This made me think of George Harrison's beautiful 'Rising Sun', which he wrote in his final years as he made peace with his imminent death, and his place in the cosmos
'And in the rising sun you can hear your life begin
And it's hear and there nowhere and everywhere
Though it's atmosphere is rare
Oh the rising sun and the place that it's coming from
Is inside of me and now I feel it constantly
Oh the rising sun, Oh the rising sun
And in the rising sun you can feel your life begin
Universe at play inside your DNA
You're a billion years old today
Oh the rising sun and the place it's coming from
Is inside of you, now your payment's overdue
Oh the rising sun"
This is the song I want at my funeral. I adore George and think this is such a beautiful reflection of the eternal nature of being, and the interconnectedness of everything.
Morning! So many lines to appreciate, and then one jumps out and onto my page as a place to start. I'm always grateful for inspiration that I get to act on. Thanks for this line, "... inevitable that every encounter I have is another encounter with myself." And so I sat on the edge of the bed stringing words and scribbling drawn marks by book light with the inhales and exhales of a 3 year old and 1 year old in the background. Thanks for the visceral process, moments of freedom in time for this mama. Looking forward to April!
Amanda, I am so looking forward to it too!! And my three-year-old grandson will be arriving to stay with us on Thursday, so I am in my heart right there with you!
Hi Jeannine, I'm new to this space and have as you say, "walked the long path back to myself from a painful childhood." I'm also here to say I may have the lost recipe for your great aunt's butterscotch pie. At lease, I've got a recipe from my great aunt that fits the description. Let me know if you'd like me to pass it along:). Very grateful to be here.
Oh my gosh, I have shivers. Yes, I would love the recipe!!! I am so so glad you are here, and I hope I have something lost of yours which can be returned or shared. xo
I come from a Tantric yoga background, and this gorgeous post feels very Tantric to me. The lusciousness of the words and where and how they take you deeper. In Tantra, we are thought to be all mirrors of one another. A reflection of the parts of us we love, are afraid of, dislike and want to grow into and more of. It also reminds me of one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite teachers, @professordouglasbrooks: "I am not you. I am something like you. I am nothing but you."
"If our thoughts are filled with stress, we subject our bodies to inflammation—the proven root of nearly all illness." Ugh. My thoughts have been so inflammable lately. This post really helped me. I feel a sense of connection which lessens the lonely idea that I'm the only one struggling. And look, other people are rolling up their sleeves and doing the healing work too. Thanks Jeannine, just subscribed
You took my breath away, such a beautiful piece of writing, thank you. We are all one and what is done to one is done to the whole. ❤️🩹 That is why any healing and joy brings benefit to us all and you do this with your writing.
“Stars in our eyes, in our palms, in our bones, on our tongues. Stars from whence we came and to which we shall return.”
Beautiful, Jeannine. It reminds me of my favorite scientist-philosopher Carl Sagan: “The Cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are the way to the universe to know itself”
Heart broken today- read your beautiful words through tears. Just found out estranged best friend from high school died 2 years ago. Too late does come or can she live through my stories. My sister in hospice… I’ll go blow my nose now.
Oh, my dear friend. I love you so and am sending you all the light and healing. There is something bigger than us. You are part of that, and so is your friend, and so is Debbie. Also, it's good to cry. Much love to you, dear one.
Thank you for the words- you know these folks- water skiing instructor- Debbie and yes- reading your words again and again. Standing at a sunny window- dust motes dancing in the light like fairy dust- if I write it - Wii be absolved?
The quantum is a place where I spend mental time out of necessity. It's difficult to explain but when I'm in that space I feel connected to source. That you're bringing up the quantum... I'm awed but also not surprised. I feel the thread in all you wrote... the connection with source and all things. I love you and all of the things you call forth.
So thrilled to be a fragile daisy in this iron chain. Gorgeous. Recognition, and coming home to myself in the other is a delicious constant for me here with y’all. I am feeling it amplified in the writing and in my truest relationships, too. What a gift, to know and feel that in real time and to soften the knowing of past selves, too. You are, as ever, a treasure.
This made me think of George Harrison's beautiful 'Rising Sun', which he wrote in his final years as he made peace with his imminent death, and his place in the cosmos
'And in the rising sun you can hear your life begin
And it's hear and there nowhere and everywhere
Though it's atmosphere is rare
Oh the rising sun and the place that it's coming from
Is inside of me and now I feel it constantly
Oh the rising sun, Oh the rising sun
And in the rising sun you can feel your life begin
Universe at play inside your DNA
You're a billion years old today
Oh the rising sun and the place it's coming from
Is inside of you, now your payment's overdue
Oh the rising sun"
This is the song I want at my funeral. I adore George and think this is such a beautiful reflection of the eternal nature of being, and the interconnectedness of everything.
