Mother Earth
Mother Earth
Mother earth who gives life,
longs to rid all the strife
that lies within human kind.
Beautiful we are All created to be
but it is this beauty that some cannot see.
Mother Earth is always there
to lift us up from despair.
Nature sings her melody
to lead humanity into unity.
We rage war from left to right,
Mother Earth is hurting deep inside.
Her heart beats and longs for us to see,
love is the answer that will lead us to peace.
Oneness we were meant to be,
but suffering has separated humanity.
When things get rough,
cling to Mother Earth
for she will give you peace.
The heart of Mother Earth
lives in all human beings,
always there to guide us to our destiny.
©Jeff James 2012
Awaken Grace
Awaken Grace
Mother Earth’s grace awakens
in the dawning of each new day.
As the sunrise brightens the morning sky,
night then fades away.
As the Sun’s rays breaks through gathering clouds,
they shine down from above giving light,
Onto the world directing us
unto joy, peace, and love.
Though some will wonder off,
Mother Earth is always there.
Just call on her,
for She shines an eternal promise
that none will be forever lost
and All will soon be One.
Life: Mother Earth gives to all.
Though we are destined to fall,
get back up and learn from it all.
Created to be one human race,
let’s get together in unity.
No more polluting the water we drink,
no more trashing the earth
where we lay to sleep.
No more raging war.
Mother Earth is here
living in our hearts.
When storms of life
darken your day
Mother Earth offers a safe,
protecting place.
Nature sings Her melody
directing humanity to Its destiny.
Be slow to speak,
quick to listen,
for Mother Earth is always saying somethin’.
Be still and know that she is Life,
for in Her, and within All, lies Eternal Life.
©Jeff James 2012
We Need To Talk
I heard a voice say “Tell the women.” But what was I to say? The voice said, “Start the conversation.” I asked, “What about?” I begin to write about topics women might find interesting, but the words are lifeless and feel superficial.
Pushing pen across paper, hoping for a splash of inspiration, a small voice reminds me to stop hiding behind the cosmetics of niceties. I walk away from the paper, thinking about my words and deep down I know there is something burning in my soul.
Nevertheless, even in this Knowing, doubt and fear remind me of who I am and that conversations with women are often uncomfortable.
The ancient mothers etched a message within my soul, I know things have shifted and I cannot look back. I hear their ancient voices beckoning me to the portal. If I listen closely, I can hear the notes in their song. Yet I must ask, “Are we ready to converse? Are we ready to sing their melody, or is this just another seismic movement, which causes us to notice, that we are uncomfortable in our life, but unwilling to take the step.”
I struggle with the message and again I hear the words, “Tell the women!” In doubt I respond, “What am I suppose to say?” In a moment of stillness, the ancient voice echoes, “I already told you.”
Breathing into the Knowing, I move back to paper and pen, embracing the fear rising inside of me. There is no turning back; I can no longer run from the ancients. Fear, doubt and vulnerability have been my dearest friends, and yet the time is now, the portal is open, are you ready for a conversation?
We were born for greatness.
We were born to create.
We were born all-knowing, but through pain, abuse, neglect, and fear we forgot.
We forgot our inner-beauty.
We forgot to nurture ourselves and caress our soul.
We were born to heal.
We were born to lead.
We were born to dance under the light of the moon and the blanket of stars.
We were born knowing, but through shame, we forgot.
Born into the female lineage and branded at birth, we were sin and shame personified. Ancient stories repeated and our bleeding was the validation. Our blood was a sign. We were unclean and untouchable, and destined for a journey consumed with pain as we birthed the weight of our fathers, brothers, and sons. We listened to the stories, the ancient text we heard, we followed the path of compliance, fully accepting the burden of “our sin”. We followed the ancients from Eden the burden of guilt on our backs, branded by the masters; we buried our essence in Egypt.
However, I must ask these questions, “Do you hear the ancient mothers. Do you hear their voices carried by the wind? Do you feel a stirring deep within your soul? Are you ready to have a conversation about the truth of who we are?”
Yes, we were branded because we bled and lifetimes have been spent forgetting or diminishing the sacred portal. The ancient mothers remind us, that we are the givers of life. Yet it is in this open wound of our bleeding where the conversation must begin.
Let us forgo the idle chit-chat and whimsical banter. Let us gather in a circle around the fire and rewrite the stories that were told so long ago. Let us have a conversation about the essence of our being, and really look at our open wounds.
The truth is this; there is no shame in being a woman, regardless of what you’ve been told.
There is no reason to hide behind the facades of conformity. Sister Sacred your soul longs to dance. Let us go through the portal, and attend to the open wounds, together we will heal, as we sing the songs of the ancient mothers beneath the light of the moon.
We were born for greatness.
We were born to create.
We were born all-knowing!
The portal is open to cause us to remember!
Jounda Strong
©Jounda Strong 2012
“Repurposing” Your Intentions
Repurpose: transitive verb: to give a new purpose or use to (Merriam Webster’s Dictionary)
I have pretty much always focused on finding my own passion and purpose in life, and I think I have been fairly successful at finding it. I have strongly encouraged others to go deep into their inner being to find their passion and purpose as well.
