You are like the air,
carrying with it
the scent of star anise,
always raising me up
so that I can learn to fly.
You are like the earth,
revealing a path forward
when I lose my way,
helping me to find a different way
to where I always wanted to go.
You are like water,
a deep brook running over rocks,
deep and full of life,
its surface like a mirror,
which holds a depth of soul
that knows no bounds.
You are like sweet fire
that burns beyond your body,
and fills you with a courage
that knows no limit.
It chases away the shadows
so that we can truly see you.
There is a fierceness within you,
a courage that knows no bounds
and I am in awe of you.
Surrounding all of this is your spirit.
It shines brighter than the fire
that you carry within you,
then the air that surrounds you
or the grass that sprouts from the ground
with every step you take.
It is more potent than the water
that runs through it all.
It shines bright above all of this,
a gorgeous star that sparkles brightly.
This is your spirit
and we can see it mot clearly
in your eyes or hear it in your voice
when you laugh.
You inspire others to be better people
and our lives are better
This is my third Pay It Forward offering. It’s a poem written for Alicia Marshall. I hope you all enjoy it!
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As she looks at the canvas
that sits in front of her,
she waits for it to sing.
Running her fingers
over its surface,
she tries to hear it speak.
She knows that each canvas
has its own voice,
speaks its own language,
sings its own song.
She is but the channel
that it arrives through,
she is but the medium
able to see what others cannot.
Within her fingers,
she begins to feel droplets of water.
Letting the water build,
she can hear the thrum and throw of the waves,
even before she puts her brush
to the canvas.
As she starts painting,
water starts to pool around her feet,
lapping at her ankles.
She can hear the wind whispering to her
and feel the breeze upon her face.
There is a call of an unseen bird,
and the sound of the waves
sliding so gently over the sand.
There is the scent of the water
and sand and, somewhere in the distance,
there is the perfume of flowering jasmine.
She paints almost without seeing,
looks without using her eyes.
She paints by spirit memory now,
the light and ocean flowing from her hand
and through her brush.
It fills the canvas until it is overflowing,
full of everything that she
can no long contain.
As the water begins to recede from the room
and her feet have begun to dry,
she can finally see what she has painted.
Looking at the canvas,
now filled to the brim with blue and frothy white,
she sees a spirit within the waves,
a woman that swims with the water
towards the sun.
If she lets her hand hover over the canvas,
she can hear the rush of the water
and the sound of joyous laughter.
I had my Little Yellow Book Launch last night!
What a perfect celebration for Little Yellow Magnet. There were tons of people and many books were sold. More than that however, the night was a celebration of love and the power of choosing to live.
I’ve never had a book launch and I’ve written over sixty books, so I really wanted to have one for Little Yellow Magnet. It was an event that was two years in the making. I’m so thrilled that so many people came! Food was had and enjoyed and there was laughter and joy.
The room was silent when I read three chapters from Little Yellow Magnet, one from each part of the memoir. It’s an honour to know that I’ve written something that moves people so much and that connects with them.
Either way, what a joy it was to celebrate my book last night. Thank you to everyone who came and made the event so special. Check out the photos below!
The book is available from Amazon at: https://www.amazon.ca/Little-Yellow-Magnet-Jamieson-Wolf/dp/192810116X/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Little+Yellow+Magnet&qid=1553457771&s=gateway&sr=8-1
You can also get it on Kobo here: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/little-yellow-magnet
Autographed copies are also available! Just contact me at Jamiesonwolf at gmail.com to request one.
I’m thrilled to announce that Little Yellow Magnet is AVAILABLE NOW! Isn’t that amazing?
Here’s a bit about the book:
Life can change in an instant. Jamieson learns this the hard way.
Waking one morning to find he has little-to-no motor control, Jamieson only wants the world to return to how it had been before. After a diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis, he thinks his life is over. What he doesn’t know is that it’s only just begun.
Trying to navigate through the world in a body he no longer understands, Jamieson must travel through the dark forest of depression while waging a constant battle against himself. Over time, he learns what he’s truly capable of, and what it actually means to be courageous.
Follow Jamieson as he loses himself…then discovers who he is really meant to be.
You can find Little Yellow Magnet here:
I’m thrilled to be able to share this book with all of you. Stay tuned for more details of upcoming events!
I am outside myself looking inwards.
There is a storm within me,
one of fire and rain,
spark and water.
Its winds howl inside my skin,
filling my head
with words that make no sense,
but hurt all the same.
I feel droplets of blood,
carved from my flesh by those words,
fall into the whirlwind
of the storm I carry.
The winds crack and chip
at the crystal chalice that holds me together.
There are other things in that storm,
other flotsam and jetsam,
that take bites out of me,
harvesting what I’ve cultivated
in order to survive.
Yet within all that whirling darkness,
inside that wind that presses
at the boundaries of my glass chalice,
there is a light.
That light is but a kernel right now,
a small seed that glows
throughout all the darkness
and the shadows that look spiders’ webs.
As I stand back, looking at myself,
I realize on thing:
The kernel of light shines so brightly,
but I would not see it without the darkness.
I touch the crystal,
and can feel the winds brush
against my hands.
I try to wrap my arms around myself
and hope this will make
the small kernel of light