The Landing of Jennie on runway E-34:

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I too have seen Jennie’s raw nakedness in her poetry revealing a child-like vulnerability as she cries out for answers to the questions of life. Answers to questions she’d rather not ponder. Answers she’d rather not know. Answers she provides in her very own poetry whilst pretending they are nonexistent.

She watches as the contradictions of life collide with her everyday reality. Obliviously aware of these inconsistencies she’s a philosophical paradox in her own right. Wanting them to all go away, yet fully aware that they are indeed the essence of life itself, she lives in a state of total confusion and frustration.

She openly confesses her quandary in the charade that somehow her repentance of paradox will cleanse her soul of irony. But the oxymoronic nature of life persists in haunting her as she lays out her twisted tormented emotions in words.

She’s not the least bit interested in debating religion. She couldn’t care less whether Zeus was really Voileazur, or whether Redykeulous is really Sagacious. She doesn’t believe that being an Artsy Gurl will save your Creative Soul, or that a belief in dust bunnies will win you lifetime supply of Play-Doh. She simply believes that life is meant to be lived, and it is in the living of life where she focuses her energy.

Although having said that, she is also a very cerebral creature. She lives as much in her imagination as she does in world created by Zeus.

She thinks too much for a woman who doesn’t like to think. And therefore she must continually dump her thoughts from her mind into poetry like a mountain shedding its rainwater from a heavy monsoon. Her thoughts gush through the depressions of her mind, picking up the sentiments of her darkest feelings and washing them away to the Falls of Serenity that drip from her fingertips onto her keyboard and finally flow out into the cyberspacial Sea of Tranquility where they are absorbed by empathetic eyes.

This is how Jenni lands in my reality. She’s simply a complex woman. A walking adversary of the very paradox that is her. A contradicting persona engaged in a battle within. Neither fighting with herself, nor not fighting with herself, she merely tussles with the imaginary ogres in her mind.

Gee, maybe I should add that most of my exposure to Jenni has been via reading her poetry. Much of which has been dark and suggestive of internal battles.

I do know that she loves the playful lighthearted threads too though. She enjoys toe-painting on ceilings for example.

Ok, Now I know that didn't come across in writing the way I had imagined that it would.

I think Red was right a few posts back, when she said that sometimes things just can't be conveyed via posts the way they can in person.

Oh well.

Poet's landing for me: One word - Raw. Exactly what she feels moment to moment comes across in her posts. The motivation for that feeling ---- ahhhh, now you reach the only part of her that can be confusing, unless you already know that specific post's background. Poet is very hard for me to be objective with. For me, she is a soul reflection. My prediction for CCP, when she finds and accepts that part of herself that she had to bury very, very, very deeply a long time ago, the world's greatest Shaman will awaken.

Just how does this wonderful poetic spirit land in my reality?

In playful conversation, as that of one who hides in plain sight...

Playful in nature, and generous in heart...

With a shared sense of deep loss... the reflections are but a mere glimpse of what I believe this spirit is processing... a release of that which needs released...

A deep admiration and complete respect for one who walks by placing one foot in front of the other... struggling at times between then and now...

A caring and giving soul, who will indeed share all that she can with all who can... see through the veil...

She is her own judge, jury, and executioner as she carefully examines her own series of choices...

easy girl... easy...

There is a balance to be found through accepting that which is and pursuing that which will be by walking with and among that which inspires the soul...

I see a mature flight of one which is learning to land... into that which eases the heart and soul...

Ccp, how she lands in my reality.......I see a playful poet but at the same time there is a dark side there. I cannot put my finger on exactly what the darkness is but there is a shadow of it mixing in with her posts. So I feel duality, a sense of light spirit and a sense of dark reflection. I sense a wish of sharing and a frustration of not being read correctly in her. She is a strong spirit who has overcome much in her life with more to go.

Ahhh my lovelies, and you all are oh so lovely.I hold each and every one of you very close in my heart, you are all very very special people to me.I can say honestly and with out trepidation that I do so love you all.

Sherrie..my sister of the light,you see me, you always have even when I cannot see myself.You ..brought the inner child out more so than she was, yes you...and I have embraced her, I love my inner child, for so long I had her hidden away in the darkness and shadows, I let her run amok more often now

Kat..I simply adore you, we have danced upon the same path of our youth and I see my mother in you, the warmth, the caring, the faith which carries you onward each and every day.


*** I had to pause a moment here lol to untangle the cord of my headphones***


Lee...my sister of the sea, who sees me too when I cannot see myself, who gets me when I cannot get myself.Your own wisdom is shared with me when I need it most,you calm me when I am out of sorts and lost in this vast sea of darkness and shadows, just simply because you love purely and truly.You're right, I do feel every nuance, every subtlety, the very esscence of each person who posts and sometimes, a lot of times, its too much and I have to stop and sit back before responding but this is part of what makes me who I am.

