something you enjoyed or struggled with. Just ask me not to post it and I will keep it totally confidential.
On March 21st 2021 our daughter is having a zoom baby shower and we are excited about that. She had a hard time conceiving and she is the last of our 4 children to be a parent. It’s a GIRL but the name will be revealed soon!
As we teeter on the edge of another New Year, Covid restrictions, masks, and not being free to fly without quarantining or getting a vaccination, let us look within, calm the unsettled parts and put our faith in our ability to create a world where we are all free! where laughter can be heard, hugs rule and smiling faces shows us how much we were missed.
A Cardinal sings
The crested finches robes
Mark my fragile life
My destiny echoes
A promised resurrection
A Godly gift
by Jacqueline Denis