“Love is a language that needs no words.” ~ Jamie Millard, taken from 'Cuoreosity', p.27
Jamie, as I listened to your soulful words pulse with fire and depth, I felt such tenderness in the way you were describing the journey of reclaiming your voice. Of how you listened and surrendered to your own metamorphosis. It speaks to me of something deep and ancient, something woven into the rhythms of nature, time and soul. I call it 'the symphony of the soul of love' - the One song.
I love the way your beautiful voice moves through your poem. How it felt once distant and hidden to you, yet now a trusted companion, a force of liberation. That journey, from quiet restraint to full embrace, is one that resonates deeply. It reminds me of how words shape us, how they hold their own kind of magick, alchemy, how they can help us break the silence and find the song.
Your reflections on the phases of the moon, the burning passion and energy of Beltane, and the sacred convergence of seasons feel like an invocation - one of renewal, fierce growth and stepping fully into being. Thank you so much for sharing this with such openness and reverence. Your voice is a gift, carrying so much light.
And so, I opened your book ‘Cuoreosity: The heart of Being’, which sleeps and dreams on my bedside table, rereading your poem and the note that accompanies it. And as I let the words settle within me, I thought to myself - this is exactly how a ‘voice’ finds its way home, how it rises again, carrying the echoes of everything, everything, everything we’ve ever been.
Deborah. Your kindness dances with glistening eyes and a listening heart. Thank you so much for holding the spaces of that book. In head, heart and hands. As you know, putting a book out is a dance of vulnerability and courage. A becoming.
It is a quest to set free and share the feathers of self and the wings of words.
I’m reading your books slow . Rereading. Feeling. A gift.
Thank you so much for being a kindred spirit on this journey to full embrace. To pull that world card. To lean into the eyes of the moon. All the faces. All the phases. Raising voices. Echoing into the winds of everything. Thanks so much for being here. 🙏❤️
"But little by little / as you left their voices behind, / the stars began to burn / through the sheets of clouds / and there was a new voice / which you slowly recognised / as your own / which kept you company ..." (Mary Oliver, The Journey).
Finding one's true voice - ah, the journey of a life-time - beautifully depicted in your poem - and such an archetypal experience, losing our voice as children and then re-finding it after a long and tortuous journey - and life ... "it goes on" as Robert Frost said.
“Something speaks through me. Asking to be felt. Not seen.”
And so I felt into listening to your poem that drew my fingers to rest gently upon my eyelids, for their closing, so as not to see words that are written to be heard, to feel the resonance.
A ritual of words — versions of endings and beginnings — cycles of death, surrendering to the depths of acceptance of ... ‘lingering ... wounds ... and memories’, a ‘never ending poem’ — we attempt to capture what we feel in a language of words. Perhaps this is what makes us writers and poets, this enticing exploration of being — that, in part, remains elusive of said words?
The page turns as the pen dips into another well of our being, and your poem so beautifully touches the place where we find voice; our love — our soul. Under the moon 🙏 😊 💙
Under the moon! 🌚❤️ Thank you so much for listening and reading and being - here. Your own writing is very inspirational in mine. I can’t help to think as we move into the full green of spring, you are moving into the fulness of autumn. Yet, we still share all the phases of the moon. All the faces . We stand still, yet we are moving. The great spiralling journey. Something is speaking through us needing to be felt. Souls having a human experience. Sending big hugs. 🙏❤️
Thank you Jamie.🙏 Yes, something is moving through us that needs to be felt. I looked up into the star dotted skies and crescent moon as I walked home from dinner at a friends tonight. One perk of living in a small country town. First frost this morning yet dry and mild days of 20 degrees linger. In the illusion of stillness is often when I feel my body most alive, we are on spiralling timelines for sure. Fascinating. Hugs back. 😊
Thanks Sadhbh! I always appreciate your kind words and support! Thanks for reading and being- here. Your authenticity is a shining light in this world. You glow 🙏❤️
Lovely! Thank you Veronika! Am loving the cherished spaces this voice is finding me in. Flowing. Growing. Becoming. From sun to moon. Sound to speaking. To places soon to meet where language ends and where breath becomes knowing. Thanks for being- here 🙏❤️
i've been pondering this all morning, since the first cup of coffee, this notion of digging deep into who we are. it requires a surrender to stillness (which i find to be different than silence or quiet). only in this stillness, can we find who we truly are.
In some crazy way it’s standing still while moving towards. Falling upwards. Thanks so much for all of your support and for your beautiful poetry. Reading yours inspires me to keep writing. Thanks Sam. 🙏❤️
Love it! Thanks so much my fellow Ontario soul shaper! Always living into cuoreosity. Thanks for your support! Keep producing those new sounds with that old soul voice of yours. Blessings Jacqueline. Thank you 🙏❤️
Ah, lovely, lovely post, Jamie. One of my favorite poems in your beautiful book, ‘Cuoreosity: The heart of Being’.
