Soulstice❣️ I love that. It's so easy to forget that all the wonderful colours we are gifted to see are born from darkness and blend into the brilliance of light. Thank you for reminding us. Powerful poetry ✨💫⭐️
All the light we cannot see, is always there as a rainbow of colours. There’s poetry in the darkness wrapped in faith. Thank you so much for helping me always see my only light! 🙏❤️
Thank you Jamie for this poem. I will forever be grateful and never forget the moment when these lines opened my soul to the truth I always knew. Thank you Thank you thank you. You are a gift! ❤️💕 Happy Soulstice
😭🙏❤️ thank you so much for your support. I’m not sure if I would’ve been able to keep writing without knowing somebody was reading way back then. Bless you.
The wind is blowing hard today from the North Atlantic, spinnning in, time past and time future. I was soon to be born in an air-raid 83 years ago. My heart returns to unreachable Gaza.
Thank you Phillip and bless you. Sometimes those wind storms wrapped in chaos leave beautiful gifts. Thanks for being you. I cherish your wonderful reflections and your deep knowledge and wisdom well earned in the unfolding wrinkles of who you are. Bless you a wonderful holiday season. Thank you for all of your support. 🙏❤️
I have just read it now after posting earlier today my own personal contemplations on light and love. I see the echos. Contemplations so many of us are having at this time of year. Everything you write resonates.
I copied and pasted one part of your post that I was going to share back here in this comment to you, but by the end of my reading I realised I may as well have highlighted the whole lot. 😊
A soulstice, that is wonderful, I love that so much. I loved this whole post, Jamie. I was listening to a song called Lux Venit (light has come) all day today, and now I can see that it also ties in to the soulstice. I had no idea about the origins of Yule, that is so fascinating. Also, I do not use true black paint in my art, only what I can mix from my other paints; I had a teacher once tell me true black can’t be found in nature.
As always, your poetry is an inspiration and a light, thank you for sharing. Happy soulstice.
I love the blending of the adult and the childlike
The wonder of innocence
The word fuck
The loyalty of the light
The peace of a buck
It's not about the money money money
Deer, it's about your antlers bringing home the light
Loving everything within in tenderness
Letting go of old blight
Hand holding the innocent child until she/they/he wakes up ready to play
To awaken before Dawn on the Holy Christmas day!
I wanted to believe in Santa so bad...but I was skeptical. I had questions. I followed my curiosity. I camped out one Easter, having deduced if the Easter bunny was false, so was Santa too. I caught my mom on the toilet past midnight still toiling with the Easter basket, she told me the Easter bunny was delayed. And I shattered my illusions and lots the magick until I realized...it is only when we place the false on the alter of the real that we lose the magic we want to feel. And I real eyed maybe the magick is real after all. The wonder. The awe. The miracles. The REAL DEAL of sacred inspiration, of the Christ born in each of us anew - this is the Christ-mas/mas Christ that I know in my soul is TRUE!
I like the notion of 'soulstice'; not heard or thought of that before. The word seems to bring with it a sense of 'home', reminding ourselves we are an intrinsic and vital part of Nature's cycles. In that respect, humility strengthens us by recognising our true place in the scheme of things. Thank you for the post.
What a lovely spiritual praxis. Good for you, good for us. My First Nations teachers speak of the Ceremony of the Sun Warrior. Greet each dawn with prayer (or poetry), drink a glass of water placed the night prior in an eastern window, and stay awake as long as Mishomis(Grandfather) is in the sky. To become a Sun Warrior you must accomplish this for the full cycle of 1yr. How long have you been greeting the dawn? By the beauty of your poetry I would surmise you are or becoming a Sun Warrior.
Thanks! Thirty of my fifty-five years have greeted the dawn. The last six in a much more awareness of being. I am not sure if I am a Sun Warrior but I do like to witness the darkness releasing her colours, with a cup in hand and a pen that turns coffee into ink. Thanks Muriel 🙏
Soulstice❣️ I love that. It's so easy to forget that all the wonderful colours we are gifted to see are born from darkness and blend into the brilliance of light. Thank you for reminding us. Powerful poetry ✨💫⭐️
All the light we cannot see, is always there as a rainbow of colours. There’s poetry in the darkness wrapped in faith. Thank you so much for helping me always see my only light! 🙏❤️
Reminding me
That love is a choice
A choice that I create
Every fucking day
Thank you Jamie for this poem. I will forever be grateful and never forget the moment when these lines opened my soul to the truth I always knew. Thank you Thank you thank you. You are a gift! ❤️💕 Happy Soulstice
😭🙏❤️ thank you so much for your support. I’m not sure if I would’ve been able to keep writing without knowing somebody was reading way back then. Bless you.