But I must admit there have been times I have allowed my train of thought to get off track by the normal every day hum drum of life; you know the same old routines each of us fall into each and every day. When it comes right down to it all of us have to find a way to pay the bills, make the meals, keep the house clean, if we have kids make sure they are kept in line, yada, yada, yada. In the midst of the chaos sometimes we find ourselves allowing others to make important decisions for us in our lives that cause us to get off track of what we started out to accomplish. Our passion and purpose, and eventually our self-esteem and self-worth, suffers the most because of our lackadaisical, mindless transition from living from self-directed intention to other-directed intention. Eventually this rises cause to “repurposing” our intentions for how we live out our life if we truly desire to complete the process of living, and reaching the destination, of our passion and purpose.
Recently I awoke from a three-year bought of depression in which I was walking in my sleep most of the time, barely going through the motions of living, just barely. When I began to awaken I realized that my passion and purpose was still there, nothing had left, and if anything it had grown deeper. But I also began to realize that I needed to “repurpose” my intentions if I was going to move in a forward direction with the same passion and purpose I had before I had fallen into that deep, sleeping depression that left me at the edge of the cliff ready to jump off and give up on life in the first place.
Although I had previously been on the right path with my passion and purpose the first time around, I had allowed others to misguide my true intentions with the authenticity of what had been seeded deep down inside of me with those two intrinsic qualities. This time around I needed to repurpose those two qualities, really make them mine and stick to them. In other words not only did I need to do my passion and purpose, I needed to do them with my own intentions behind them, not the intentions of others.
The entire reason I burned out the first time around, the reason I ended up physically, mentally and emotionally worn out, to the point that it led me to taking a hiatus that lasted three long years in seclusion, with the bed covers pulled up over my head in deep depression, is because I had allowed my intentions for my passion and purpose to be distorted by other’s intentions for my passion and purpose, and the outcome had not been what I had intended in the long scheme of the plan. I had been left with nothing to show for all of my hard work because even though my passion and purpose was diligently at work, my intentions had been put out to pasture during the actual process. I had not remained true to myself, I had listened to the opinions of those who had my well-being and best interest in mind, all at the expense of not listening to the person who had my ultimate best interest in mind, me.
Why do we do this to ourselves? Is it truly because of the aforementioned chaos of our day-to-day lives? Or is it something more insidious? Many times I think we do this because we don’t trust our own judgment. We value the opinions, ideas, decisions and judgments of others more than we value our own. We do this because we want to please others. We may be afraid we will lose those we love. Sometimes we are unaware that we are sabotaging our success because we are actually afraid to succeed. Whatever reason may lie under our failure to listen to our own inner voice and thus take the advice of others, we need to realize that it’s that inner voice that usually does know the best route to take for our true joy and peace of mind, and our success. There is no blame, or fault, it is simply a lack of judgment on our part, the lack of listening to our own inner voice, that voice that tells us that our own intentions for our passion and purpose is good enough to carry out the process of what it is we are attempting to accomplish for our overall good, for the long scheme of our lives, and yes, even for the ultimate benefit of others involved even if they don’t realize it. Because the one thing we must learn and remember about pure intentions is that they are birthed, not logically schemed up in our heads. When the Universe, God or whatever you call your Higher Power gives you a pure intention, it is always for the “good of the Whole”, so it is your own to carry it forth and nurture, and likewise it is not anyone’s to take away.
So I am coining the phrase “repurposing my intentions” not because I didn’t know what my passion and purpose was in the first place, but because I got lost about my true intentions behind my passion and purpose once I was actually doing what I was always intended to do. I’m finding that repurposing my intentions, reaching deep down inside of myself to put all of the pieces of my “original intentions” for my passion and purpose is much like putting the parts of a mannequin back together. All of the parts are there; they had just been taken apart, strewn all over the place, parts placed on other mannequins that didn’t belong where they were placed. I now have to gather the parts back up and put them in their original places so I have one complete properly functioning person with her original intentions, passion and purpose, all in one package.
After surveying all of the pieces scattered about, I now have a much clearer focus on why I fell apart in the first place, I lost focus of my original intentions. I am now ready to pick myself up, dust off the parts, put them where they belong, and start anew. I still have the same passion and purpose, but this time I know without a doubt that my true intentions are the purest intentions, and exactly the foundation I need to carry my passion and purpose forward through the good times as well as the tough times. It is my true intentions that will keep me on that straight and narrow path, not looking to the right or to the left, so that I will reach my destination. I have a dream. Behind that dream are my true and pure intentions. No other person’s intentions can be the fuel behind my dream. My dream was birthed inside of me, is nurtured by me, is fueled by my passion and it is my purpose to see it through. While others may come into my life to help and support me, it is only my pure and true intentions that can make it what it is in my heart.
Repurposing misdirected intentions, getting back on the original path; yeah, that’s what dreams are made of, the option of redirecting, turning around, going back and reclaiming what is yours to reclaim. It’s not enough to only have a passion and a purpose; we have to keep our intentions behind them pure and original. We can’t let anyone get us off track; we have to stay true to our own intentions to see our passion and purpose through. When we remain true to our pure intentions all involved will ultimately benefit because our pure intentions were sent to us for the benefit of “the Whole”. The process may be messy and getting the outcome right may take a couple of tries, so thank goodness for the option to repurpose anything and everything in our lives, including our intentions that we may haphazardly let slip away at the intentions of others.







