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The joy of writing….  9-23-2010

A beautiful green tapestry through my window. I see many shades of green, many textures from some and silky, delicate and sweet to strong and deep and tall and open.  There are shiny dark greens, tough and everlasting it almost seems. There are fine and delicate green needles dancing in the rain, flowing their fragrances upon the wind.  There is the window itself through which I gaze upon my special green tapestry, the lens through which i observe the changing day, sunshines streaking and stream through the green arms of swaying trees.  The green grass shining brightly after a morning shower crisp and refreshed and ready to greet a day of birds and animals and insect pittering and pattering around amidst its delicate bodies.  The blessings of sounds, the rain pounding the delicate grass, beating rhythms upon our new metal roof, rivering the windows with water falls from overflowing gutters filled to the brim with leaves.   Birds singing, springing from branch to branch, following their fluttering hearts, darting here and there, filled with love and joy for life itself.  Jumping after insects and worms  in the along the branches and in the gentle delicate arms of the grass.

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Collage


bright shines the faces of me across the page
divinity shining through each one
emerging like flowers upon a path
seeds sown creating flowers of my own
faces emerging from my womb
animals appearing transforming my life
immersed in nature i behold myself
beauty abounds
magic welcomes me home
finally i see myself within the tree
the orchids face and mine are so alike
our hearts growing past the facade and into the depths of truth
i revel in the sunlight shimmering between the leaves sheltering me
dancing upon the water shimmering its surface
being danced up the wind blowing my air
floating in the air a leaf twirls towards the ground
i am found here amidst it all
calling me home the birds sing my song
my name upon their lips and their song upon mine
intertwined like wisteria vines adorning the roof
i adorn life with my own essence and beauty
i share my expansive dance in letters gliding gracefully
like swans on a lake
like moonlight adorning the lake’s face
seamless and strong and longing for something beyond knowing
it sits burning
glowing
firing the kindling of my life
into an inferno of brightness and lightness
reborn again across the page
across time
i am
i am everywhere

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i will ignite my fire

I will ignite my writing fire by working on my descriptions for my new blog morginejurdan.com   I will playfully and joyfully and deeply and creatively describe what i do in each area of my businesses in ways which are engaging, inviting  descriptive  clear  inspiring   I will write and write and create and exciting by line which passionately describes who i am and what i am about   i will write and mind map and playfully play with words and allow my passion to splash itself upon the page and see which words engage my own heart   i am excited to begin a new journey and find me myself at the center having a great time   no more struggle and efforting   it is all about pleasure and ease and fun   taking a new perspective i am sure will bring me the jewels I am seeking.

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Warming up

This morning, my mind and words are itching
to be ignited by…

living a new life fired by my heart and soul    a life connected more fully to my inner wisdom   breathing consciously into every new precious moment   fully savoring the vibrancy and magic in which i am immersed   to be present for my life   to be fully alive in it  releasing the old habitual patterns of being so immersed in the doing and getting things done and crossed off my list that being alive and savoring the pleasure were at the bottom and seldom ever gotten to   i desire to ignite my conscious living

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The Blessed Unrest

The blessed unrest that calls me to write right now is…
the inner guidance calling me home to receive clarity about my life  as i release all that was yesterday for decades gone, as i let go of even now and all that surrounds me   as i release the clutter from my mind and my space, my life and my computer,  I am setting myself free for a new adventure a new life guided from within

i breathe deeply as i prepare to be born again into a new day and a new way of being here and now  present with what I am doing  present with who i am being    allowing the essence and authenticity of who i am to be present with me  to guide me

i feel an opening i have never felt before   i feel an ease emerging as I release all this stuff weighing me down   it is sometimes difficult to release and let go and yet I know it simply needs to be done by me or the universe freely taking away what cannot stay in this new space and place vibrant and alive and free sparkling and glittering all around me.

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Mystery of the Greasy Skillet

Chapter One

The Mystery of the greasy skillet starts like this.  I walked into the beautiful kitchen, spotless and beautiful, everything in its place. In fact its essence radiated throughout the house.  One could tell that this person loved cooking.  The shelves were all clean with dishes and jars, boxes and cans all placed symmetrically  where he or she could reach them. The only thing out of place was a greasy skillet shoved in sideways between some spice jars, hanging half way out, dangling over the edge.

I looked at it with wondering eyes.  It added a mysterious air to the room. It seemed so out of place up there, ruining the seeming order of the room.  i wondered why it was there and what meaning it might hold.  Was someone angry and making their point by putting it there.  Had someone been cooking and suddenly had to leave the room.  Maybe the house was  emptied because of a possible fire? I had no clue of course without walking about the house to see if I could find some answers?

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Love is love is love is

Love is love is love is love in endless languages and phrases
What is love really and truly and can it be defined or defiled or forgotten
Wound around your finger and made into a gold band
Is it a hand holding out something to be taken by another
For me the essence of life is love without conditions
There are no situations in which it cannot and does not exist
Gibran once wrote “Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.” yet how can that be
It is but another view which separates one thing from another
Another definition of positive and negative, right and wrong
Perhaps it is in that field Rumi talked about beyond right and wrong
A place in which love encompasses all feelings and places and leaves traces inside everyone’s heart
Perhaps love IS all there is and it is only our “limited perspective” which blinds us to its truth
Perhaps a tree without its blossoms or fruit is just a different kind of tree, rather than being seen as something lacking
Perhaps when we unwind ourselves from the tightly woven fingers of our stressful existence long enough to take a few deep and full breaths immersed in nature
we can begin to live the truth ourselves
love is the deepest pain  the deepest longing
the widest grief there ever was
love is the tallest mountain, the brightest moon, the awe inspiring sunset
it includes your greatest joy and deepest sorrow
love never runs away and hides
love lives inside each cancer cell
inside the most foul smell
the excrements creating our sewage
love does not wait for a sunny day to parade itself down the street
it meets the pavement wherever the feet may be
whatever their color or lack thereof
the decaying flesh is still vibrant with life as it becomes something else
one day anchoring the seeds of a new forest
nourishing bugs and insects, birds and bees

