25 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: consider carefully what you want before acting, emotions and feelings, feminine spirituality, grace, have patience, I am a spiritual being of light, I have faith in my intuition, intuitive messages, keep dreams to yourself, listen to your intuition, look closely at dreams, natural psychic abilities, spiritual study, take time
“Listen to your intuition now. Carefully consider what you want and need from life before you move forwards.”
Your Angel’s Message:
This is an intriguing card to draw. It tells you that the answers you need right now lie within your emotions and feelings. Trust in your intuition and even in your natural psychic abilities. You are a spiritual soul. You have great intuitive gifts. Don’t be scared to listen to your inner voice. Pay great attention to any intuitive messages you’re receiving. Look closely at your dreams too as these will guide you with accuracy.
Bear in mind though that you need to take some time to gain more insight. There may be more to situations around you than you currently imagine. Additional meanings of this card include: spiritual study, having patience, learning from emotional situations and keeping your desires and dreams to yourself. Archangel Haniel is the angel of feminine spirituality and grace. Call upon her to act as your spiritual guide and teacher.
What You Should Do:
Withdraw from the business of everyday life for even just a few minutes. Ask Haniel to guide you towards understanding your emotions.
Your Affirmation:
“I am a spiritual being of light and I have faith in my intuition! My dreams are guiding me on my path forwards.”
23 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: Archangel Haniel's Message, be kind with yourself, if called you can change the future, in solemn temples, loved, release hurts, release past regrets, Shakespeare, The Tempest, unique, we are spirits, we are the stuff of dreams, well rounded with sleep, you are loved by your guardian angel, you are not perfect
Archangel Haniel’s Message For You Today:
“As you continue to grow spiritually, and practice showing kindness to others, today I ask you to show kindness to yourself. Release past hurts and regrets. It is normal to slip up, to make mistakes, to not be perfect. Be kind and gentle with yourself and see yourself as I see you – a unique, loved being.”
Your Angel Number For Today:
9 – The angelic number 9 supports endings. This is a perfect day to end your self-imposed suffering by living in regret. You are where you are now. If you feel called, you can change the future. Don’t hang onto what is long over.
Action Steps:
Write down at least 10 ways you see yourself to be a loving being, a being loved by your guardian angel. Live by that list.
Affirmation Of The Day:
“Today is a new day and I leave my past behind. I move forward with confidence and no longer press rewind.”
Love & Blessings
Excerpt from The Tempest Act 4, Scene 1
by William Shakespeare
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
Excerpt from “The Tempest” Act 4, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare. Public domain.
21 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: am eternally connected to my higher self, be confident, childlike energy, communicate with the angelic realm., create miracles, dream big, dream fearlessly, dreams, pay attention, release from the hum-drum, shape shift with your dreams..., your true self
“Pay close attention to the dreams and ideas you’re currently having. These are direct communications from the angelic realm.”
Your Angel’s Message:
The angels urge you to pay attention to your dreams. These are your connection to your true self and are in line with your highest potential. The angels ask that you dream fearlessly and that you aim as high as you would like to. It doesn’t matter if what you’re hoping for seems unrealistic to your logical mind. Go for it and the angels will guide you towards what you need.
Dreaming gives us all a release for the humdrum of daily life. Perhaps this card has come as a message that you need to have a little more fun. When we dare to dream, we capture that childlike happy energy we once had when we were young. We feel happy and alive. We can create miracles!
What You Should Do:
The angels ask that you strengthen your connection to your higher self by allowing yourself to dream big. Enjoy these dreams and look confidently towards the most wonderful future!
Your Affirmation:
“I dream fearlessly and am eternally connected to my higher self.”
