100 things I learned in 2011: Part Three

51. Some things can only be worked out through poetry. 52. We’ve been fed truths about relationships that aren’t really truths. Myths about happily ever after that don’t really serve and lies about love being limited that hold us back. 53.. Don’t hold back. 54. It might hurt.  You might …

100 things I learned in 2011: Part Two

26.  I mostly write to myself. 27.  If I sound particularly authoritative in a blog post it actually means I’m giving myself a stern talking to. 28.  Sometimes I actually listen.  Often I do not.** 29.  If you are going to spout off statements like “I’m not a jealous, insecure …

100 things I learned in 2011 {Part One}

I’ve always figured that if I’m going to be a copycat, I might as well focus my efforts on emulating the cool kids (copying regular folks is clearly not a good use of time).  And  dude, the cool kids don’t come much cooler than Colleen Wainwright (raising  $61,517 in 50 …

One Life

You say the more you think You know what’s right The less you do What you feel inside So I won’t pretend that I always know I just follow my heart wherever it goes And I may not always get it right But at least I’m living coz I’ve only …

Get naked.

Come here. Right here. Get closer. Real close. Can you feel my breath on your cheek?  Yes?  Good. Now take off your clothes. You heard me.  All of them.  Right now. It’s time to get naked. Everyone needs to strip down now and then, to get naked and let the …

for all of this i honor you. a poem by jeanette leblanc

for all of this i honor you. {a new years poem}

For you, and for the lifetimes you’ve lived in one short year: For the endings, and the beginnings and all the spaces in between. For last year’s words and this years voice and for everything that must remain unsaid. For boldly speaking your truth and for all that you still …

You are still here. An poem to remind you: by Jeanette LeBlanc

you are still here: a poem to remind you

{Because there are times that the very force of your reality – the relentless pace, the depths of what has been won and lost and seen and done and of all that relies on you, the pressing weight that you feel when you first wake up in the morning and the inescapable pressure …

the thing that you do.

“I wish I knew that I’m doing the right thing….” There is no right thing, you know. And no wrong thing, either. There is just the thing that you do. And so you do it. You close your eyes and leap and you try to do it the best you …

magic balm

There is no clock in my room at the summer house, not even an electrical outlet. It’s one of those undetermined witching hours between midnight and dawn.  I am drowsy but not asleep, struggling with the wicked combination of jet lag and a brain that has the propensity to buzz …

dusts floats on rays of light

Dust floats on rays of light dancing just above my head. Sheets are rumpled from sleep; covers long ago lost to the floor.  Long morning shadows slice across her back and my face; alternating diagonals of light and dark with no regard for boundaries. Shadows do not see the end …

willing to break by Jeanette leblanc

willing to break

We sit on the bed; crossed legs and open hearts. It has been a long night and an even longer morning.  I curl myself around you as you weep.  Shoulders heave and cleansing tears fall.  A truth too long held is released. Confession.  Omission.  Anxiety.  Fear.  Agony.  Comfort.  Compassion. Love.  …

a particular kind of worship

Chaturanga dandasana.  Uttanasana.  Tadasana.  Savasana. My body has developed muscle memories and attached them to the rise and flow of these Sanskrit words.  I bend and straighten, lift and lengthen in response.  I don’t often look to the screen anymore – just the sound of the words and the rhythm …