In The Early Of The Morning
Ancestors Spirit Ghosts Will I dance my welcome song Swaying with the flowers Rising with the mist Passing through the gate Centered At Boghill
The Power of Words to Build and Heal
The Power of Words to Build and Heal Words sweet, lyrical, spontaneous, heart-driven, flowing as waves through my soul-cleansing the old painful wounds. Soft, passionate, deliberately loving words - words sometimes spoken without a sound lifted on laughter, washing me...
We’ve All Heard It Said
We’ve All Heard It Said We’ve all heard it said: Don’t do anything that doesn’t make you happy, isn’t meaningful, or doesn’t match up with your personal or business strategic plan/preparation. You may have even heard it from me. ???????? Well, I apologize. I will...
The Colors of Love
The Colors of Love The colors of love Light up Our lives Boundless love Crosses rivers Crests mountains To shine on us all Expanding our human heart To include All the colors of the rainbow Jeanette 11.12.19
The Creatives
The Creatives Musings from years ago seem appropriate today. Thinking with a creatively open mind is what it takes to be an entrepreneur. But that's not all. We need to find new ways to do old things - do it better - or move on to something else. When your idea seems...
Death. It’s always coming, never expected.
Death. It’s always coming, never expected. Messages with a friend about death triggered me to say: It’s always coming, never expected. From the moment of birth, death is the inevitable and always present consequence of life - that we ignore. We live like it can’t and...
When Your Children Don’t Visit
When Your Children Don’t Visit When your children don’t visit because they love you When friends no longer invite you to dinner Because they love you When packages are delivered to the porch with a glove covered hand Because they love you When you really want to go to...
The More I Know
The more I know the less settled I am with the knowing. I’m discovering that there is seldom the last word on any subject. Tasked to write a preface for my book Dust of Shooting Stars. I wrote a half dozen. The one I thought was best I sent off to two trusted...
The End of the Used ta’ be Tour
When I quit working at supporting other creatives as a full-time effort; I thought I was done working in the arts altogether. Not true. The magical influence of the trees, clouds, breezes, and snows awakened my slumbering inner artist and writer. Although I was...