One PulseAnd then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the daffodils. :: William Wordsworth ::Sometimes when I’m sitting down, I feel a pulse beating in my kneecap, in my thigh, in my rib, in my ear, in my hip, or in my heel.Knowing that adverse forces and energies abound, I always check to be sure that it is beating in time with my heart and not some lingering, unresolved etheric imprint that longs to be recognized though it is doomed to an eternal limbo of unfulfilled wishes.As soon…See More
:: Shine On ::Everyone and everything are moving around me at light speed. I am sure that some days I must look like one of those die hard monks in Tiananmen Square, standing at the epicenter of a busy intersection like an anomaly exhibiting her humanity. My arms are at my sides, my posture is upright, my eyes are closed, and I have a look of peace about my face that reflects the dissociative episode I am undergoing in the name of enlightenment and progress. They say the treatment for this kind…See More
And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the daffodils. :: William Wordsworth ::
Sometimes when I’m sitting down, I feel a pulse beating in my kneecap, in my thigh, in my rib, in my ear, in my hip, or in my heel.
Knowing that adverse forces and energies abound, I always check to be sure that it is beating in time with my heart and not some lingering, unresolved… Continue
Flipping through post-it notes and journal entries:
The First Line
A friend in distress asked me for a life vest in the form of creative inspiration. Help, give me a writing exercise. I responded with some words to start off a reverie:
Inside we travel distances to arrive at our beginning...
Each of us is called to transform ourselves
from peasant to Emperor--
from mistress to Empress--
from pawns to Kings and Queens
of our own morphogenetic castles and empires
which… Continue
I crossed paths with a butterfly this morning and noticed that she’d forgotten how to fly. Out of respect, I picked her up to join me for the final stretch of my walk and then bid her a proper farewell.
Butterflies are symbols of transformation and life’s infinite journey. I was not immediately thrilled to find one unconscious on the sidewalk, but after further evaluation, I realized our chance meeting delivered an important… Continue
Beautiful Blog, Julie! Look forward to reading more! I love Rilke.
"We’re conscious of blossoming and withering
both at once.
And somewhere lions rove, all unaware,
while still in their splendor, of any weakness"
Living in Montana, I am ever aware of this-- mountain lions and griizzly bears. But I wonder if they know their "splendor" at all. I just think they ARE. I strive to be like them.
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Thank you Julie for the priviledge and honor of reading your work. It is crystal clear to me, you and writing are without question a perfect match! The keen insight you posess is profoundly reflected with each and every word you write... Which leaves me to conclude that life has decorated you with wisdom and an infinite passion far beyond your years ...Your writing is absolutetly alluring with it's electrifying patterns, perfect pitch, and flow. I can best describe your writing by the way it fuels my sense of purpose which in turn transcends my spirit to a higher plane within my humaneness...I am in awe of your extraordinary talent!
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"We’re conscious of blossoming and withering
both at once.
And somewhere lions rove, all unaware,
while still in their splendor, of any weakness"
Living in Montana, I am ever aware of this-- mountain lions and griizzly bears. But I wonder if they know their "splendor" at all. I just think they ARE. I strive to be like them.
Welcome to the Bloggers Let’s Make it Work group! So glad you are here. Please visit the discussion New Members Visit Here First, tell us about your blog so we can list it on the members blog index.
I hope you will find, as I did, a great sense of community, loads of information and resources, and an incredible amount of talent.
Jump in on ongoing discussions or start one if there is an issue you would like to discuss.
Let me know if you have any questions.
Look forward to reading your posts.
Warm regards,
Julie Jeffs
Beginning a Life at 50
http://juliejeffs.blogspot.com
Peace Julie...
Angela
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