AELAQ’s Read Quebec Holiday Fest – Love and Lemonade

This is so cool! Check out as part of AELAQ’s Read Quebec Holiday Fest, a bunch of authors from Presses Renaissance Press read from their books! I read the first chapter from Love and Lemonade! I’m the third author in!

It’s always rather nerve wracking to read my own work, but I did fabulously if I do say so myself. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

If you feel like buying yourself a copy of Love and Lemonade, which won the Best GLBTQ+ Book of 2019, you can do so here:

Enjoy the readings!

Coming Out of the Tarot Closet

Earlier this month, I had the honour and the privilege of being interviewed by Seth Vermilyea of Coming Out of the Tarot Closet.

We talked about Tarot, life, writing, art and everything in between. It is really about my path to Tarot and what took me away from it and how I found it again.

Seth is such a great interviewer, and I had such a great time talking to him! Click below to have a listen:

https://comingouttarot.com/cotc-jamieson-wolf/

I’m so thrilled with how my episode turned out. I hope you enjoy it too!

Star Light Magic – A Poem

This poem is for Sharon who is wonderous!

You are made of stars.

There is a music that sings

every time you enter a room.

I’ve come to think of it

as the music stars make

when they are given

an earthly form.

You are made of light.

There is a brilliance that shines

every time you smile.

I’ve come to think of it

as actual magic that

not many people

can preform.

You are made of magic.

There is a light that shines

every time you laugh.

I’ve come to think of it

as a spell so powerful

that it needs no words.

We are blessed to know you,

to call you friend and family.

You have given us so much joy

through the act of knowing you.

You are a star given shape,

capable of actual magic

and creating light in the darkness.

You are all of this and more

and I know that my life,

as well as the lives of others,

are made brighter because of

you.

The Keys to Light – A Poem

  • This poem is for Bev. Happy Birthday!

The light that you carry

burns so brightly.

Being near you,

our skin is bathed in gold

and we can feel its warmth.

However, we are not in normal times.

Now, as we remain apart,

I recall what you taught me:

“When I love someone, I tell them.”

That is a lesson that I have held on to,

one that I recall again and again

during this time that the world grieves.

When I think of the words

that you taught me,

I can picture you clearly in my mind

and I can feel warmth glow within me.

You have made a difference in the world

and within my heart.

You have given me

what I needed in order

to open my heart wide.

You have given me

the keys to light and love

and though they have no physical form,

I carry them within me.

Every time I tell someone

that I love them,

magic is born anew.

You have shown me

how to create magic of my own.

I am forever thankful

and I wanted you to know

I love you.

A Polaroid Forest – A Poem

My Husband and I on our Wedding Day having our first dance.

There are days

where I am lost

within myself.

I find my path blocked

by a grove of trees

that surround me.

There doesn’t seem to be

any way past them,

though I can see the sun

as it peeks through.

There is a path

underneath my feet.

Turning away from the trees,

I follow that path.

It is made out of a multitude of things,

like broken glass,

crumpled paper that is covered in writing,

a rainbow of lost pens,

or random trinkets and ticket stubs.

I look up from the path

and notice that there are people

that I’ve left behind.

They linger within me still,

or the mark they left on me does.

I can also see versions of me,

everyone that I’ve been,

or tried to be.

These stand like shadowy scarecrows,

neither real or unreal.

Further still,

I can see the mountains that I know so well.

As I approach them,

they start to shrink,

for I’ve scaled them before,

so many times,

that I know every nook and cranny,

every hole that I’ve had to cling to

for temporary safety.

I put the small pebble in my pocket

for this path and the mountain

are part of the same path.

It feels heavy and I look for something

to help make it lighter.

I bend down and pick up one piece of glass,

a small piece that looks

like a piece of eggshell from a robin’s nest.

It reminds me of how I broke free,

how I was able to break through.

The piece is shaped like a feather.

I put this in my pocket, too.

Further down the path,

I come upon another small grove,

but these trees are different.

They aren’t covered in dark leaves

that whisper lies and half truths to me.

Though their branches seem bare at first,

I notice that hanging within them

are polaroid photos

of everyone that I love.

The photos contain moments

that I had with them,

ones that brought me joy.

The joyful moments are hidden here,

away from the dark forest

that surrounds me.

That is so that when I go back along the path,

towards the trees that

wish to keep me here,

I will be able to carry light back with me

that will combat the dark.

Looking at the photos,

I pluck one of my most cherished photos.

It is a photo taken at my happiest moment.

I clutch it to my chest and slide it into my pocket.

the feelings from that moment

fill me full of light.

I can feel the three charms against the darkness

fluttering above my heart,

excited for their journey

as I walked towards the trees

and follow the path

as it brings me back to myself.

I follow the path,

knowing that I am no longer

lost.

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