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Welcome.

My name is Jen and I am so happy that you are here. I write because it helps me to cope and I share with others because I believe we are all the same on some level. We all love and hate, laugh and cry, feel like an outcast and wish things could be a bit easier. Please feel free to join in and comment on anything I left here for you to read.

Thank you for allowing me to be part of your journey and I am even happier that you are a part of mine. ♥

~Namaste~

Recent Posts

Happy Thanksgiving

I would like to say ‘Happy Thanksgiving’

I am thankful for the fact that you all have hung around here even though I have not been writing much.

This past year has seen a lot of major life changes for me.
Not only do I have a new life in a new state…I have found myself head over heels in love.
My divorce was a very heavy burden for me and I couldn’t bear to air all my dirty laundry … which was all I was writing about. Perhaps one day I will be able to share that with you but today is not that day.

The reason I am explaining myself is because you all are still here on my mailing list and it means the world to me. So … thank you!

May this holiday season find you safe, warm and happy.

Happy Thanksgiving my friends, love on … one breath at a time.

Jen ♥ ’16

blank things

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Why is it that
During times of frustration
Times of anger and sadness
Words spew from me
Like a dam has opened

But now
When I am happy
There are no words to share
There is no joy to spread
There is just silence

Sitting in silence
I’m trying to be patient
I’m trying to learn from this
I’m trying to adapt and realize I need this

But the lack of words
Brings me to the unknown
It’s not a place of darkness
Where sadness sticks to me like tar
It’s not a place of joy
Where all I see is sunshine and rainbows

It is more of a blank place
Waiting to be discovered
Waiting to be unearthed
Waiting to be….
Me

How does one wait with patience
And acceptance
How does one not get antsy
And try to move things forward
How does one grow
By just being

I have no answers for these things
As these are new things
They are strange and unusual things
Things that have yet to be formed
Blank things

Given the gift of creation
I don’t know what to do with it
Given the gift of time
I don’t know how to proceed
Given these gifts
I am forever grateful

…and yet still confused ♥♥♥

Jen Helvie – ’16