I started to miss your words, Jamie. No pressure though, winter is for hibernation 🥰 so much here in these ponderings and questions! Thank you for always asking the questions 💕
Thank you so much! It’s definitely been a hibernation for a month with very little writing. It’s calling again and I will follow what arrives. I still get up early and meet the Dawn. Lots of reading. Lots of reflection. Living into this body. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️💫
It sounds like a lot is happening and hibernation is not what it seems. It is good to see you appear here this morning and also good to read you are listening to the inner impulses.Blessings Jamie—
Terra, it’s been a wild winter up here for weather! I’ve shovelled way more than I’ve written lol. It’s the longest break I’ve taken from writing in a long time yet nothing was calling. The doors seem to be opening again. Thanks so much for reading and I’m waiting to read the next segment on your world tour. 🙏❤️💫
I feel a resonance with that. I am crafting something today and it seems important to feel that call. I am still walking my own edge around that. I am in CA with family going through and organizing stuff and detoxing from the recent adventures (as my alternative health guy has suggested things I take and I really do feel a detox happening 😉😂so it is good to slow down.) All that shoveling is not slowing down and I am glad you are not pressuring yourself to do more than feels resonant. And it is good to see you here always.
I like this your wandering and wending, musing and molecules, words finding us. It is more like early March here, but still keeping our heads down, the gale is blowing again into the afternoon dark.
Footprints. Thanks, Philip. 👣 this picture was taken in the snow as it started to arrive on the back patio. I’m still out there barefoot in the snow grounding. Every morning. With the gales! Thank you so much for reading and for being here. Musing and wending! Words. All the space is in between. Hope all is well. 🤲🏼❤️
Jo! Thank you so much. Enjoy summer. It’s crazy how we are on total opposite ends of the Earth in two different seasons. The questions are returning lol. Shovel in hand. Spikes on my boots. Barefeet still kissing the snow. Thanks for being here. Living into the questions. Two hemispheres. One big soul. ❤️🙏💫
Hi Jamie, it is certainly crisp where you are ❄. I remember -20, when I was in northern Sweden during January 2011. It was like a magic wonderland for me of course. Anyway, "the rubble of being" ... you certainly touch on the cyclic nature of who we are ... "We meet as an invasion and an invitation ... We are inhabited of the same possession ... Surrendering to the shadow and light". We really are the all of it ... doesn't really want to be contained, what do you think? And language, so much of what I feel I struggle to out words to .... perhaps to help us develop those other energies? Just asking 🤣🙏 ... your writing invites the questions. Keep warm in your wonderland. 🙏🌀💖
Ah thank you Simone! I’m rowing the waves up here with a shovel and surfing on ski and metal blades. Surrendering into the questions. I truly believe we write to try to get to the other side of language. Most of what we’re trying to say is likely ineffable. Not part of language. A living body. An Invasion and an Invitation. The fragments and rubble of being. Thanks for being here. The mystery is smiling as we find the soul in the rest of ourselves.. 💖
It sounds beautiful Jamie, though I also understand that the shovelling might become a chore❄️😊. I love your point about writing to get to the other side of language 🙏. The mystery is smiling, what a beautiful way to posit the essence of our being. 💖
Brilliant meditation on how consciousness itself becomes a kind of perforamnce we enact every moment. That line about sleight of mind captures something I've been chewing on lately: the way we construct identity through constant, almost imperceptible mental adjustments. Reminds me of those winter mornings when the cold clarifies everything down to its essence, no room for the usual mental noise.
I was wondering when you would return, Jamie. It’s lovely to hear you. I’m currently slowly waking up to this year. I’m going to go listen to your painting this time. A beautiful way to start today.
This stuck with me: The rubble of being. I feel I spend half my time sorting through that rubble, picking up each piece, wondering what is worth saving and what needs to be discarded, or forgotten. Thank you for sharing you wisdom with us, Jamie.
