SING A NEW TUNE

What if today we practice being fully present, if even for just a few minutes?

Perhaps just step outside your door.
or pause on the way to the car.
Stop and look around you.
Take in the beauty.
take in the chaos.
Take in the order.
Ponder the abundance.
Learn the flowers
Listen to the leaves
Feel the sun's kiss
or the rains gentle baptism
Wonder about the earth's embrace
Smile back and walk on.
Notice gratitude
Breathe the light
Sing a new tune

have a great day everyone!
love, jules
(6/24/2014)

The Beauty in the Mistake

Trial & Error, trial & error...conclusion, being yourself is easier after you've made a few really stupid mistakes. Then you kinda get over the idea that you're gonna be wonderful someday or that someone is going to notice. AFter letting go of that delusion, you can just show up as yourself, your beautiful wonderful self, warts and all. I think that's my favorite part about being in my 50's. Lots of those mistakes have already been made. Whew! And I kinda like who I am now. Hidden in the mistakes was the true me, waiting to just be.

a simple formula

just give me a couple hours
a cup of tea
a friend with true heart
and a gentle ear
then i'll feel like the richest,
most successful, most serene
and i'll be the best me in the world

~just jules, 5/9/14

How Writing Saved My Life

She lived an invisible life

Hiding behind a shy facade

Hoping to not rock any boats 

with her passion for swaying

Longing for a way to say

how much she loved

Then one day the teacher said, "write"

Her pen hit the paper

Gradually word by word, 

Day by day, year by year

She became visible, alive

And now when I look in the mirror

I can see her plainly

And it makes me laugh.

Jules (January 18, 2014)

I am a Rock....

Tumbling Rocks at Devil's Lake, Wisconsin
photo taken by jules

I am
a chip off the mountain
a rock tumbling slowly
over the centuries
down, down, down
bumping into other tumblers
pieces of me breaking off
as I continue to fall
in slow motion
unique in my shape and size
but indistinguishable from the rest.

It is easy to see that all of us
come from the mother mountain
and will some day end up in the sea, finally at rest,
and then to become sand as we roll in the waves,
so that a soft foot may some day land safely on us.

Grain of sand, boulder, rock, mountain.
Inside, we're all the same.

~just a thought by jules...8/5/13