Thanks Veronika! I slap that ginger and turmeric down every morning myself. It drinks me. Zingiber. In that burn a fire finds me and tells me who I am and what I came for. Thank you so much for reading and reaching out. Have a wonderful weekend. Your writing always sparks the flames of our own! 🙏❤️
I am often stunned by your writing Jamie. So the title of this piece is perfect and it has to be one of my favorites as it is so Earthy. I woke up at 5am and I start my day with your words…before I go downstairs to enjoy the last day of my three day juice cleans and drink my first shot…which likely will have some of those things in it. I love turmeric and ginger and Veronica’s mention of earthiness is so apt. I am on board with her favorite line. I don’t know how you write like this. A part of me wishes I could stand in your shoes but that would be leaving my own and they need me. Plus I just couldn’t wear them. They are too big and I have some growing to do. XO
Thanks Terra! I appreciate your kind words. Thanks for waking to this one today. The words find their way through some days to settle in for a moment in a kiss of glimpse. I have always pondered if we can ever wear another’s shoes or is our journey one of just knowing how to remove our own? So I am barefoot here and growing with you. Blessings! 🙏❤️
And this is how you burn and keep the fire alive—in that primordial way, as a gathering place, a source of energy. Like our Sun or Ra, keeping our hearts, fields, and food warm; the boundless energy of atoms, we let them transform us, and in return, we Create.
Beautiful poetry, Jamie—passionate and alive. Keep creating and let yourself sink, turn, and return.
I felt sparks of your fire while reading your powerful words. Keep that flame shining bright!🔥
Thank you Katerina! We create! In that burn we step through the fire and into another discovery, beyond the words and the skin. Into that spiral. Maybe only for just a glimpse. Thanks for being here and for your support. Thanks for reading out loud. 🙏❤️
What you've described there, Jamie , is how I feel about your poetry! Your ability to make me gasp in awe and wonder of the way you are diving into the words, the creativity with which you craft the poetry and essays and the depths and layers that you weave into this amazing tapestry of syllables, sounds and swirling thoughts is sheer amazing! Thank you so so much for sharing! Always keep writing! 💕
Thanks Sadhbh! Right back at you! Your poetry always dances beyond. Am having fun playing with sound and metaphor. Thanks for leaning into what the poetry brings. Thanks for seeing me 🙏❤️
a very different tone here Jamie… not sure if I hear anger, discontent or maybe irritation below the surface of the words. Emotion burns through the poem and what a brilliant header - Slap!
Thanks Alice-Ann! No anger just the passion of awe. Admitting that words can never say it all yet am having fun to see which ones arrive as I breathe in life and breathe out poetry. Thanks for reading and reaching out 🙏❤️
And good afternoon to you, love! Yyyeessss! Your poem was amazing. The words after were the punch to my guts, as it were, and they brought tears to my eyes. Beautiful. YOU are fucking living beautifully, fully feeling life as it sifts through your fingers, and using the remnants to blow into the wayward breezes of life. Absolutely gorgeous!! You, my friend, have a lovely way of words, of looking straight into the eyeballs of life and grabbing handfuls of her hair as you pull her closer! Love, love, love!! Thank you for Being you and Being here. XO
Thanks Danielle! Appreciate the kind words. Looking to be knocked on my ass everyday and having fun trying to put in words what is speechless. No matter what the words say, something magic still surrounds them! Thanks for being here 🙏❤️
😄 This made me smile Jamie. Love your energy here. You are "fucking living" the poem baby!
That Simon Sinek quote is great too.
Had to look up "Peristalsis", which I am informed is "the propulsion of contents beginning in the pharynx and ending in the anus." Thank you for cleansing me this morning Jamie. 😉💖
Lol! Thanks Jo! I had peristalsis ending at guts yet it all ends up being knocked to ass in the end regardless. Thanks for the smile here too! Fucking living into the poem. When words knock us over we know it. Your last poem did just that. Thanks for being here 🙏❤️ Blessings Jo.
That slapped. Reading it early in the morning made your words feel so visceral, or maybe the morning had nothing to it. It was your lyrical writing. Thanks, Jamie.
I just walked through a forest full of crows early this AM and tried to lean in to what they were saying! Amazed, indeed. I don’t know the language, but I feel it. Thanks Perry for reading and for reaching out. 🙏❤️
Love the passion in this piece … the magic of language … and the creativity that pours out … comes from our more expansive selves. You have captured the joy and the challenge in words. 🙏😊🔥
Thank you so much Shelly. I really appreciate you taking the time to read through this and reflect with me. Hope those hands are feeling better and Christmas in Colorado is calling. 🙏❤️
"Ginger slaps throat in the turmeric of belief."
What an incredible line!
Zingiber (= literally a 'horn body') and turmeryte (Middle English, associated with terra merita = worthy earth)
My morning ginger and turmeric tea is leaving me with a speechless gasp ~ your poem slapping me in the face ~ in a fiery way. 🔥 🙏 💕
Thanks Veronika! I slap that ginger and turmeric down every morning myself. It drinks me. Zingiber. In that burn a fire finds me and tells me who I am and what I came for. Thank you so much for reading and reaching out. Have a wonderful weekend. Your writing always sparks the flames of our own! 🙏❤️
Spice of life!😊
Forgive me... in precarity as they say these days ... I am a deal more elderly and must tread more gingerly.
Vicariously ... top of the morning to you all!