20 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: beauty backs away, dead for 200 years, different ages, fancy you, groupon code, I Can't Stop Loving You, Keats, Keats..., pantaloons, steer our little boat, swallows, we are poets, white muslin dress, woman from the future, You make me romantic
I CAN’T STOP LOVING YOU JOHN KEATS
by Kim Addonizio
Even though you’ve been dead for almost two hundred years, I feel like
maybe
I could fall through a wormhole or get knocked on the head or go through
some stones in Scotland
& somehow make my way to you, wearing a complicated bonnet of feathers
& ribbons
with medicines sewn into my pantaloons under my white muslin dress
You’d fall for me & forget about Fanny Brawne & the big difference in our
ages, because
well, because that’s what I want to happen, John Keats, not the part where
your brother
grows pale & mist-rising-from-a-shorn-field-under-a-sky-of-whirling-
swallows-thin
& yes I’m sorry dies
but the part where we lie on the grass & drink French wine & you lay your
head on my breast
I can feel your eyelashes against my skin even here in the twenty-first
century
like the legs of a fly as it lands on a musk-rose while a tiny chorus hymns
around your head
That’s how much I fancy you, John Keats, like you’re an Amazon
fulfillment center far out in space
& I have a Groupon code for an intergalactic shopping spree
like you’re the star of a miniseries about a Romantic poet unsullied by
mycobacteria
& I’m a woman from the future changing literary history forever
writing your name in my diary while you steer our little boat out of Lethe
& into the lilies
trailing my hand in the canonical water
Please take me away in my tight corset & wedding dress of sand
I don’t want to stay in this world watching Truth bound & gagged on the
railroad tracks
feeling like a fish trapped in a European pedicure spa while the tiny,
whining violins of privilege play
& Beauty slowly backs away
Kim Addonizio, “I Can’t Stop Loving You John Keats” from Now We’re Getting Somewhere Published by W.W. Norton and used by permission of Massie & McQuilkin Literary Agents.
19 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: berry disolves on your tongue, country of sun and silence, discover the long red marks, Lisel Mueller, Picking Raspberries, raspberries, the pain, the thicket opens, you remember nothing of your old life
Picking Raspberries
Once the thicket opens and lets you enter
and the first berry dissolves on your tongue,
you will remember nothing
of your old life.
You can stay
in that country of sun and silence
as long as you like. To return,
you have only to look at your arms
and discover the long, red marks.
You will have invented pain
which has no place there.
Lisel Mueller
in The Need to Hold Still
18 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: fanatical, owl ungrammatical, Robert N Feinstein, Robert Wallece, sits and keens, the owl, To-whit, to-who, to-whom, what he means, Writing Poems
The Owl
Though I don’t wish to seem too fanatical,
I consider the owl ungrammatical.
“To -whit, to -who” he sits and keens;
“To whit, to-whom is what he means.
Robert N. Feinstein
example in Writing Poems
by Robert Wallace
17 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: Angel Haniel, change negatives, divine soul, loving soul, most important, review your path, self reflection
Dear Jeanne,
Tomorrow, your Guardian Angel Haniel wants you to know…
“Review your life path and choices. Shed all feelings of guilt and move forwards.”
Your Angel’s Message:
This card carries the message that you must now take an honest look at your life. Don’t look back on the past and feel guilt or unhappiness. This is unhelpful to you on your spiritual journey. You need to look to the future and to change any negative patterns of behavior. The past is in the past.
Look at yourself as a loving and Divine soul. You are wonderful in yourself. You are a spiritual warrior. Don’t let life events get in the way of your happiness and inner joy. You need to take time to get over the past and to create a fulfilling and beautiful present and future.
What You Should Do:
Accept yourself for the beautiful soul you are. Don’t listen to other people’s negativity or harsh judgements. Admit to yourself what is most important to you. Call upon your angels to guide you towards these wishes and goals.
Your Affirmation:
“As I look back on my life, I accept the things I cannot change and focus on letting go of any negativity.”
The really happy woman is the one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
(anonymous)
16 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: bouquet of white, breath scorched, KimAddonizio, low battery, meant for you, queasy, stay, transmissions faint, white roses, your frienda continent away
STAY
by Kim Addonizio
So your device has a low battery & seems to drain faster each day.
Maybe you should double your medication.
You might feel queasy, but also as if the spatula flattening you to the fry pan
has lifted a little.