Thanks Sam for being here. For reflecting. For sifting. For sharing. All the pieces. The sounds. The letters. The words. The whole. Blessings. Looking forward to your poetry. 💫❤️
Your poem...from the moment I read "From within," I couldn't help but picture a skinless body walking through life with wonder and awe about whether our knowing would be more complete, more embodied this way, without that barrier that can sometimes be so thick, you know?
Enjoy your hibernation, rest and restoration! That, too, is where I am found.
Happy New Year, (almost) Full Moon and (almost) Imbolc! Thank you so much, Dear Poet, for sharing your beautiful "Rubble of Being". It moves with such embodied clarity ... a reminder that language, like the body, is a living threshold.
Jamie, my deepest gratitude for the way you trace the edges of being with such tenderness and precision. Your reflections arrive as both invitation and illumination, and I’ll carry them with me as winter continues to settle herself in. ❄️💖🙏
Thanks Deborah! It took me a bit to get started with the words this year, but that rubble of being found me in the middle of January and creativity called. Thanks for tracing the edges here with me. Thanks for being here. It’s a wild winter over here across the Atlantic. One to the flesh. Two to the soul. 🙏❤️💫
I started to miss your words, Jamie. No pressure though, winter is for hibernation 🥰 so much here in these ponderings and questions! Thank you for always asking the questions 💕
Thank you so much! It’s definitely been a hibernation for a month with very little writing. It’s calling again and I will follow what arrives. I still get up early and meet the Dawn. Lots of reading. Lots of reflection. Living into this body. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️💫
Lovely. Ah, the archetype of emergence. Word manifesting. I really like this one, Jamie.
It’s been a wild winter up here Muriel! Thank you so much for reading and your kind words. Emergence. 🤲🏼❤️
Bard Jamie is back!
Barefoot, bare soul winter cold?
Stay well, warm, wording~
Thank you Marisol
Am California dreaming
On a winters day
❤️💫🙏
Find Greek Arcadia
in soul-warming Cascadia?
Roost, rest in our nest!
It sounds like a lot is happening and hibernation is not what it seems. It is good to see you appear here this morning and also good to read you are listening to the inner impulses.Blessings Jamie—
Terra, it’s been a wild winter up here for weather! I’ve shovelled way more than I’ve written lol. It’s the longest break I’ve taken from writing in a long time yet nothing was calling. The doors seem to be opening again. Thanks so much for reading and I’m waiting to read the next segment on your world tour. 🙏❤️💫
I feel a resonance with that. I am crafting something today and it seems important to feel that call. I am still walking my own edge around that. I am in CA with family going through and organizing stuff and detoxing from the recent adventures (as my alternative health guy has suggested things I take and I really do feel a detox happening 😉😂so it is good to slow down.) All that shoveling is not slowing down and I am glad you are not pressuring yourself to do more than feels resonant. And it is good to see you here always.
I like this your wandering and wending, musing and molecules, words finding us. It is more like early March here, but still keeping our heads down, the gale is blowing again into the afternoon dark.
The human family, memory crosses a thin membrane. We are still here https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Happisburgh_Footprints_01.jpg
Footprints. Thanks, Philip. 👣 this picture was taken in the snow as it started to arrive on the back patio. I’m still out there barefoot in the snow grounding. Every morning. With the gales! Thank you so much for reading and for being here. Musing and wending! Words. All the space is in between. Hope all is well. 🤲🏼❤️
And you! Words and grounding, nature of things and all that. Good idea yours, feet on the ground! Will stay in touch.
So good to see you here Jamie. Felt like something was missing lately!
Sounds like the questions are returning as you dig that snow.
Love this:
"Is language lived? Words breathe and thoughts burn.
We repeat ourselves and then we repeat our repetitions.
Every spoken sound is a canvas. Every conversation is a painting. A ceremony.
A gesture. A prayer. Speaking into things."
