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                                                                                    As I Sit

                                                              As I sit,

I stare

At the bright blank page.

It screams at me:

Write something meaningful,

Or humorous,

But something people

Will actually like.

And if it turns into a chore,

You must cease.

As I sit,

And ponder,

I stare around my surroundings

Whatever to write about?

I wonder.

Perhaps a dashing man,

A lost cause;

A yearning love.

Perhaps a wild horse;

Or even one of

My fears;

My dreams.

Behind this veil,

I write what I wish.

Those people

Who read this

Won’t ever know

Whether it’s imagination

Or maybe something more.

As I sit,

I smile.

For what

I have created

May not be a masterpiece,

But, man;

Writing it

Was like living a second life.

With permission from Sylvia Nibley, I share one of her writings channeled through her from Spirit.

Fall into your own Heart

…..

…

..

.

Soft landing, isn’t it?

The mind likes to make up stories

about it being a leap into the abyss.

That’s the only way you can stay afraid.

Once you have felt this landing

you can never forget how short the distance is

from fear into love.

You might call it one atom

but even that is too far.

There is no distance here.

Only the leap.

To see more writings through Sylvia, go to MessagesfromSpirit.org

“Would you take a $30,000 a year pay-cut?” asks my lunch companion. “No! Do you know what I would do for $30,000?” I laugh back across my menu. Two years ago that is exactly what local author Jayanne Sindt did. Jayanne’s journey began as a child, listening bright-eyed to stories of reincarnation as told by her mother. Brought up to question her heart’s desire and acknowledge spiritual experiences, Jayanne says “it became very apparent” that she couldn’t continue to work for the law office she managed. With her husband’s support she was able to pursue her dreams. She put pen to paper and started a trek she described as “something that doesn’t suck away my creativity in any way, shape or form.” 

In a Lakota sweat-lodge ceremony she was graced with the name North Bear. White bear walking north she was told. Unbeknownst to the guests of the sweat lodge ceremony, Jayanne had a gravitational pull since infancy towards polar bears. The name fit perfectly, and pushed Jayanne further to write what was already in the creative spaces of her mind. Mato Finds True North was finally published in 2009. While we let our food cool, Jayanne signs a copy for me. I flip through the book careful not to smudge the inscription and smile. I had the honorable, albeit guilty pleasure of reading the story before publication. Mato Finds True North is a children’s book about a curious male polar bear that goes in search of his “true north.”  As I look at the illustrations I can’t help but think of Mato as Jayanne in her past-life.

Jayanne and Mato have done what a lot of people only talk about doing. “Following your true north involves a lot of surrendering…and allowing. Moving in the direction of love must continue as a never-ending quest,” she tells me leaning toward in over our french-fries, as if telling a grand secret.

As we fill our bellies she tells me of her upcoming book geared towards the young adult category hopefully being published this fall. And I ask how her website is doing. Jayanne is a professional personal poet; she offers custom writing on her website personalverse.com. For a small fee, people without the gift of verse can enlist Jayanne’s help in telling that special person how they feel. This service is offered for everything from birthday speeches to wedding vows. And because it is from a “ghost-writer” no one will be the wiser.

Inspired by Jayanne’s advice and outlook on life I begin to tell her my childhood memories and how I have always believed I was an elephant in a past life. I share the same gravitational pull towards the stoic creature. And as we filter off the subject of our publishing dreams I remember the last line of her book. “The end or the beginning”

By Candace Matwijiw April 18, 2010

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Will the transition to Twenty Ten
be the same old New Year again?
-with half-hearted resolutions
OR
will we all start revolutions?
of Self

Shift Happens - within
where all ideas begin
It is a matter of Source of course

so flow with the Force
of all creation
and live in elation

with your heart’s desire
set the world on fire
and give up the sturggle
the fight
the right for suffereing
stop looking outside of you
for a pain buffering

Let this New Year begin
a revolution within
to live a life of sincerity
and watch our authentic selves
bring to all great prosperity

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 While you are out racing to get everything done right before the Holidays please be sure to appreciate all the people working longer hours and doing their very best to help you. This poem is for all the folks who are in any service position - especially this time of year…Post Office, Retail, Delivery, and many, many more.

Customer Service Angels

When you complain
And speak your mind
They will give you
A response that is kind

It may not be
What you want to hear
But it will be presented
With Holiday Cheer

So give up your stress
And your worry
And your big ‘ol rush
Trying to make them hurry

They’ll get the job done
Though it may seem slow
They’ll give you good service
Can’t you see their halo?

 Happy Holidays!

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Extend the Joy
Feel the Peace
Allow the Love
to fully increase
There is no stress
There is no worry
no need to fret
no need to scurry
For Christmas is
a time to show
the “Christ” within us
and let it GLOW!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!

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Frodo Baggins, Moab, UT, November 8, 2009

Our dear Frodo will be all right!
Thanks for all your prayers and Light!
The growth that caused us so much fear
is merely a polyp deep in his ear
Though there’s another vet for him to see
and it looks like he’ll need surgery
The biopsy came back, it was benign
that means our doggie will be just fine
It’s the best outcome we could get
for years more joy with our beloved pet!

Frodo says WOOF!
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This is a poem for my cousin Andrea on her 40th birthday…

Soul Sista Sonnet

Whatever road you follow

Whichever path you choose

As today becomes tomorrow

My love you’ll never lose

Whether we are close together

Or many states apart

In any type of weather

You are always in my heart

In purple I see your face

In butterflies I see your smile

No relations could replace

Our special soul sista style

To no other love could I compare

The unique bond that we both share

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Feel free to personalize this poem and give it to someone you love.

Jayanne and Andrea 1975

Jayanne and Andrea 1985

Andrea and Jayanne 1999

I am feeling ready to introduce my novel featuring polar bears entitled True North.  I just handed over the first three chapters to Jake Whiting for editing.  Stay tuned for postings and watch for The Writer’s Page link to be added to this site.  Here is some verse to give you an idea about True North

True North

Sometimes a dead end
Is just a moment to make a choice
Survey the situation
And listen to your inner voice

When you are troubled or confused
And don’t know how to move forth
Trust in your own direction
And head for True North

I look forward to sharing more of this polar bear story as I proceed with editing.