This piece is absolutely breathtaking. Soul unfolding, layer by layer, word by word. The way you explore duality, doubling, my Gemini area, my Pieces moon, of seeing in between, of nuances, of birth and rebirth, presence and absence, beginnings and endings, wound and healing, is so beautifully tender and true.
I felt such a deep sense of recognition in your journey of finding your voice, not just as something to speak with, but as something sacred, guiding, and whole. Your writing moves like a prayer, a prophecy, only to be found in stillness, in solitude, for me as well.
This: "A poem is never ending. It still moves. With me. Within me. Through me.
The wind oils the fire. I let myself be guided by it. I let myself be amazed by it.
I let myself be changed by it. A new shape to the original words emerges and I surrender to a feeling. I let go."
Thank you for sharing something so raw and resonant, so personal. It’s not just poetry, it’s becoming.
We are always in the middle of something sacred. A fire shaping us from the inside out. ❤️🔥🌕
Belonging, becoming, being. So grateful for your voice as I listen to mine. Thank you!!!
Ah Katerina! Thank you for being a kindred spirit. Your comment is so kind! Thank you for reading into the metaphor between the spaces of the words. A never ending poem. Always moving towards the wind that oils the flames. A spiral.
All the phases of the moon. Remembering. A deeper voice. Authenticity. This rawness of becoming.
Being swallowed whole by some thing so much bigger than our self! That’s poetry. That’s sacred. That’s awe!
Thank you for being here! I love how you connect all the dots of the sacred in your writing. Thanks for being an inspiration. 🙏❤️
Brava, my friend!! It seems a lot of our tribe talked about voice this last week.
I love how deeply you look within, and I can tell you that you absolutely radiate your Soul when you write. It is always a joy to read you.
It makes absolute and clear sense to me that you began to befriend your own Self during COVID. All the noise and distractions of normal life were paused, and we all had nothing but time on our hands. The wise among us used that time well, as you did. There is nothing better than befriending your own Soul. Your Soul loves you deeply and eternally, the way no other person can. When we listen to the depth and ancient wisdom of our Souls, we can't help but be set on a clearer and more expansive path.
I felt a nudge this morning to read you as part of my devotions. This turned out to be the absolute right thing, because you, too, shared your voice. What a wonderful phenomena amongst our tribe! And, too, because this verse from my devotional reading this morning was meant for you,
"beauty always shuns the public places-where the light is too garish and where there is no shelter - but it goes to the out-of-the-way, unknown places because only there will it encounter the reverence and hospitality of gaze that is worthy of it." - Ezra Pound.
You found the Beauty of your own Soul in those out-of-the-way, unknown places and your Soul greeted you warmly, took you by the hand, and whispered, "I've been waiting for you, my friend. I'm so glad you're here!"
We're glad too, because you share your Beauty with us. Thank you. For listening deeply. For being a seeker and a finder. For your Voice. XO
Thanks Danielle! You always show up with kind words and smiles. Thanks for being a kindred spirit. Flesh and soul with a gown in-between! Thanks for being vulnerable and sharing your beauty and gifts here! See you in the forest! Magic! Keep writing. We need you! 🙏❤️
Thank you so much Amy!
“Love is a language that needs no words.” ~ Jamie Millard, taken from 'Cuoreosity', p.27
Jamie, as I listened to your soulful words pulse with fire and depth, I felt such tenderness in the way you were describing the journey of reclaiming your voice. Of how you listened and surrendered to your own metamorphosis. It speaks to me of something deep and ancient, something woven into the rhythms of nature, time and soul. I call it 'the symphony of the soul of love' - the One song.
I love the way your beautiful voice moves through your poem. How it felt once distant and hidden to you, yet now a trusted companion, a force of liberation. That journey, from quiet restraint to full embrace, is one that resonates deeply. It reminds me of how words shape us, how they hold their own kind of magick, alchemy, how they can help us break the silence and find the song.
Your reflections on the phases of the moon, the burning passion and energy of Beltane, and the sacred convergence of seasons feel like an invocation - one of renewal, fierce growth and stepping fully into being. Thank you so much for sharing this with such openness and reverence. Your voice is a gift, carrying so much light.
And so, I opened your book ‘Cuoreosity: The heart of Being’, which sleeps and dreams on my bedside table, rereading your poem and the note that accompanies it. And as I let the words settle within me, I thought to myself - this is exactly how a ‘voice’ finds its way home, how it rises again, carrying the echoes of everything, everything, everything we’ve ever been.
