Dear Poet, your words arrive like winter light ... fragile yet fierce, shimmering with hidden warmth. In your telling, December itself has become another language, a tongue of shadows and luminous cracks where soul slips through.
"Something comes for us. The mystery sings us as a song" Wow!
"Apples become bodies laid down on the bedspread of a table.
Flesh and memory. Matter and spirit." Wow!
"Is there a waste to the taste of moments?" Wow!
The alchemical images you conjure ... apples as bodies, darkness as colour, endings as beginnings ... remind me that the ordinary is always trembling with the extraordinary.
Thank you so much Jamie, for tending this poetic language and landscape of soul. For reminding us that presence and absence, light and shadow, are not opposites but companions in the great conversation of becoming.
This morning, you remind me that soul speaks in many languages, and December itself is one of them ... a cold, cold moon carrying Her own poetry of becoming. 🙏💖
Dear Poet. Thank you! “December itself has become another language, a tongue of shadows and luminous cracks where soul slips through.” Thanks Deborah for meeting me there! The alchemy of an apple spread out on a table. Consciousness creates consciousness. “ Trembling with the extraordinary”! Thanks for speaking a language that I can understand. Poetry of becoming. You’ll have to come out with another book so I can finish the last few pages in your fourth book. I’m holding on! Keep writing -we need you! 🙏💫❤️
Ah, you know, it was the ‘alchemical’ apple image that spoke most deeply to me today. Tomorrow, I’m sure another image, symbol will call. I heart your poetry! 🙏🍏
Though I only began Muriel’s book on Sunday, I’ve nearly finished. Isn't it wonderful? It feels quite extraordinary, starting it in the midst of Advent ... almost fated. 💖💫
Advent IS the perfect time to start reading! Her descriptions of this time of the year are just incredible. So much resonates. Oh yes, a soul journey, indeed. 🙏💖💫
Wow Jamie — just as I was writing the last sentence of the draft of my up coming post, yours appeared in my inbox, so I had a peep before returning to it now. The synchronicities ... speaking, adding another tone to some of what has appeared over the last week or so in my world ... a continuation of threads and how we are all connected.
Your prose and poetry ... beautiful; your reading invites a soulful pondering of this, our human self — just a wonder about what we know and what remains a mystery — no urgency, just a welcome curiosity. Thank you. 🙏🌀💖
Thanks Simone! Can’t wait to read your next one! Soulchronicities. Thanks for leaning into the mystery and letting it unfold. In cuoreosity. A heArt of Being. Thanks for being - here - as I share a language of darkness and winter in the middle of your summer. A coin has two sides. Meet you in the middle. Bless you 🙏❤️💫
Thanks Jamie — I love the mystery and feel comfortable and confident that with an open curiosity, we will be shown — both sides of the coin, and the in between. See you in the middle, after Summer though, it's my favourite season 🌊 🙏🤣. Keep warm 🔥. Bless you too 💙
Although it is sunny and warm here on the other side of the world, your words are so descriptive and captivating that I felt like I was right there for a moment. Also love hearing someone reading in their own voice.
That is the wonder of this kind of soul poetry. We can travel through minds, landscapes, perspectives, and soul experiences... only to land right where we are with the desire to be more present, more aware of the beauty of noticing and the art of paying attention.
Thanks Dorette! Thank you for the kind words and feeling the winter shine through your sun. Thank you so much for listening to the recording. I also love to hear somebody reading their own words in their own voice. There’s something magical to that. Thanks so much for being here. 🙏❤️💫
The retreat was wonderful and I didn’t miss my phone or computer at all (except for wanting to snap a photo now and then and they had a photographer there who shared photos with us). I hope all is well in the midst of the snuggly beauty of winter.
Beautiful article Jamie. I especially love the wordplay on soul bites. The soul can bite us harshly when we stray off the path too far, in our busy lives we sometimes only see bitesized pieces of our soul, glimpsing through in between like sun falling through the trees. Do we need the whole meal to enjoy breaking the bread together? I love the Thomas Moore quote. Will definitely look more into his writings. Sounds like December weighs on you like the snow you are shoveling. Sending you Love that melts the snow with her warming rays, talking to you in the different language between words and view - frequency.