it never stops being
or seeing itself as less
toxic chemicals  vibrant greens
eating and mixing and creating new things
a tree without blossoms or fruits might be in winter resting
love’s fire lives even inside the deepest snow
hidden where we cannot go
inside a murder’s rage is a page a place calling out
for something which was never lost
always around
waiting to be found again
by those whose eyes always holding out their hands
as if empty
when looking inside
deeply enough
the cup is alway full
and overflowing
if we allow it in
if we open ourselves to receive what is always free
if we embrace all that we are
complete and perfect
here and now
needing nothing
having everything
nothing to build or have or get
in order to deserve
that which inspires all life
all movement and stillness
and everything in between
often never seen
love’s endless parade through our lives
embraced in its womb of creation
permeating all particles
where precious meets precious
beauty is everywhere you look
home is anywhere you are
and love is  love is  love is
love
…………

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The Color of Grace

The colors of beauty and grace are…   red rose blue sky and white  Where does beauty begin but inside    inside my eyes  inside my mind filled with definitions all confined inside boxes we call books    let go and flow from deep below inside the tunnels of my soul until i connect with what this really means to me beyond the meaning   beauty or beauty   what I like  what I behold defines you as beauty or not   so what is beauty and what is its color   i wrote down red rose  blue sky and white  and how these might swirl together I do not know   they would flow together in a lovely pale purple i imagine if of equal amounts   what is the color of beauty and grace   what is grace as well defined inside a box or flowing endlessly from the ocean like a wave into and out of my life  our lives  what words do I want to use to corral this grace with a face i paint upon it using my personal values to define it here and now  yet i feel freedom calling and cannot confine its face or define its color for it eludes me as do the words beauty and grace   from inside my world is coming alive and i begin to see everything as holding beauty  i have merely not noticed before  there is a grace to the world i had not even noticed as i hurried along caught inside my own song

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What … writing prompts

what i notice about my heart beat is ….
what I notice about my breath is …

what i notice about my heart beat is ……that it is often silent in my world  i do not feel it or hear it although I often guide people to listen to their heart and not their minds when connecting with their animal friends  i am most often surprised when I do notice my heart beating, usually while I am meditating or relaxing and suddenly it feels as if my heart is beating my body  i almost tense up worried something is wrong not being familiar with its song so much as my my breath whose voice is clear and getting more clear every day as I take longer and longer conscious breaths throughout my waking hours  i can hear its calling me back into a slower pace and yet my heart beat is also keeping me alive  longing to be felt more and longing to be heard    only when I am fully present, stopping all my doing and my thinking and relaxing even my breath does its song become present again to me and I can feel its beating and vibrating all that i am

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Love ….

“Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.”
Using this line   in writing   …..

What is life but love personified in all its’ never ending colors
Love is love is love is love in endless languages and phrases
What is love really and truly and can it be defined or defiled or forgotten
Wound around your finger and made into a gold band
Is it a hand holding out something to be taken by another
For me the essence of life is love without conditions
There are no situations in which it cannot and does not exist
Gibran once wrote “Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.” yet how can that be
It is but another view which separates one thing from another
Another definition of positive and negative, right and wrong
Perhaps it is in that field Rumi talked about beyond right and wrong
A place in which love encompasses all feelings and places and leaves traces inside everyone’s heart
Perhaps love IS all there is and it is only our “limited perspective” which blinds us to its truth
Perhaps a tree without its blossoms or fruit is just a different kind of tree, rather than being seen as something lacking
Perhaps when we unwind ourselves from the tightly woven fingers of our stressful existence long enough to take a few deep and full breaths immersed in nature
we can begin to live the truth ourselves
love is the deepest pain  the deepest longing
the widest grief there ever was
love is the tallest mountain, the brightest moon, the awe inspiring sunset
it includes your greatest joy and deepest sorrow
love never runs away and hides
love lives inside each cancer cell
inside the most foul smell
the excrement creating our sewage
love does not wait for a sunny day to parade itself down the street
it meets the pavement wherever the feet may be
whatever their color or lack thereof
the decaying flesh is still vibrant with life as it becomes something else
one day anchoring the seeds of a new forest
nourishing bugs and insects, birds and bees

it never stops being
or seeing itself as less
toxic chemicals  vibrant greens
eating and mixing and creating new things
a tree without blossoms or fruits might be in winter resting
love’s fire lives even inside the deepest snow
hidden where we cannot go
inside a murder’s rage is a page a place calling out
for something which was never lost
always around
waiting to be found again
by those whose eyes always holding out their hands
as if empty
when looking inside
deeply enough
the cup is alway full
and overflowing
if we allow it in
if we open ourselves to receive what is always free
if we embrace all that we are
complete and perfect
here and now
needing nothing
having everything
nothing to build or have or get
in order to deserve
that which inspires all life
all movement and stillness
and everything in between
often never seen
love’s endless parade through our lives
embraced in its womb of creation
permeating all particles
where precious meets precious
beauty is everywhere you look
home is anywhere you are
and love is  love is  love is
love

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