Jamieson Wolf
Number-one bestselling author
Vows – A Poem
When I met you, my heart came alive again.
My life had been one of uncertainty and shadow
and meeting you was like having the lights within me
turned on all at once. I saw the world differently through you.
Over time, you showed my heart what love really was.
I kept waiting to be hurt by you but, as time moved forward,
I realized that you only wanted to love me totally,
support me completely. You really saw who I was.
Now, my heart, body, mind and spirit love you so completely.
You are like a brilliant flame in my life,
and I often hear our souls singing to each other at night.
I never believed in the idea of soul mates until I met you.
Though we’ve spent years together,
Travelling all over the world and seeing sights
that I never thought I would see, made more special,
more meaningful because I was with you,
it feels like I’ve spent only a moment with you.
I find it impossible to believe that we are approaching
five years together and two year married,
when it feels like only a second of time has passed.
Michael, I want to spend the rest of my eternity with you,
not travelling behind or in front of you,
but taking you by the hand and journeying onward
through the life we have built together.
I want to grow old with you, I want to take care of you.
I want to watch the bond that we have together
grow stronger and more whole, as the years take us
on this dance of life.
Most of all, I want to love you and be loved by you.
I have never had a love like the love that we share.
It has only grown stronger every minute, every hour, every day.
It is like a flower that blooms inside of us, pulsing with light.
So now that you have helped my heart come alive once more,
its beats have become a music that my soul dances to,
its light shines outward and the air around me sparkles,
as I take on every day with the gift of your love,
and you’ve showed me what love can be,
this glorious gift that shines between us and within us,
something that has only grown more stronger
and more beautiful with each passing day.
I’d like to give you my heart,
naked and full of light,
but I don’t really need to give it to you,
because it’s already yours.
Little Yellow Magnet is almost here!
How awesome is this? My memoir, Little Yellow Magnet, is almost here!
Here’s the synopsis for Little Yellow Magnet:
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.
It will be published in March 2019, just in time to celebrate the Spring Equinox. It’s been a long journey; a year of writing and a year of getting it ready. It’s hard to believe that it’s almost here!
I’ve already had some lovely people say equally lovely things about the book. Here’s what they had to say:
Jamieson Wolf is a gifted writer! ~ Kelley Armstrong, author of the Women of the Otherworld Series
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
Honest. Raw. Gripping. An incredible journey that refuses to gloss over the ugly. Little Yellow Magnet inspires…but only in the best way. ~ Cait Gordon, co-editor of Nothing Without Us
Jamieson Wolf’s Little Yellow Magnet is the memoir of a man becoming. At its generous, loving heart, it is a parable of finding strength, finding home, finding love, and ultimately, finding your way. ~ Stephen Graham King, author of A Congress of Ships
As I read, Jamieson Wolf taught me to dance to the beats of his heart. Tender, heartbreaking and beautiful. ~ Caroline Smailes, author of Finding Martha Lost
I’m so thrilled to be able to share it with all of you! Stay tuned for more info! And thanks for being a part of my journey.
The Music of Stars – A Poem
* This is my first Pay It Forward offering of 2019. It is a poem written for Rhonda Prasad.
There is a grace about you.
It fills up the room
and everyone is bathed
in a soft, pulsing glow
It’s as if you have called the very stars
to light you on your path forward.
When your laughter breaks free,
the stars begin to sing
and their soft pulse
keeps time with your heartbeat.
You reach out to touch them,
to run your fingers through them,
as if they are water.
You don’t just direct yourself
from one place to the next; instead,
you carry the power of fire within you.
As you walk, the stars watch,
following every movement.
Even the stars are awed by you
as you don’t just move;
you dance upon the stars.
You are the vibrant expression
of a mind and spirit that
is filled to the brim with joy.
Every time I see you,
it takes me a moment to realize
that the stars don’t merely come from you,
manifested by the sound of your laughter.
It is more that you are made
from the stars themselves
and you leave a trail of stardust
everywhere you go.
Wolf, Wand, Lion and Sword – A Poem
I carry my talismans on my skin:
Wolf, Wand, Lion and Sword.
The Wolf is my protector and Patronus,
standing between me and
whatever means me harm.
I like to think that,
when I am asleep,
it riles against the disease
that flows through my body
and fights for me when I cannot.
The Ace of Wands reminds me that
I am capable of magic
and carry magic within me.
It stands as a symbol of my spirit,
the creative fire that drives it,
the flames that send stars into the sky.
It is my spirit about to begin.
I like to think that
when I am asleep,
it is slipping new stories into my dreams
and keeping the embers burning.
The Lion is a symbol of my courage
and the strength to love myself.
It symbolizes being strong enough
to take on the worst enemy,
even if that enemy is me.
I like to think that
when I am asleep,
it is wrapping me in a big hug,
letting me know that I am loved.
The Ace of Sword cuts through all the mental clatter,
until all that is left
is the sound of clarity.
It is the pen that rises above the page
and slashes down amongst a lightning filled sky,
causing the words to flow.
I like to think that
when I am asleep,
it lets words seep below my skin
giving me stories to figure out later
when I am on my own.
I carry my talismans on my skin,
symbols of healing,
of strength and the power to create,
the will to live,
of clarity and understanding.
I carry these talismans on my skin,
and they stand for the strength, magic and clarity
that I carry within.
Islands Among the Clouds – A Poem
I am not afraid.
That is the first thing I say to myself
I have been on an internal journey;
I’ve had to scale the flat terrain of my body,
every peak and valley and crevice,
the rivers of my skin
and the gardens of my mind.
I went to see a mystic who was able
to look within me and make sense
of the riddles contained within.
Though I had been on an internal journey,
there were still areas
that were unknown to me.
She was able to delve within my mind
and show me what
I could not see.
Inside, there were clouds that
were the grey of a spring sky
that was ready to shower water
upon the land underneath it,
wanting to help the flowers and ideas grow.
She turned her mirror toward me,
her scrying glass able
to see without and within.
I looked the grey clouds,
that looked full of the promise
of water that would bring life
and looked further still.
I noticed three small islands,
small pieces of land that shone
bright white like the very sun itself.
I pointed at them,
the touch of my finger
sending ripples across the glass.
“What are those?” I asked her,
my voice full of wonder.
“What is that place?”
She smiled at me.
“Those are sky islands.” She said.
I looked at them again,
pressing a finger upon the glass
to send the clouds rippling once more,
as if they were full of songs yet sung.
“They are made of stardust and hold wishes yet fulfilled.”
I looked at the islands among the clouds
and wondered what I would wish for
if I were ever able to reach the islands.
She took my hand and held it palm up,
running her fingers along the lines.
“The wishes are already within you.” She said.
“You don’t have to travel to distant lands. You carry them inside of you.”
I reached out for the scrying glass
and she gently held my hand again.
“Just fly towards them and whisper your wishes.” She said,
her voice soft and melodious.
“The possibilities are endless.” She said.
I nodded and closed my eyes.
I could see the pulsing lights within
and I could almost touch them.
Holding out a hand towards one
of the islands within the clouds,
I said:
“I wish…”
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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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