Journey

Jeanne reading Journey (with a touch of frogginess from lingering seasonal allergies)

JOURNEY

Today I praise
the multitudes inside me
the girl
the teen
the woman
the mother
the daughter
the friend
the wife
the student
the teacher
the fledgling.

I praise
the questions
the doubts
the wonderings
and wanderings.
I praise
the light
the darkness
the fallow
the storms
the harvests
inside me,
knowing it takes all these elements
for seeds to grow and bloom.

I praise the Committee of Jeanne
The Child who knows the value of play
the soft whispers of The Wise Woman
who says things only once
because that is enough.
I even praise
the stern, sure, booming voice
that has something to say about everything
and declares and decrees with great authority
from the end
of his wagging finger.

I praise
the chorus
that creates pitch (im)perfect beauty
when my heart, hands, brain, and soul
sing, stitch, and scribe
hymns of
words
cloth
paper
movement
silence.

I praise
the deep ever-replenishing well
of knowledge
wisdom
curiosity
creativity
tenderness
anger
fear
humor
vulnerability
confidence
that resides deep inside,
creating the Cartography of Jeanne.

With great exultation,
I praise the occasional gumption mustered
to tug on the zipper
of the invisible bubble I call Home
and turn myself inside out,
letting my face
my body
my entire Being
feel the sun
of being genuine.

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Poem 1
September 1, 2025

Let’s begin with the what and the why of it all . . .

NOTE: Today (well, technically, 2 days ago – such is my life!) I begin writing something every day. Some days it will be a poem. Other days a story. Some days it might be editing and revising a previously written piece. Why am I doing this? Because I can no longer not do it. The words jangle and knock around inside me, and finally one taps their watch and looks at me with a look that clearly says – no words needed – It’s time.

An so it is.