So your breath comes out scorched, so what.
Inside, trust me on this,
there’s a ribbon of beach by a lake,
in the sand, fragments of a fossilized creature resembling a tulip.
Back in the Paleozoic, online wasn’t invented yet
so everyone had to wander alone & miserable through the volcanic wastes
or just glue themselves to a rock hoping someone would pass by.
Now you can sob to an image of your friend a continent away
& be consoled.
Please wait for the transmissions, however faint.
Listen: when a stranger steps into the elevator with a bouquet of white
roses not meant for you,
they’re meant for you.
Kim Addonizio, “Stay” from Now We’’re Getting Somewhere. Published by W.W. Norton and Used by permission of Massie and & McQuilkin Literary
15 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: Annika's braid, Barbara Quick, conjuring nana's braid, conjuring nana's soup, leek, noodlrd\s, palimpsest, pillowy
the chestnut-colored braid
my mother showed me
Conjuring Nana
by
Barbara Quick
I learned how to make Nana’s chicken soup
by shadowing her steps in the kitchen,
taking notes on a white paper napkin.
A cauldron of sorts is required, as well as a
once-animate chicken submerged above
the stove’s blue flame.
“You put in the onions,” Nana said,
her Russian accent as fresh as the breeze
must have felt on her face when she debarked
at Ellis Island in 1916 or so.
“How much salt?” I wanted to know—
and when she shrugged I could see
a palimpsest of the girl she was at my age.
The water boiled and the air filled with steam. Not offering an answer in words,
she poured salt into her upturned palm
and tipped it out into the pot.
No measuring cups for my Nana.
“A little this, a little that,” she’d say,
cocking her head, adding a pinch of black pepper
and copious piles of carrots and celery.
I thought about the chestnut-colored braid
my mother showed me, wrapped in a piece of sea-green silk.
Nana was beautiful when she was young.
Everyone said so.
Cleaning a leek, she told me, “I don’t know
what it’s called, but it makes the soup good.”
Sixty-four now and all my elders dead,
I add a parsnip as well, just as I watched Nana do,
and I feel the velvet touch of her hands on my forehead.
All the old people I knew
spoke English with sounds borrowed
from Russian and Polish, Yiddish and Romanian.
I assumed, as a girl, that I would speak like that, too,
when my hair turned gray and the pads of my thumbs
grew soft and pillowy.
Gathering parsley for the soup from my garden,
I seem to hear Nana saying my name
made rich with her guttural R’s and broad A’s.
“Bahbra, dahlink!” the birds are singing today.
I boil Manischewitz noodles, only adding them
to the bowl when I ladle out Nana’s love.
Golden and gleaming with fat,
as bejeweled as the star-filled sky must have looked
when, shipboard, she tipped her kerchiefed head back
and filled her eyes
with all the dazzling possibilities,
and all the dangers, of a new place,
a new language, a new land. Her favorite brother waiting for her with his Romanian wife.
The brother-in-law she’d marry.
Twenty-seven years following the end
of Nana’s life, her love fills me up
and restores me.
Barbara Quick, “Conjuring Nana.”
© 2021 Barbara Quick. Used by permission.
14 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: a patch of sun, alive, clearly fresh, cool floor, dusty green heads, gleam cleanly, James Crews, Naomi Shihab, no pill, puff, strawberries, the old blood moving through, to lift something you already had
Clearly
To see clearly,
not needing a drink
or pill or puff
of any pipe
to know I’m alive. To come home, peel off sandals and step onto
the cool tile floor needing only
the rush of water over strawberries
I picked myself and then a knife to trim the dusty green heads
from each one,
to watch them
gleam cleanly
in a colander
in a patch of sun
near the sink.
James Crews
From Bluebird
April 15
Fresh
To move Cleanly. Needing to be Nowhere else.
Wanting nothing From any store. To lift something You already had
And set it down in
A new place.
Awakened eye
Seeing freshly.
What does that do to
The old blood moving through
Its channels?
Naomi Shihab Nye from You & Yours
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