"We get what we give and we attract what we are, right? I think so. Does weird shit occasionally happen for no meaningful reason? Maybe, but the vast majority of the time I believe life is responding to our energy. Bless the moment when I finally realized that I am 100% responsible for my life and that playing the victim was never going to get me anywhere. That moment changed the course of my life. I decided to be the heroine of this story, not the victim. That realization gave me back my power to manifest. I woke up to the idea that I really could create my reality based on my actions, reactions, intentions, thoughts and energy and that has made all the difference."
I write to a world I’ll never see, to all the people who will cross my children’s path in their lifetime. I plant trees and herbs for the generations of wild children I won’t meet. I listen..because well, I believe that magic happens when we listen, try to understand and give people freedom to be themselves.
What are those steps? I can’t tell you. Only you can answer that. And anyone who says they can tell you is full of shit. Stop seeking the answers outside of yourself- that’s how we got in this mess. Go direct!!!
I used to watch empowered people with such envy. I so desperately wanted what they had. I would sit in my dark corner of the world and watch all of these confident people walking by in all their strength and wonder what was wrong with me. They had the courage to walk in their truth and the power to create magic in their life and I so desperately wanted that.
I went into my adult life expecting so much. I had gathered all of these images from movies and books and media that told me what relationships should look like. I had created this long list of things that people should do for me, if they really loved me.
This past weekend, there was this moment when I looked up (for the first time in 10 years) and I could really see the life and love around me. I was surrounded by unconditional love, joy, creativity, truth, magic, real friends and true sisterhood! It fucking does exist!!! All of it!
I show up on here and babble about how I’m experiencing this strange life as a human, but I don’t know anything for certain and I’m certainly not an expert or a guru on life. I may never understand how I ended up with this many followers, but don’t let the numbers fool you: I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing here.
Haters are just hurting people and they are lashing out at you because your badassery and freedom make them regret the cage they let fear put them in. You can’t fix that and nothing you say will change their closed-mind.
You might make people uncomfortable,
even those you love the most and it will hurt. The masses will likely misunderstand you and as a result they will judge you and even lash out at you and you may have to walk alone sometimes.
If you’re about to hush your magic to keep the bitches from being jealous, don’t! If you’re about to silence your truth to keep the trolls and assholes at bay, don’t! If you’re about to act against yourself to keep the shitty relationships (you know, the ones you keep just to feed your ego and lick your insecurities), don’t!
We need our sisters and somewhere deep in your soul, we all know that. I don’t know what happened to us, but it’s time to look at it and chose something that serves us. We are powerful when we stand together! It’s time to stop using our magic to harm each other.
The moment I step back out into the wild, the cloud of business and bullshit lifts and I am reminded to breathe...really breathe! All the stories I have playing go silent and in that stillness I am everything and I am nothing.
I have conversations with my son, Leif, to be the detective of his own life. When one plays this cosmic game, you attentively discover your own mysteries and early whisperings that will lead you on the pathless path to where you want to be.
A woman about my age knocked on my car window tonight and asked for some money for food. She said she was homeless and then went on to tell me a little bit about herself. We ended up talking for a good long time before I had to get back on the road. Such a great conversation!
I have ample reasons to be sad, depressed, and pissed off. Actually, if I sat and thought about it, I have more reasons than most, but I don’t have time for that shit- I’m busy!
According to societies standards, I was far more beautiful in my 20s, but I don't see it that way. Sure, my body was younger and smoother and a bit perkier, but I was so caught up in judging myself that I couldn't see or enjoy any of it.
Knowing you don't like your job, isn't enough. Knowing you're not happy in your relationship, isn't enough. Knowing the life you're living isn't what you really want, isn't enough. You've got to know what you DO want.
But there are questions in me that need answers - hidden truths that my soul longs to uncover, art my hands came to create, projects only I can birth, and I'd have to medicate myself to silence them. Yea, I don't much like pills and alcohol doesn't suit me; I suppose I'll have to keep moving forward.
I'm with the dirty mouth girls. The ones with bare feet, brilliant minds, messy hair, wild hearts and feisty spirits. The ones who aren't afraid to speak up and who live for doing what they've been told is impossible.
I'm happy out here. Messy hair, dirty feet & wild water on my skin. Out here with the wild things; this is where I belong.
What's the purpose of it all? Do we have soulmates to find, a destiny? Is there something specific we are each supposed to do here before we return to the whole? I used to spend so much time trying to figure out what the hell I'm doing here and then I realized it was all some sort of strange dream that I was taking way too serious.
I don't wake up to an alarm, push myself due to deadlines or move faster because I have boss trailing my ass. I wake up and push myself forward in response to a deep calling within me to speak up, to write, to be a bridge, to love...to create.
Janne Robinson is a 21st-century feminist beat poet. Her voice haunts with the legacy of early feminists and poets such as Gloria Steinem, Charles Bukowski, and Jack Kerouac.
If not, you're showing up just hear yourself talk and you are doing more harm than good. You cannot ask people to defend what they do not love. Guess what, no-one gives a flying fuck what you know or how "important" you sound.
Where are the women that are full of life and are also allowing themselves to age? Women who can climb mountains and have sex when they're 80, but who are also proud of their gray hair and laugh lines.
They say, "Don't share too much, don't say "I love you", don't get too close or hug too long and don't you dare be too open about how you're feeling. You might push people away."
Balance! Finding my balance and my personal rhythm seems to be the theme of this year, for me. My feisty spirit plows through things and I get a lot of shit done that way. But I literally never stop. I don't rest...ever!
And I WANT clean water. I want the best foods ever! I want herbs and medicinal mushrooms. I seek out those things not so that I can live longer or look better; I go out of my way to do those things because they add magic to my day, inspire me and open my mind, which in turn gives me the ability to do the work I was sent here to do.
I'm another year older today. That doesn't mean much in the grand scheme of things, I guess. But this year feels significant to me. I lost a lot. I gained more. I cried more this year than I have in all my other years combined. I laughed... a lot!
That night, I wrote down all the ways I thought I had failed and all the ways I had been hurt. I didn't hold anything back. I told my full story...even the parts I hadn't been willing to tell myself and then I burned that bitch.
Okay, confession time...I don't really like being a mom. What??!! I'm sure I'm "supposed" to say that I love being a mom, it's the greatest honor of my life to steward these two souls on their earth walk.