Jamieson Wolf
Number-one bestselling author
Long Live the Hierophant – A Poem
From the moment
I read your
words, I knew
that you were
a storyteller. When
I met you
the first time,
I saw light
around you, shining
bright and blue,
with a golden
tinge to the
light that emanated
from you. As
I came to
know you, I
learned from you.
You taught me
to be strong,
to search for
strength in myself,
to live my
fullest life. As
I came to
know you better,
I was reminded
of the Hierophant,
the embodiment of
wisdom and knowledge
given form and
shape. Rather than
accept the reality
around you as
it was, you
filled pages with
your writing in
order to better
understand yourself and
your place in
the world. You
wrote for the
sheer joy of
it, the absolute
bliss of it.
You have to
know that
you are such
an inspiration to
me, to everyone
who knows you.
Bard, storyteller, mother,
friend, family of
the heart. You
are all of
these things and
more. The deep
fulfillment that you
have found in
yourself inspires me
to shine as
strongly as you
do and my
life is so
much brighter for
knowing you.
* For Dava, Happy Birthday with love. 🙂
The You Tree – A Poem
The seed was
planted when you
first said my
name. The seed
pulsed inside the
earth, yearning to
grow. When we
first kissed, it
was the breath
of life to
the small seed,
water rich and
pure. The light
from your eyes
when you look
at me is
the sun, giving
the seed all
the light it
could need. Over
time, the seedling
grew into a
sapling, shooting from
the earth and
erupting all over
with little buds.
Over time, as
our love grew,
so did the
tree. Leaves sprouted
all along the
branches and flowers
bloomed, giving off
your scent. The
tree grew stronger
on your love
for me and
was nourished by
my love for
you. Soon, the
tree could no
longer be contained
within me. The
branches have grown
beyond the barrier
of my fingers,
the trunk is
larger than my
torso, the leaves
and the flowers
grow from me
and fly into
the breeze, falling to
cover the ground
behind me as
I walk towards
you. Every time
you take me
in your arms,
a breeze swims
through the branches
of the tree
that you planted
inside of me.
The You Tree
continues to grow
as our love
does, and will
forever reach for
the sky.
Believe in the Dragonfly – A Poem
Though I was walking in the sun,
my thoughts were drawn to
the other day. I had seen the man
who used to be my husband.
It was odd, looking at him.
Here was someone that I had loved,
but now felt nothing for him.
Not a whisper or murmur of
affection, just an echo of
what was and what used to be.
I knew that I was different now,
no longer content to just exist.
I wanted to live, to connect
with the world around me.
I was living my best life,
the only way I knew how.
Still, my thoughts were drawn
to him, to what he represented,
to the time in my life that
he had filled, overshadowing
my own self. I knew that
I was different now, that I had
gone so far down the path
towards the sun that I didn’t
recognize myself or who I had been.
I stopped at the stone steps
that led up to the bridge.
Looking down, I saw the word
Believe
etched there in black ink.
I stopped to look at the word
and when I looked up,
I saw a dragonfly. It came toward me
and stopped to perch
on my shirtsleeve.
I looked at it, at the stillness
of it as it perched there.
It as if we were regarding each other,
or the dragonfly was trying
to tell me something.
I knew that the dragonfly
was a very powerful symbol
of growth and transformation,
that seeing one is a reminder
to embrace the light and
let go of the dark. I looked
at the dragonfly and tried
to hear what it was telling me.
As I watched the dragonfly,
it flew up in front of me,
so that I could see it completely.
Then it flew down to the word
at my feet and landed on it.
Believe.
Whether it meant for me
to believe in myself or
to just believe in magic,
in something greater than myself,
it didn’t matter. I looked at it and whispered:
“I believe.”
A breeze sighed around me
and the dragonfly flew away upon it.
I watched its progress until I
could no longer see anything
but the bright sun.
Believe.
A Castle in the Sky – A Poem
We have built a castle in the sky.
Every day starts like a dream
with you by my side,
your body warm from sleep.
As I go through the day,
the dream continues,
thoughts of you filling
my head, heart and spirit,
making them all brighter and whole.
When I come home to you,
the dream continues,
as we converse, rhapsodize and confide
in each other, in what we have built.
When I go to sleep at night,
with you again by my side,
I realize that the dream that I’ve had
for so long is now a reality.
Dreams do come true, but when
they are brought into reality,
they are so much more wonderful.
You and the home we have built,
the love we have towards one another,
those were dreams before you.
Now that they are a reality,
I wonder what other dreams
can come true?
The Future and Beyond – A Poem
Last night, I
found myself in
my old basement
apartment again. There
were a few
differences, however. It
was bright and
filled with sunlight.
I looked at
the ceiling to
see if new
lights had been
installed, but there
were none. Then
I noticed that
the glow came
from me. The
phone in my
hand rang. I
answered it swiftly.
“Hello?”
The voice spoke
softly into my
ear, its words
filled with smoke.
“You don’t belong here.”
I looked at
the phone, wondering
at it and
the glow that
came from me.
“You left this place behind to find yourself. You can’t find yourself in the past, you can only look forward to what is coming.”
“Who is this?”
“Who are you? Who do you want to be?”
I looked out
a window that
hadn’t been there
before. I realized
at that point
that I was
dreaming. I
put the phone
to my ear
again, listening to
the man breathing
on the other end.
“I want to be free.”
I said softly.
There was a
soft click in
my ear. The
window whipped open
and I watched
as a storm
gathered in the
field beyond. Soon,
that storm transformed
itself into a
tornado of epic
proportions. The glass
in the windows
broke and shattered
like diamonds and
they floated in
the air around
- I was
still clutching the
phone to my
ear. I heard
the man’s voice:
“Sometimes, transformation can come from the unlikeliest of occurrences.”
The line went
quiet again and
I let the
phone fall from
my hand. I
watched the tornado
coming ever closer
and knew that
it would never
hurt me, that
this was a
dream. But what
would it do
to my thoughts,
my dreams, the
things I held
dear to me?
Would I be
the same? I
looked down at
my feet and
saw I was
wearing a pair
of ruby coloured
high top sneakers.
This was my
dream, I thought.
Right before the
storm and wind
took me, I
clicked my heels
together three times.
“There’s no place like home.”
I said.
“There’s no place like home.”
Then the wind
took me toward
the future and
beyond.
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Jamieson Wolf has written a compelling story about navigating multiple sclerosis and cerebral palsy. His story will touch your heart, make you cry, then laugh, and inspire you. A touching memoir with a bit of magic…and tarot! ~ Theresa Reed, author of The Tarot Coloring Book
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