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Hello loves,

I hope this season has been kind to you. I hope whatever is being revealed, you still find time to ease the heart through the process. It seems what is being unveiled to us these days, in these breaths, is a cellular nudge of the way forward. New blueprints are being written, which can feel a little uncomfortable if you have no example surrounding you of how this blueprint should be lived, expressed, or invited in. Regardless, you feel the nudge, and somewhere within, you know you must comply. You have been called to a resurgence of the self you’ve always known existed, and yet never known how to bring to light. This is the time for that version’s story to be told.

If you have felt much shedding (especially in these past few holiday-driven months), congratulations, you are right where you need to be. The shedding could not have taken place otherwise. This period of uncertainty, confusion, detachment, and humbling of the ego was the exact soil needed to plant new seeds. Like a seed sprouting under compost, it eventually needs to burst from its surroundings, stretch forward, and absorb the warmth its newfound light has to offer. One may think the period of the seedling is most prevalent when you are young, but I have come to understand it arrives in seasons. This may be the season you are that seedling, getting to know the depth of your soil. Maybe this is the season you are sprouting and beginning to gently trust the path of your life. Or maybe this is the season you are finally flourishing as the beautifully complex chrysanthemum that you are.

At any season, know that it does not last. This is the gift of impermanence.

How wonderful to always be reminded (even among all the noise) that we are nature, just as nature is us.

Apache tear and a river

with love,

Jazmine Jenne`

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A Little Poetry:

I want to share a poem I wrote after a particular day I had sitting by the Ocean. I hope it speaks to you.

The Body’s Home:

I plant my feet in the sands beneath me
lifetimes and memories weathered and fragmented into tiny stones
golden specks dancing in the corners of my eyes
I watch glistening dust merge into blue body

the smell of coconut filling my lungs
as every exhale becomes an invocation to be carried home

Will they recognize this voice?

my tongue soaked leaving residue of sea salt syllables
rhythmic dialectic of ancient origins

When did we separate ourselves from the sea?

tethered to the dawn of a thousand suns
nights illuminated with the moon’s longings
as they danced on the surface of black waters

A vastness that belongs to us

in the moans crashing into one another
leaving trails of cowrie as archival remembrance
a map to a land that bore us many times over


and yet..a home only the body remembers

-Jazmine Jenne`