Jennifer

lookin at you on the full moon 2/2/07
my cat thinks i am nuts lol
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I am already given to the power that rules my fate.
And I cling to nothing, so I will have nothing to defend.
I have no thoughts, so I will see.
I fear nothing, so I will remember myself.
-From The Eagle's Gift/Don Juan
I AM A CRAZY SHAMAN WARRIOR GODDESS! I AM A HEALER AND A DREAMER.....I LOVE COFFEE,RED WINE AND DARK CHOCOLATE.I LOVE HOT BATHS,ESSENTIAL OILS,CANDLES & ROMANCE.I AM A HOPEFUL ROMANTIC AND KNOW THE BEAUTY OF HUMAN TOUCH AND SENSUALITY. I AM HERE TO BE FULLY ALIVE...EMBRACING MY MOMENTS... I AM VERY SENSITIVE AND EMOTIONAL. AND THE OLDER I GET THE LESS I CARE WHAT ANYONE THINKS OF ME
MY LIFE HAS BEEN A RICH STORY FILLED WITH MAGIC & GRACE.
I AM STARSEED.(see blog on starseed for definition) I LIVE IN A DIFFERENT WORLD THAN MOST...MULTI-DIMENSIONAL
SOME OF MY FAVORITE THINGS...MY DAUGHTER, MY DOG, MY CAT & MY BEAUTIFUL FRIENDS THAT FEED MY SOUL.BEACH WALKS ON LAKE MICHIGAN. HOT SPRINGS WHEN I TRAVEL WEST.GETTING MASSAGES.PLAYNG WITH THE SOUL OF MY ARTIST...
br MY LATEST ENDEAVOR IS TEACHING "YOGA FOR THE SOUL". I JUST TRAINED WITH A TEACHER-ANGELA FARMER THAT SHOWED ME HOW TO WEAVE MY LOVE OF SHAMANISM WITH YOGA AND HEALING OUR SWEET BODIES FROM OLD INJURIES/TRAUMAS. (see blog on yoga for the soul)
I have been practicing massage/bodywork for 25 years, Shamanism for 18 years. Trained in Thai-Yoga Massage this past year.
I just started a new practice called:SACRED WAYS OF HEALING
HOME
POEM by RUMI All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place, I'll be completely sober.
Meanwhile, I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.
Wild Geese -by Mary Oliver-You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting over and over
announcing your place in the family of things.
DID I MENTION I LOVE COFFEE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!