Tag: Canadian prose

Lesson 2-CHANGE YOURSELF TO CHANGE THE WORLD

When you let go of who you are, you become who you might be. Deep, very deep! I took a moment in time many years ago as a young adult and asked “Who am I?” When I looked within I saw everyone else except myself. I was the creation of all my parents wants & desires, my societies expectations and even as a soldier, my countries enlisted responsibilities and demands. I was a figment of everyone else’s imaginations. That was the beginning of my awakening. Who I was in the 1990’s is not the same person I am today, nor should it be.

In this lesson we are called to not be satisfied with the stories that made us. Who you are now is who you want to become. I’m here to tell you to forget everyone else’s expectations. Live your life where you fear to live. Be notorious, be brave. Once we begin the journey of shadow work we end up in a place where we should be asking ourselves some very big questions. Questions like; who am I, what do I believe, what do I want, where do I belong and where will I be in 5 years? Taking the steps to self orient is a step in the right direction. Who might you be in this age of re-defining oneself? You could possibly be an inventor, a creator, a warrior, a spiritual way shower.

In retrospect I am no different than you. I live and breathe and have my being enjoying my body, my life, sometimes living and learning my lessons the hard way. I have been to the bottom of a bottle and to a mountain’s highest peak but it is in the middle spaces we live. Since a child I have always known I am different.  I have always been pulled towards psychology and towards the spiritual realm. These were my first two loves. My being has always had a mission and that is to uplift humanity.

The intension of my poetry is to open you up to the spiritual possibilities, heal the land, the separation between us and remind you of the sovereign being that you are.

Here’s hoping I accomplish this great task!

Namaste Tribe, Jacqueline

Life of a Poet Series – RUMI

Lesson 1 – LET GO OF JUDGMENT

BOOM, lets get right to the heart of all that hinders us.

According to Merriam Webster Dictionary, judgement is described as “a process of forming an opinion or evaluation by discerning or comparing; a formal utterance, a divine sentence or a proposition stating something believed or asserted”. I underlined discerning because I believe this is a skill one develops over time through our experiences, for our protection, and should be used as such. What RUMI is talking about is judging and deciding what you think others do or should do needs to stop. You don’t need others approval on how to live your life nor should you care about theirs. What others think of you is NOT your concern.

Rumi states: “Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there; when the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about”.

As an independent, free thinker growing up in a society that demands conformity, this is a hard lesson for me. As I began to be labelled as a rebel, feminist or dare I say conspiracy theorist, I saw a void of separation begin to develop within my family, friends and acquaintances. I however did not bow down and confine myself through others eyes. I began the process of “Shadow work” and looked for ways to still love and care for others while maintaining my own truth & authenticity. Letting go of judgement means finding those fields of green where we can meet others, as we each journey through this life. As we teeter on the future we all want to create, Rumi’s work, created 700 years ago is still relevant today. Now more than any time in history we need to create those precious spaces of compassion, love, tolerance and charity within each of our lives. Letting go of judgement requires us to do some shadow work, which means looking within and asking ourselves, “What is it within me that hinders me from letting go of judgement? and then releasing old discriminations, past negative experiences, feelings of lack of control, self esteem issues or imbedded systemic class beliefs. Whatever you find is yours to release. Then ask yourself, “Can I meet others in a grassy knoll and lie down my barriers to begin the process of opening our hearts to receive more love, joy and peace?

It’s time to shine your light

Namaste Tribe, Jacqueline

Writing Prompts

Hello Tribe, I thought I would share with you today a recent writing prompt that I completed as my never ending journey at writing better articles & poems. Feel free to try this yourself and let me know if you would like more of these prompts in the future.

ALL CLOCKS SUDDENLY STOP. Write about what happens next.

I was sitting in the lounge chair at home reading my next Sasquatch book when a strange feeling came over me. A stillness enveloped the air and I struggled to swallow my next breath. I looked up at the clock 1:11. My first instinct was to blame it on the Angels. They are probably around me confirming my love to connect with the Sasquatch peoples from the 8th dimension. As I curled into myself more, I began reading again. After what should have been a good 20 minutes of reading, I stretched and looked at time again. 1:11 pm My next thought was oh great the batteries have stopped on the clock again. That was strange since I replaced them a month ago. Blaming the dollar store for inactive batteries I ran to replace them. I grabbed my cell on the way to check the real time and 1:11 pm appeared. What the hell! feeling a little strange I walked room to room looking at the clocks which were yelling it’s 1:11 pm you idiot. Dazed and confused I dropped my cell as it began to vibrate and ding. What the hell was going on? Family & friends began to call me asking, as if I had a connection to the divine, what should we do? I smiled and said “Think of your happiest day and what that would look like. Then dream your most amazing dream” that is what I believe we should do. Allow yourself to be in constant state of happiness and bliss, because a synchronicity like this doesn’t happen every day! 

Walking with a poets eye

I’m feeling stiff and need a walk, the sun is gleaming and the wind is faint. Song birds wrestle against the spring roar of the waterfall. The hill in my driveway is my first challenge. It is saturated beneath my feet from recent rains.

The firs, cedars and pines bouquet fume the forest. I drink the intoxicating smell. How many times can I walk the same path and still see new life? Grouse and birds scatter, pecking stone and earth. a feathery flustered day. I stop and face the sun, allowing it to enter my space, so warming, healing. I carry on feeling energized.

As my path narrows I see my friend the crow, still dead beneath the fir tree. I placed him there after a nasty car encounter. I memorialized him by plucking some feathers off his bones and placed the feathers on my animal alter at home. I miss his caws. I, like the birds feel free to pick and peck at the garbage thrown from windows, a hasty retrieval to bag and dispose.

As I march I mark time at the Artesian well that springs forth down the mountain, carving new waterways to the inland lake receiving in the valley. The soothing sound echoes against the rocks in its path and bubbles appear then float away. My hike circles around pussy willows bursting the branch, a sure sign of spring. The rock-cut blasted is fractured and falling. Vertical lines like an abstract work of art remind me of human veins. Yes natures art created by human hands.

Now I am mountain climbing. Lichen and moss growing over the incline make it slippery as I plant each foot slowly. Standing tall, queen of the hill, I notice the sky is full of dragon clouds. Spiney outlines, surrounding and protecting, floating ribs of transparency. I imagine one of them is mine and send telepathic messages calling her down. Oh what an imagination conspiring when walking with a poets eye!

Take The Challenge:

On your next walk write down all the things you see, hear, feel or sense. Be present, be creative. Walk connecting yourself to nature and to your imagination. Please leave me a comment below if you accepted the challenge and walked with a poets eye.

Namaste Tribe, Jacqueline