Always keep writing! The world needs your words! ❤️💕
Good words. Encourage the poets!
Wonderful woods, wonderful photo.
The wind is blowing hard today from the North Atlantic, spinnning in, time past and time future. I was soon to be born in an air-raid 83 years ago. My heart returns to unreachable Gaza.
Thank you Phillip and bless you. Sometimes those wind storms wrapped in chaos leave beautiful gifts. Thanks for being you. I cherish your wonderful reflections and your deep knowledge and wisdom well earned in the unfolding wrinkles of who you are. Bless you a wonderful holiday season. Thank you for all of your support. 🙏❤️
I love this Jamie. Favourite one so far.
I have just read it now after posting earlier today my own personal contemplations on light and love. I see the echos. Contemplations so many of us are having at this time of year. Everything you write resonates.
I copied and pasted one part of your post that I was going to share back here in this comment to you, but by the end of my reading I realised I may as well have highlighted the whole lot. 😊
Have a beautiful Christmas Jamie. Jo 🌟🙏
Thanks Jo! Bless you. Your kind words and support are always a big warm smile. Your light echos! 🙏❤️
A soulstice, that is wonderful, I love that so much. I loved this whole post, Jamie. I was listening to a song called Lux Venit (light has come) all day today, and now I can see that it also ties in to the soulstice. I had no idea about the origins of Yule, that is so fascinating. Also, I do not use true black paint in my art, only what I can mix from my other paints; I had a teacher once tell me true black can’t be found in nature.
As always, your poetry is an inspiration and a light, thank you for sharing. Happy soulstice.
Thank you so much Jenn! I love that black is made from all colours. In the darkness lives light. Happy Soulstice indeed. Bless you.
Dude, I wasn't led to read til now and you happen to have 11 <3 and 11 comments
Love it!
11 <3 and 11 Comments - and this the time I was aligned to read it! <3 :)
Of course now you have twelve comments. Twelve days of...poems, presence, purpose
I love the blending of the adult and the childlike
The wonder of innocence
The word fuck
The loyalty of the light
The peace of a buck
It's not about the money money money
Deer, it's about your antlers bringing home the light
Loving everything within in tenderness
Letting go of old blight
Hand holding the innocent child until she/they/he wakes up ready to play
To awaken before Dawn on the Holy Christmas day!
I wanted to believe in Santa so bad...but I was skeptical. I had questions. I followed my curiosity. I camped out one Easter, having deduced if the Easter bunny was false, so was Santa too. I caught my mom on the toilet past midnight still toiling with the Easter basket, she told me the Easter bunny was delayed. And I shattered my illusions and lots the magick until I realized...it is only when we place the false on the alter of the real that we lose the magic we want to feel. And I real eyed maybe the magick is real after all. The wonder. The awe. The miracles. The REAL DEAL of sacred inspiration, of the Christ born in each of us anew - this is the Christ-mas/mas Christ that I know in my soul is TRUE!
Thanks Alicia! Its definitely a journey to remembering the light within. Sacred Awe. Presence of Wonder. Bless you! 🙏❤️
<3
Love it...Merry Xmas, Jamie.
Thanks Mo. 🙏❤️
So many truths in this beautiful writing. Thanks for the little messages. I needed the reminders.
Thank you Anastasia 🙏❤️
I like the notion of 'soulstice'; not heard or thought of that before. The word seems to bring with it a sense of 'home', reminding ourselves we are an intrinsic and vital part of Nature's cycles. In that respect, humility strengthens us by recognising our true place in the scheme of things. Thank you for the post.
Thanks Joshua! I couldn’t agree more! Well said!
What a lovely spiritual praxis. Good for you, good for us. My First Nations teachers speak of the Ceremony of the Sun Warrior. Greet each dawn with prayer (or poetry), drink a glass of water placed the night prior in an eastern window, and stay awake as long as Mishomis(Grandfather) is in the sky. To become a Sun Warrior you must accomplish this for the full cycle of 1yr. How long have you been greeting the dawn? By the beauty of your poetry I would surmise you are or becoming a Sun Warrior.
Thanks! Thirty of my fifty-five years have greeted the dawn. The last six in a much more awareness of being. I am not sure if I am a Sun Warrior but I do like to witness the darkness releasing her colours, with a cup in hand and a pen that turns coffee into ink. Thanks Muriel 🙏