chat

silver hairs unfurl

crinkle in the galaxy

wrought revelations

God whispers Her Mysteries

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Jeanne

archetype

#1

care-taker

embrace persons

too big for me to shoulder

they drop off my shoulder

and crash on the ground

broken.

I forget.

They are responsible for their happiness.

I am responsible for Jeanne’s.

And her health too.

I find home

and settle in for self-care

and its sister:

trust in God!

fire

calligraphy by Jeanne

from Caroline Myss

We have embraced the idea of self-empowerment, but loved it when it just applied to us in our individual lives. Weaving ourselves back into the whole, and using the empowerment of ourselves collectively and realizing the power we have to co-create is a profound mystical truth. It’s not a small time mental acuity we use to get stuff – it’s not an ego-driven concept.

When we look at what’s happening, one way to approach it is through that truth that these predicaments, these crises we are in are somehow going to require all of us to navigate through, one way or another. Everything that is facing us requires all of us to transform within us. To see the world differently, to approach the world differently, individually within our lives, within ourselves, as an incredible act of personal and thus global transformation. This is what we’re going through.

It is a challenge – make no mistake about it. Especially as we see the world on fire – whether it’s on the streets or in the forests. Everything is engaging with that one message – we cannot not see it. We cannot avoid the messages around us any more that we are intimately connected to everyone, that we are each other’s caretakers.

Style

Jeanne is

made in India

ankle dresses

classic unique art

 

by Raymond Chandler
 novels include Farewell, My Lovely (1940),

The Little Sister (1949),

and The Long Goodbye (1953).

He said: “The most durable thing in writing is style, and style is the most valuable investment a writer can make with his time. It pays off slowly, your agent will sneer at it, your publisher will misunderstand it, and it will take people you have never heard of to convince them by slow degrees that the writer who puts his individual mark on the way he writes will always pay off.”

from the little ones…

from Willie to Logan to Jeanne

‘the social unit

‘neath the aura of Agnes

 

solidarity (Japanese)

the social unit

extended family

My First Golden Shovel Poem

 

Sanctuary in Christ Church, Hudson NY showing Mother Eileen in her vestment

Exterior of Christ Episcopal Church in Hudson NY

 

The Golden Shovel or the last word of every line is a sentence

The sentence:

Wear the sanctuary, the arc of the covenant, as your robe, strength, light, and power.

 

Poem:

Of all I choose to wear

I choose the

holy sanctuary

whose tent carries the arc of the covenant,

my most sacred robe,

strength

light

power!

shovel poem by Jeanne

Quicksilver 4/5/2020

April Fools Day

Alphabelt Majuscules by Jeanne

 

Today is April Fools’ Day, a day of hoaxes and practical jokes the world over.
In the April issue of Sports Illustrated in 1985, George Plimpton reported that the New York Mets had recruited a phenomenal young pitcher who had learned his craft in a Tibetan monastery. The pitcher’s name was Sidd Finch, and he could throw a 168-mile-per-hour fastball. Plimpton buried a clue in the article’s subtitle: “He’s a pitcher, part yogi and part recluse. Impressively liberated from our opulent life-style, Sidd’s deciding about yoga — and his future in baseball.” The first letter of each word spelled out “Happy April Fools’ Day — ah fib.”

(It is “a fib” a lie-a falsehood- a trick-a misdirection- a hoax, a fool’s fact-

a fast-ball)

the Calligraphy Path

calligraphy by Denise Lach @ The Society of Scribes NYC

 

Chinese runs right to left or

vertical…

 

Hebrew

backwards.

 

Russian  skips

spaces…

 

quilts follow

weaves & waves.

 

majuscules

march…

 

minuscules

fly…

 

paths

choose: age appropriate!

 

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Jeanne

AGE

AGE

AGE
gives me an ace a day.

At night,
the curtain closes.

At day…opens:
drama unfolds.

Wisdom
is born.

Humility
bites me.

Simplicity
is my costume.

Color
my set.

Bravo!
to the AGE display!

Always,
uncut……never late.

 

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Jeanne

Master in Maine

 sun, my light

wind, my path-maker

 rain, my seed grower

 earth, my partaker

 

by jeanne