Thanks Sadhbh! Another hour of shovelling today just to get out of the driveway and get to work. December definitely is another language! Soul Bites! Thomas Moore is an excellent read. Very soulful and looks at soul psychology in a lens that resonates with me. I really enjoyed your article today and your poetry is always next level fantastic. Thanks for being here and for all of your support and for seeing the word play in the poetry. In the sounds. In the spaces. Meet you in the middle. 🙏❤️💫
So beautiful, Jamie--many of your word/images struck me, struck my soul. To reflect on just one:
"Maybe art is a bridge where our soul and the universe meet?
Seen and unseen. An inscape."
Growing up in the Midwest in the 1960s, my family would take roadtrips. I remember sitting in the backseat of the car, my dad driving and my mother the artist beside him. I was schooled by Mom to look into landscapes. But watching the cornfields, with stalks mowed down, now past their season of giving, and wondering if these were not now mindscapes--fields for my imagination. A break in the monotonous, where only the occasional broken-down barn would interrupt the flatness. "Seen and unseen. An inscape."
Thank you Jo! Bless you a wonderful time with the kids! Enjoy the summer sun as we lean into the shortest day/longest day! We may be living opposites yet somehow connect at bites of soul. Thanks for Being - Here 💫🙏💖
You caught my attention with the first quote, Jamie “to say what you want to say, you must create another language and nourish it for years...” by Giorgos Seferis
How do we do that?
Where do we even start when the mother tongue
handed down to us
doesn’t cut the mustard?
The open questions you are suggesting may lead the way, or at least shine a light into any of the ways we are tempted to explore”
Can I ever know what my soul has seen?
Do we strive to become who we already are?
Does who we already are strive to become us?
Can we ever understand the bite of soul from the stance of our skin?
Thanks Veronika! Maybe a soul journey is just getting across to the other side of language? Thanks for being a translator and a guide. Thanks for being a messenger. My own poetry is my own attempt to live into those questions and to get to the other side of language. I’ll meet you in the middle. Somewhere between imagination and feeling. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️💫
This felt less like something to read and more like something to enter. The way you write soul as sensation—smoke in the lungs, knots and wrinkles, shadows tasted—feels like an invitation into a language that bypasses understanding and goes straight to bone and blood. I was especially struck by the cracked cups, the apples as bodies, the question of whether we strive to become who we already are. There’s such tenderness in the not-knowing here, in letting mystery sing us rather than trying to name it. December truly does feel like another language in this piece—one that cracks us open, broken and free.
Wow, thank you so much Nicole! Thanks for stopping by. I always like to think we “enter into” a poem. Thanks for the kind words. Thanks for seeing the metaphors. Broken. Free. Have a wonderful December. Definitely another language. 🙏💫❤️
Beautiful! I love the picture of the cabin in the shadow of the great snow-covered mountains.
Reaching beyond, beyond, beyond. Asking the questions, like climbing the rungs of a ladder, that which we hope will carry us into the beyond. The light shines through our cracks and holds hands with the beyond. In this way, we hold hands with our Souls, the light, the dark, and the beyond.
Thanks for being here and sharing yourself! Wishing you a blessed holiday season. XO
Thanks so much Danielle! December is definitely living into the questions of darkness. Another language. Bless you a wonderful school break and happy holidays. Thanks for stopping by. 🙏💫❤️
You say so much in so few words! Beautiful. Moore is a soulful read. Hillman harder but opens doors to Jung in a more modern way somehow. December is definitely another language. Merry Christmas! Big hugs to you and yours! 💫🙏❤️🎄
Dear Poet, your words arrive like winter light ... fragile yet fierce, shimmering with hidden warmth. In your telling, December itself has become another language, a tongue of shadows and luminous cracks where soul slips through.
"Something comes for us. The mystery sings us as a song" Wow!
"Apples become bodies laid down on the bedspread of a table.
Flesh and memory. Matter and spirit." Wow!
"Is there a waste to the taste of moments?" Wow!
The alchemical images you conjure ... apples as bodies, darkness as colour, endings as beginnings ... remind me that the ordinary is always trembling with the extraordinary.
Thank you so much Jamie, for tending this poetic language and landscape of soul. For reminding us that presence and absence, light and shadow, are not opposites but companions in the great conversation of becoming.