Thanks Phillip! Tread well into those spaces that slap soul. Thanks for being Here. 🙏❤️
I am often stunned by your writing Jamie. So the title of this piece is perfect and it has to be one of my favorites as it is so Earthy. I woke up at 5am and I start my day with your words…before I go downstairs to enjoy the last day of my three day juice cleans and drink my first shot…which likely will have some of those things in it. I love turmeric and ginger and Veronica’s mention of earthiness is so apt. I am on board with her favorite line. I don’t know how you write like this. A part of me wishes I could stand in your shoes but that would be leaving my own and they need me. Plus I just couldn’t wear them. They are too big and I have some growing to do. XO
Thanks Terra! I appreciate your kind words. Thanks for waking to this one today. The words find their way through some days to settle in for a moment in a kiss of glimpse. I have always pondered if we can ever wear another’s shoes or is our journey one of just knowing how to remove our own? So I am barefoot here and growing with you. Blessings! 🙏❤️
We can be barefoot together. Removing shoes feels better!
And this is how you burn and keep the fire alive—in that primordial way, as a gathering place, a source of energy. Like our Sun or Ra, keeping our hearts, fields, and food warm; the boundless energy of atoms, we let them transform us, and in return, we Create.
Beautiful poetry, Jamie—passionate and alive. Keep creating and let yourself sink, turn, and return.
I felt sparks of your fire while reading your powerful words. Keep that flame shining bright!🔥
Thank you Katerina! We create! In that burn we step through the fire and into another discovery, beyond the words and the skin. Into that spiral. Maybe only for just a glimpse. Thanks for being here and for your support. Thanks for reading out loud. 🙏❤️
What you've described there, Jamie , is how I feel about your poetry! Your ability to make me gasp in awe and wonder of the way you are diving into the words, the creativity with which you craft the poetry and essays and the depths and layers that you weave into this amazing tapestry of syllables, sounds and swirling thoughts is sheer amazing! Thank you so so much for sharing! Always keep writing! 💕
Thanks Sadhbh! Right back at you! Your poetry always dances beyond. Am having fun playing with sound and metaphor. Thanks for leaning into what the poetry brings. Thanks for seeing me 🙏❤️
You’re on fire. Smokin’ hot…
a very different tone here Jamie… not sure if I hear anger, discontent or maybe irritation below the surface of the words. Emotion burns through the poem and what a brilliant header - Slap!
Thanks Alice-Ann! No anger just the passion of awe. Admitting that words can never say it all yet am having fun to see which ones arrive as I breathe in life and breathe out poetry. Thanks for reading and reaching out 🙏❤️
And good afternoon to you, love! Yyyeessss! Your poem was amazing. The words after were the punch to my guts, as it were, and they brought tears to my eyes. Beautiful. YOU are fucking living beautifully, fully feeling life as it sifts through your fingers, and using the remnants to blow into the wayward breezes of life. Absolutely gorgeous!! You, my friend, have a lovely way of words, of looking straight into the eyeballs of life and grabbing handfuls of her hair as you pull her closer! Love, love, love!! Thank you for Being you and Being here. XO
Thanks Danielle! Appreciate the kind words. Looking to be knocked on my ass everyday and having fun trying to put in words what is speechless. No matter what the words say, something magic still surrounds them! Thanks for being here 🙏❤️
😄 This made me smile Jamie. Love your energy here. You are "fucking living" the poem baby!
That Simon Sinek quote is great too.
Had to look up "Peristalsis", which I am informed is "the propulsion of contents beginning in the pharynx and ending in the anus." Thank you for cleansing me this morning Jamie. 😉💖
Lol! Thanks Jo! I had peristalsis ending at guts yet it all ends up being knocked to ass in the end regardless. Thanks for the smile here too! Fucking living into the poem. When words knock us over we know it. Your last poem did just that. Thanks for being here 🙏❤️ Blessings Jo.
Fiery and feisty, it made me feel so alive! What an exhilarating read, thank you, Jamie!!!
Thanks Jenn! Art sets us on fire. Thank you for being here. 🙏❤️
Yes it does! Thanks, Jamie.
Well this is on a par with Emily Dickinson's "If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know THAT is poetry". :)
Thanks Josh! Yes, that feeling that something has arrived and that we are changed by it 🙏❤️ Thanks for being here.
That slapped. Reading it early in the morning made your words feel so visceral, or maybe the morning had nothing to it. It was your lyrical writing. Thanks, Jamie.
Thanks Mo! I appreciate you reading and reaching out. Congrats on your book coming out tomorrow!
When I see birds nearby, I am ripped open with amazement. The sound of Corvids is a sound fron a pre-historic past, a sound more ancient than humans.
I just walked through a forest full of crows early this AM and tried to lean in to what they were saying! Amazed, indeed. I don’t know the language, but I feel it. Thanks Perry for reading and for reaching out. 🙏❤️
I wish, too, that I could understand their vocalizations. I do feel their powerful presence.
Love the passion in this piece … the magic of language … and the creativity that pours out … comes from our more expansive selves. You have captured the joy and the challenge in words. 🙏😊🔥
Thanks Simone! It just arrives like a slap some days indeed. Hope the sweet smells of home in spring tickle your creativity. 🙏❤️
Yes, thanks Jamie. I am back from NZ so ready to put pen to paper 📝😊🖤
@Geraldine A. V. Hughes Thanks for the restack 🙏❤️
Thank you so much Shelly. I really appreciate you taking the time to read through this and reflect with me. Hope those hands are feeling better and Christmas in Colorado is calling. 🙏❤️
Thank you! "Tis the season" feels like it has begun. :)