With love from Summer to Winter. 🙏
Jo! Thank you so much. Enjoy summer. It’s crazy how we are on total opposite ends of the Earth in two different seasons. The questions are returning lol. Shovel in hand. Spikes on my boots. Barefeet still kissing the snow. Thanks for being here. Living into the questions. Two hemispheres. One big soul. ❤️🙏💫
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We're about to suffer our own arctic blast this weekend in the states (a blast accompanied by hot air--but that's another story!)
Saving this for the weekend, Jamie. Thank you
Hi Jamie, it is certainly crisp where you are ❄. I remember -20, when I was in northern Sweden during January 2011. It was like a magic wonderland for me of course. Anyway, "the rubble of being" ... you certainly touch on the cyclic nature of who we are ... "We meet as an invasion and an invitation ... We are inhabited of the same possession ... Surrendering to the shadow and light". We really are the all of it ... doesn't really want to be contained, what do you think? And language, so much of what I feel I struggle to out words to .... perhaps to help us develop those other energies? Just asking 🤣🙏 ... your writing invites the questions. Keep warm in your wonderland. 🙏🌀💖
Ah thank you Simone! I’m rowing the waves up here with a shovel and surfing on ski and metal blades. Surrendering into the questions. I truly believe we write to try to get to the other side of language. Most of what we’re trying to say is likely ineffable. Not part of language. A living body. An Invasion and an Invitation. The fragments and rubble of being. Thanks for being here. The mystery is smiling as we find the soul in the rest of ourselves.. 💖
It sounds beautiful Jamie, though I also understand that the shovelling might become a chore❄️😊. I love your point about writing to get to the other side of language 🙏. The mystery is smiling, what a beautiful way to posit the essence of our being. 💖
Brilliant meditation on how consciousness itself becomes a kind of perforamnce we enact every moment. That line about sleight of mind captures something I've been chewing on lately: the way we construct identity through constant, almost imperceptible mental adjustments. Reminds me of those winter mornings when the cold clarifies everything down to its essence, no room for the usual mental noise.
Hey, thanks so much for reading and commenting 🙏❤️
I love this!
Thanks for stopping by Allegra 🙏❤️💫
Beautifully written as always!
Thanks Mo! Just diving into yours today too! Thanks for being here. ❤️💫
I was wondering when you would return, Jamie. It’s lovely to hear you. I’m currently slowly waking up to this year. I’m going to go listen to your painting this time. A beautiful way to start today.
Wake well my friend. One step at a time. Soulprints. Thanks for being here. Hope to hear you sing soon 🙏❤️💫
This stuck with me: The rubble of being. I feel I spend half my time sorting through that rubble, picking up each piece, wondering what is worth saving and what needs to be discarded, or forgotten. Thank you for sharing you wisdom with us, Jamie.
Thanks Sam for being here. For reflecting. For sifting. For sharing. All the pieces. The sounds. The letters. The words. The whole. Blessings. Looking forward to your poetry. 💫❤️
This is lovely Jamie. It's always lovely to see you from within. To ponder the lines between your lines. oxox
Thanks Deb ❤️💫
Your poem...from the moment I read "From within," I couldn't help but picture a skinless body walking through life with wonder and awe about whether our knowing would be more complete, more embodied this way, without that barrier that can sometimes be so thick, you know?
Enjoy your hibernation, rest and restoration! That, too, is where I am found.
Thank you for sharing your gorgeous words! XO
Happy New Year, (almost) Full Moon and (almost) Imbolc! Thank you so much, Dear Poet, for sharing your beautiful "Rubble of Being". It moves with such embodied clarity ... a reminder that language, like the body, is a living threshold.
Jamie, my deepest gratitude for the way you trace the edges of being with such tenderness and precision. Your reflections arrive as both invitation and illumination, and I’ll carry them with me as winter continues to settle herself in. ❄️💖🙏
Thanks Deborah! It took me a bit to get started with the words this year, but that rubble of being found me in the middle of January and creativity called. Thanks for tracing the edges here with me. Thanks for being here. It’s a wild winter over here across the Atlantic. One to the flesh. Two to the soul. 🙏❤️💫