This morning, you remind me that soul speaks in many languages, and December itself is one of them ... a cold, cold moon carrying Her own poetry of becoming. 🙏💖
Dear Poet. Thank you! “December itself has become another language, a tongue of shadows and luminous cracks where soul slips through.” Thanks Deborah for meeting me there! The alchemy of an apple spread out on a table. Consciousness creates consciousness. “ Trembling with the extraordinary”! Thanks for speaking a language that I can understand. Poetry of becoming. You’ll have to come out with another book so I can finish the last few pages in your fourth book. I’m holding on! Keep writing -we need you! 🙏💫❤️
Ah, you know, it was the ‘alchemical’ apple image that spoke most deeply to me today. Tomorrow, I’m sure another image, symbol will call. I heart your poetry! 🙏🍏
Though I only began Muriel’s book on Sunday, I’ve nearly finished. Isn't it wonderful? It feels quite extraordinary, starting it in the midst of Advent ... almost fated. 💖💫
I’m just starting Muriel’s book! Looking forward to a book club here sometime lol! Keep following those poetic images. It’s a soul journey. 🙏💫❤️
Advent IS the perfect time to start reading! Her descriptions of this time of the year are just incredible. So much resonates. Oh yes, a soul journey, indeed. 🙏💖💫
Wow Jamie — just as I was writing the last sentence of the draft of my up coming post, yours appeared in my inbox, so I had a peep before returning to it now. The synchronicities ... speaking, adding another tone to some of what has appeared over the last week or so in my world ... a continuation of threads and how we are all connected.
Your prose and poetry ... beautiful; your reading invites a soulful pondering of this, our human self — just a wonder about what we know and what remains a mystery — no urgency, just a welcome curiosity. Thank you. 🙏🌀💖
Thanks Simone! Can’t wait to read your next one! Soulchronicities. Thanks for leaning into the mystery and letting it unfold. In cuoreosity. A heArt of Being. Thanks for being - here - as I share a language of darkness and winter in the middle of your summer. A coin has two sides. Meet you in the middle. Bless you 🙏❤️💫
Thanks Jamie — I love the mystery and feel comfortable and confident that with an open curiosity, we will be shown — both sides of the coin, and the in between. See you in the middle, after Summer though, it's my favourite season 🌊 🙏🤣. Keep warm 🔥. Bless you too 💙
Wow, Jamie.
Although it is sunny and warm here on the other side of the world, your words are so descriptive and captivating that I felt like I was right there for a moment. Also love hearing someone reading in their own voice.
That is the wonder of this kind of soul poetry. We can travel through minds, landscapes, perspectives, and soul experiences... only to land right where we are with the desire to be more present, more aware of the beauty of noticing and the art of paying attention.
Thank you for sharing your gift!
Thanks Dorette! Thank you for the kind words and feeling the winter shine through your sun. Thank you so much for listening to the recording. I also love to hear somebody reading their own words in their own voice. There’s something magical to that. Thanks so much for being here. 🙏❤️💫
Incredible words and I love the photos you take…equally artistic.
Thanks Terra! Just leaning into your article as well. Safe travels to Cambodia. Looking forward to your next piece. 🙏❤️💫
The retreat was wonderful and I didn’t miss my phone or computer at all (except for wanting to snap a photo now and then and they had a photographer there who shared photos with us). I hope all is well in the midst of the snuggly beauty of winter.
Beautiful article Jamie. I especially love the wordplay on soul bites. The soul can bite us harshly when we stray off the path too far, in our busy lives we sometimes only see bitesized pieces of our soul, glimpsing through in between like sun falling through the trees. Do we need the whole meal to enjoy breaking the bread together? I love the Thomas Moore quote. Will definitely look more into his writings. Sounds like December weighs on you like the snow you are shoveling. Sending you Love that melts the snow with her warming rays, talking to you in the different language between words and view - frequency.
Thanks Sadhbh! Another hour of shovelling today just to get out of the driveway and get to work. December definitely is another language! Soul Bites! Thomas Moore is an excellent read. Very soulful and looks at soul psychology in a lens that resonates with me. I really enjoyed your article today and your poetry is always next level fantastic. Thanks for being here and for all of your support and for seeing the word play in the poetry. In the sounds. In the spaces. Meet you in the middle. 🙏❤️💫
So beautiful, Jamie--many of your word/images struck me, struck my soul. To reflect on just one:
"Maybe art is a bridge where our soul and the universe meet?
Seen and unseen. An inscape."
Growing up in the Midwest in the 1960s, my family would take roadtrips. I remember sitting in the backseat of the car, my dad driving and my mother the artist beside him. I was schooled by Mom to look into landscapes. But watching the cornfields, with stalks mowed down, now past their season of giving, and wondering if these were not now mindscapes--fields for my imagination. A break in the monotonous, where only the occasional broken-down barn would interrupt the flatness. "Seen and unseen. An inscape."