Wow! Deep bow. ❤️🙏
Deborah. Your kindness dances with glistening eyes and a listening heart. Thank you so much for holding the spaces of that book. In head, heart and hands. As you know, putting a book out is a dance of vulnerability and courage. A becoming.
It is a quest to set free and share the feathers of self and the wings of words.
I’m reading your books slow . Rereading. Feeling. A gift.
Thank you so much for being a kindred spirit on this journey to full embrace. To pull that world card. To lean into the eyes of the moon. All the faces. All the phases. Raising voices. Echoing into the winds of everything. Thanks so much for being here. 🙏❤️
"But little by little / as you left their voices behind, / the stars began to burn / through the sheets of clouds / and there was a new voice / which you slowly recognised / as your own / which kept you company ..." (Mary Oliver, The Journey).
Finding one's true voice - ah, the journey of a life-time - beautifully depicted in your poem - and such an archetypal experience, losing our voice as children and then re-finding it after a long and tortuous journey - and life ... "it goes on" as Robert Frost said.
A soul journey! Thanks Josh! Never searching. Only finding. Remembering. Thanks for reading! Thanks for being - here! Enjoy that warm spring. 🙏❤️
Beautiful. Think I’ve finally found mine. 💚
Thanks Grace! Bless you and your beautiful voice. I appreciate you reading and reaching out. 🙏❤️
Hi Jamie,
“Something speaks through me. Asking to be felt. Not seen.”
And so I felt into listening to your poem that drew my fingers to rest gently upon my eyelids, for their closing, so as not to see words that are written to be heard, to feel the resonance.
A ritual of words — versions of endings and beginnings — cycles of death, surrendering to the depths of acceptance of ... ‘lingering ... wounds ... and memories’, a ‘never ending poem’ — we attempt to capture what we feel in a language of words. Perhaps this is what makes us writers and poets, this enticing exploration of being — that, in part, remains elusive of said words?
The page turns as the pen dips into another well of our being, and your poem so beautifully touches the place where we find voice; our love — our soul. Under the moon 🙏 😊 💙
Under the moon! 🌚❤️ Thank you so much for listening and reading and being - here. Your own writing is very inspirational in mine. I can’t help to think as we move into the full green of spring, you are moving into the fulness of autumn. Yet, we still share all the phases of the moon. All the faces . We stand still, yet we are moving. The great spiralling journey. Something is speaking through us needing to be felt. Souls having a human experience. Sending big hugs. 🙏❤️
Thank you Jamie.🙏 Yes, something is moving through us that needs to be felt. I looked up into the star dotted skies and crescent moon as I walked home from dinner at a friends tonight. One perk of living in a small country town. First frost this morning yet dry and mild days of 20 degrees linger. In the illusion of stillness is often when I feel my body most alive, we are on spiralling timelines for sure. Fascinating. Hugs back. 😊
What a beautiful, tender and vulnerable post! Thank you for sharing your voice, Jamie! Much needed! Keep shining! 💕
Thanks Sadhbh! I always appreciate your kind words and support! Thanks for reading and being- here. Your authenticity is a shining light in this world. You glow 🙏❤️
"I live into this life....Somehow I always arrive in the middle." Great opening!!
"Underneath the perfume of logic." the metaphor, reminds me of a quote ...
Voice, the sound of the breath of life.
Voice, every writer's most cherished companion.
Extraordinary how voice flows seamlessly from sound of speaking, to listening to the silence, to style of writing, to healing the poet's soul.
💗🙏
Lovely! Thank you Veronika! Am loving the cherished spaces this voice is finding me in. Flowing. Growing. Becoming. From sun to moon. Sound to speaking. To places soon to meet where language ends and where breath becomes knowing. Thanks for being- here 🙏❤️
I totally resonate with that.
What would we do without that precious voice?!
Keep sharing yours! We need you 🙏❤️
i've been pondering this all morning, since the first cup of coffee, this notion of digging deep into who we are. it requires a surrender to stillness (which i find to be different than silence or quiet). only in this stillness, can we find who we truly are.
In some crazy way it’s standing still while moving towards. Falling upwards. Thanks so much for all of your support and for your beautiful poetry. Reading yours inspires me to keep writing. Thanks Sam. 🙏❤️
What a beautiful dance of the soul Jamie.
"You taught me I could sing.
My own song." Yes yes yes.
It's a long journey isn't it, but without the difficult road we would not have found the riches.
The relationship with the soul is a life project!
I can just picture you in green dancing around the Maypole with the maiden goddess of the moon!