Morning! So many lines to appreciate, and then one jumps out and onto my page as a place to start. I'm always grateful for inspiration that I get to act on. Thanks for this line, "... inevitable that every encounter I have is another encounter with myself." And so I sat on the edge of the bed stringing words and scribbling drawn marks by book light with the inhales and exhales of a 3 year old and 1 year old in the background. Thanks for the visceral process, moments of freedom in time for this mama. Looking forward to April!
Amanda, I am so looking forward to it too!! And my three-year-old grandson will be arriving to stay with us on Thursday, so I am in my heart right there with you!
Hi Jeannine, I'm new to this space and have as you say, "walked the long path back to myself from a painful childhood." I'm also here to say I may have the lost recipe for your great aunt's butterscotch pie. At lease, I've got a recipe from my great aunt that fits the description. Let me know if you'd like me to pass it along:). Very grateful to be here.
Oh my gosh, I have shivers. Yes, I would love the recipe!!! I am so so glad you are here, and I hope I have something lost of yours which can be returned or shared. xo
No doubt you do. I'll email you the recipe because I want to send it to you via a picture of the original recipe card.
I come from a Tantric yoga background, and this gorgeous post feels very Tantric to me. The lusciousness of the words and where and how they take you deeper. In Tantra, we are thought to be all mirrors of one another. A reflection of the parts of us we love, are afraid of, dislike and want to grow into and more of. It also reminds me of one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite teachers, @professordouglasbrooks: "I am not you. I am something like you. I am nothing but you."
Beautiful, Paulette! Thank you for sharing this with me.
You're welcome.
I'm so looking forward to being a part of my first intensive, The Visceral Self: Writing Through the Body.
I'm so pleased! Billie and I are looking forward to that very much.
"If our thoughts are filled with stress, we subject our bodies to inflammation—the proven root of nearly all illness." Ugh. My thoughts have been so inflammable lately. This post really helped me. I feel a sense of connection which lessens the lonely idea that I'm the only one struggling. And look, other people are rolling up their sleeves and doing the healing work too. Thanks Jeannine, just subscribed
Your stuff mingles with my stuff ♥️ ♥️ ♥️
You took my breath away, such a beautiful piece of writing, thank you. We are all one and what is done to one is done to the whole. ❤️🩹 That is why any healing and joy brings benefit to us all and you do this with your writing.
Beautiful 🌟
Thank you so much, Vicki ❤️
“Stars in our eyes, in our palms, in our bones, on our tongues. Stars from whence we came and to which we shall return.”
Beautiful, Jeannine. It reminds me of my favorite scientist-philosopher Carl Sagan: “The Cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are the way to the universe to know itself”
That gave me the nicest sigh, especially the last bit, "we are the way to the universe to know itself" -- thank you!
This is gorgeous.
Stars, and stars, and stars… indeed. 🌟
🥰
Thank you for this gracious, incisive, hope filled post to begin the week.
Wow, Mark, thank you so much!
Heart broken today- read your beautiful words through tears. Just found out estranged best friend from high school died 2 years ago. Too late does come or can she live through my stories. My sister in hospice… I’ll go blow my nose now.
Oh, my dear friend. I love you so and am sending you all the light and healing. There is something bigger than us. You are part of that, and so is your friend, and so is Debbie. Also, it's good to cry. Much love to you, dear one.
Thank you for the words- you know these folks- water skiing instructor- Debbie and yes- reading your words again and again. Standing at a sunny window- dust motes dancing in the light like fairy dust- if I write it - Wii be absolved?
Well, I think the question is also: do you need absolution? Or just peace, as we all need peace, finding our way through this thicket together.
Just...yes. So much yes.
Thank you, Dana ❤️
The quantum is a place where I spend mental time out of necessity. It's difficult to explain but when I'm in that space I feel connected to source. That you're bringing up the quantum... I'm awed but also not surprised. I feel the thread in all you wrote... the connection with source and all things. I love you and all of the things you call forth.
Thank you my dear friend. You are a beautiful human.
So thrilled to be a fragile daisy in this iron chain. Gorgeous. Recognition, and coming home to myself in the other is a delicious constant for me here with y’all. I am feeling it amplified in the writing and in my truest relationships, too. What a gift, to know and feel that in real time and to soften the knowing of past selves, too. You are, as ever, a treasure.
I'm just here to say I am so glad you signed up to read at the salon! I cannot wait to listen.
;-)