In those days, for me, an *escape*.
“Something comes for us.”
Shoveled, snow/soul bites.
Something comes from us.
...
“Something beyond us.”
Felled book, falling snow/soul bites.
Something belongs, us.
December has sung
As a different language
Darkness is colour
Thanks Marisol! The snow speaks. Actually it sings loud.
I’m almost shovelled out here already and it’s only mid December!
Thanks for being here !
🙏💫❤️
Beautiful, Sir Jamie! I have no words no language to say, your voice echoes in my heart. Walk in winters beauty, love to you Lady G
Just beautiful Jamie. Thank you.
"We reach for something beyond us.
We return to be cracked open by what and who we have always been.
Soul Bites."
Love your photo: December.
Enjoy the language of dark and cold as you wrap your hands around a chipped mug and warm yourself with your words of wisdom. xx 🙏💖
Thank you Jo! Bless you a wonderful time with the kids! Enjoy the summer sun as we lean into the shortest day/longest day! We may be living opposites yet somehow connect at bites of soul. Thanks for Being - Here 💫🙏💖
You caught my attention with the first quote, Jamie “to say what you want to say, you must create another language and nourish it for years...” by Giorgos Seferis
How do we do that?
Where do we even start when the mother tongue
handed down to us
doesn’t cut the mustard?
The open questions you are suggesting may lead the way, or at least shine a light into any of the ways we are tempted to explore”
Can I ever know what my soul has seen?
Do we strive to become who we already are?
Does who we already are strive to become us?
Can we ever understand the bite of soul from the stance of our skin?
Is there a waste to the taste of moments?
Thank you for your offering of Soul Bites ♥️ 🙏 ✨
Thanks Veronika! Maybe a soul journey is just getting across to the other side of language? Thanks for being a translator and a guide. Thanks for being a messenger. My own poetry is my own attempt to live into those questions and to get to the other side of language. I’ll meet you in the middle. Somewhere between imagination and feeling. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️💫
This felt less like something to read and more like something to enter. The way you write soul as sensation—smoke in the lungs, knots and wrinkles, shadows tasted—feels like an invitation into a language that bypasses understanding and goes straight to bone and blood. I was especially struck by the cracked cups, the apples as bodies, the question of whether we strive to become who we already are. There’s such tenderness in the not-knowing here, in letting mystery sing us rather than trying to name it. December truly does feel like another language in this piece—one that cracks us open, broken and free.
Wow, thank you so much Nicole! Thanks for stopping by. I always like to think we “enter into” a poem. Thanks for the kind words. Thanks for seeing the metaphors. Broken. Free. Have a wonderful December. Definitely another language. 🙏💫❤️
Beautiful! I love the picture of the cabin in the shadow of the great snow-covered mountains.
Reaching beyond, beyond, beyond. Asking the questions, like climbing the rungs of a ladder, that which we hope will carry us into the beyond. The light shines through our cracks and holds hands with the beyond. In this way, we hold hands with our Souls, the light, the dark, and the beyond.
Thanks for being here and sharing yourself! Wishing you a blessed holiday season. XO
Thanks so much Danielle! December is definitely living into the questions of darkness. Another language. Bless you a wonderful school break and happy holidays. Thanks for stopping by. 🙏💫❤️
Sustained depth... "A book fell of the shelf..." for sure opens up a different language.
I will come back. Good comments.
I have never faced a mountain as north as that, even the moon must get colder, a Jungian December, a year to end with words.
PS. I never read Thomas Moore or James Hillman. Jungian Hillman brings the burden of this age home to North America?
Words jog along beside me: a longish while back I began a short poem:
'The stars shone.
Where have you gone?...'
A verse followed and ended...
'Only the water light road shining'.
Ah Phillip.
The stars shone.
Where have you gone?
Only the water light road shining.
You say so much in so few words! Beautiful. Moore is a soulful read. Hillman harder but opens doors to Jung in a more modern way somehow. December is definitely another language. Merry Christmas! Big hugs to you and yours! 💫🙏❤️🎄
And you and all our friends a merry season!
Loved this, Jamie...Great way to start off the new year after a very hectic autumn 2025. Soul bites...lovely! And so creative
Thanks Jeni! Happy new year! Thanks for stopping by 💖