Loved also your description of the Spring you are having. Really could sense it. Thank you Jamie. 🙏💜
Thanks for being-here Jo! A soul journey! Autumn blessings for a lush fire and warm bones 🙏❤️
We find our voices,
to assert “yes,” “no,” “enough.”
And also, to sing.
And to thank kind souls
Who stop by to share with us
Leaving us smiling!
🙏❤️
....and no one has a voice like yours, Jamie. ❤️
I swear I could pick your writing from a pile of authors.
Your entwinement with elemental forces reminds me to breathe deeper, while stoking the eternal fire of cuoreosity.
"Somehow I always arrive in the middle"
This reminds me of Robert Frost:
"We dance around a ring and suppose,
while the secret sits in the middle and knows."
What a great place to be.
Love it! Thanks so much my fellow Ontario soul shaper! Always living into cuoreosity. Thanks for your support! Keep producing those new sounds with that old soul voice of yours. Blessings Jacqueline. Thank you 🙏❤️
Ah, lovely, lovely post, Jamie. One of my favorite poems in your beautiful book, ‘Cuoreosity: The heart of Being’.
This piece is absolutely breathtaking. Soul unfolding, layer by layer, word by word. The way you explore duality, doubling, my Gemini area, my Pieces moon, of seeing in between, of nuances, of birth and rebirth, presence and absence, beginnings and endings, wound and healing, is so beautifully tender and true.
I felt such a deep sense of recognition in your journey of finding your voice, not just as something to speak with, but as something sacred, guiding, and whole. Your writing moves like a prayer, a prophecy, only to be found in stillness, in solitude, for me as well.
This: "A poem is never ending. It still moves. With me. Within me. Through me.
The wind oils the fire. I let myself be guided by it. I let myself be amazed by it.
I let myself be changed by it. A new shape to the original words emerges and I surrender to a feeling. I let go."
Thank you for sharing something so raw and resonant, so personal. It’s not just poetry, it’s becoming.
We are always in the middle of something sacred. A fire shaping us from the inside out. ❤️🔥🌕
Belonging, becoming, being. So grateful for your voice as I listen to mine. Thank you!!!
Ah Katerina! Thank you for being a kindred spirit. Your comment is so kind! Thank you for reading into the metaphor between the spaces of the words. A never ending poem. Always moving towards the wind that oils the flames. A spiral.
All the phases of the moon. Remembering. A deeper voice. Authenticity. This rawness of becoming.
Being swallowed whole by some thing so much bigger than our self! That’s poetry. That’s sacred. That’s awe!
Thank you for being here! I love how you connect all the dots of the sacred in your writing. Thanks for being an inspiration. 🙏❤️
A poem is never ending. It still moves. With me. Within me. Through me.
The wind oils the fire. I let myself be guided by it. I let myself be amazed by it.
I let myself be changed by it. A new shape to the original words emerges and I surrender to a feeling. I let go.
This very much how feel about song.
As always thanks Charlie! You are one of my favs on here! Voice and heart! 🙏❤️
Brava, my friend!! It seems a lot of our tribe talked about voice this last week.
I love how deeply you look within, and I can tell you that you absolutely radiate your Soul when you write. It is always a joy to read you.
It makes absolute and clear sense to me that you began to befriend your own Self during COVID. All the noise and distractions of normal life were paused, and we all had nothing but time on our hands. The wise among us used that time well, as you did. There is nothing better than befriending your own Soul. Your Soul loves you deeply and eternally, the way no other person can. When we listen to the depth and ancient wisdom of our Souls, we can't help but be set on a clearer and more expansive path.
I felt a nudge this morning to read you as part of my devotions. This turned out to be the absolute right thing, because you, too, shared your voice. What a wonderful phenomena amongst our tribe! And, too, because this verse from my devotional reading this morning was meant for you,
"beauty always shuns the public places-where the light is too garish and where there is no shelter - but it goes to the out-of-the-way, unknown places because only there will it encounter the reverence and hospitality of gaze that is worthy of it." - Ezra Pound.
You found the Beauty of your own Soul in those out-of-the-way, unknown places and your Soul greeted you warmly, took you by the hand, and whispered, "I've been waiting for you, my friend. I'm so glad you're here!"
We're glad too, because you share your Beauty with us. Thank you. For listening deeply. For being a seeker and a finder. For your Voice. XO
Thanks Danielle! You always show up with kind words and smiles. Thanks for being a kindred spirit. Flesh and soul with a gown in-between! Thanks for being vulnerable and sharing your beauty and gifts here! See you in the forest! Magic! Keep writing. We need you! 🙏❤️
So wonderful, and thoughtful, and what a voice you have. Thank you, Jamie.
Thanks as always Jenn 🙏❤️
My pleasure ❤️