James...my dear dear James, I am in no way upset about your vision of me, for it is indeed part of who I am, I do live in darkness and shadows and fight the battle to live in the light each and every day, some days I am valiant and win the battle and other days I lose the battle and slip back into the shadows and darkness, you can see this not just in my poetry but the very being of me,those imaginary ogres ..they win more often than I care to admit.Really James you hit me so dead on, its rather strange,I hate to think, but it sems that I do it an awful lot, I have even been told I think too much and over think so much.But this is just another facet of this brilliant jewel of me.

Lauri...my sister of soul, raw...rough..this is me, this is you, a reflection that at times causes us to step back in fear, not of each other but of our selves.In those brief times that I have touched upon that very very very deeply hidden buried part of me, I step back in great fear, only because I can feel and see the power that comes with it and I wish not to have it corrupt me in the way it has others in times past, when and only when I am able to correctly handle it it will be unburied.And that same part of me that is buried and hidden, it too is in you, this is a journey we are to take together at times and separately at times.

Michael...oh creative soul that wanders the world, we do not speak often, but I know we read each other often, the words that dance across the screen reaching out and wrapping themselves within our souls.This balance I seek, this balance I need, I know I will find it and when found and accepted then I will become whole.

Dragoness...I think and believe that without duality the world cannot exist, so at least with that I am in tune and marching along as I should be.Each journey begins with a step and many mountains and valley's must be crossed.In time we shall grow to know each other better , a journey I embrace.

Its been a long journey for me and it is far from over,all of you have touched me, gathered me in your arms, carried me when I could no longer walk or crawl, inspired me and given me knowledge,hope and love when I needed it most.For this I thank you,this "landing", was much needed, I do not always see the part of me that shines and is pure with kindness and love, I shall carry your words with me, within me and grow from them.

Recently I was talking with my Dad, and I said to him "Daddy I have no idea what I am supposed to be when I grow up" and my Dad being the wise man he is said to me "Lil bit, maybe just maybe you are not supposed to grow up, maybe you are just supposed to be one of the few who hold on to the child like state and bring it out to show the world that yes it is ok to still see and believe in this world with this child like innocence and your words that you write and your actions are meant to show the world this, so just be the child you are, because that is who you are meant to be."

So sorry, I'm late - 'tis the season' (I guess).

Poet - When first we met, I just wanted to take her hand and walk a silent mile, watching how she looked as she looked at the world.

And then I would have liked to ask a question now and again, just to see, if what I saw on her face, reflected what was in her mind.

I think I might know her best that way, because she has an ability to say/show her emotions, without first analyzing them.
This is only half of the gift that is hers alone. The other half is the ability to work through what shows, openly with another or others around her.

There is no pretense that I can see. It is really no wonder that she has so much to teach. How can anyone not learn, when her open nature allowes us a view of how a creative, gentle, and careing mind and heart work things out. Philosophy in motion.

The most difficult math is easy, compared to working through the turmoil of the soul. But our lady poet, helps us to understand how it is done.

Her poetry is emotion in action but, somewhere, in there are all the words to bigger stories. They are the stories she will find one day, after she has analysed,in her poetry, and out loud, enough emotions for herself.

You don't have to grow up to write those stories, dear poet - and perhaps writing is not how those stories will best be told, but they are there, they are yours and I really believe one day you will find the best way to share them. And when you do, I think we will all have more to learn from you.

In the mean time - I'm not going to grow up either so you'll always have a playmate, or someone to walk a silent mile with.

Di, I believe we shall have Sherrie,Lee,James and Lauri for playmates as well.

Yes Poet, I do so find peace among those who can actually treasure the diversty of the many paths that must be walked. It is a pleasure to walk the same paths and connect from time to time in our lifes - and a wonder when we can stay connected in our wandering.

I wrote a song named "Jenni" (and actually sang it )

It's not really about Jenni, but she inspired it. I was actually imagining a medieval princess in an old abandon castle when I wrote it. The prince who’s singing it is trying to entice her to let go of the past and come out of the broken down castle. It’s kind of boring as there isn’t any ‘middle’ or break to it. It’s like it’s locked in a rut, just like the princess in the castle. Again, not meant to be Jenni. She was just the poetic inspiration for a fantasy.

If you think you can hack listening to me sing again, here ya go.

I’m armed with a guitar this time.

http://www.csonline.net/designer/ideas/project.htm#jenni

That is fantastic James!!! Happy Holidays

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh how wonderful simply wonderful,,,

Oh James...wow...its beautiful...wow...

that was great abra. very beautiful! thank you for sharing it!

Abra! Ummm, Abra your voice is not that bad. Its one of those voices you expect to be extolling the legends of yore. Very nicely done.

Very good Abra!! I agree with DKW, one of those voices fit for a minstrel.

very nice abra

Oh, I'm quite sure I must have said that at some time. LOL!

Abra, I do agree with others here. You have quite a handsome voice and it does fit quite well with the tales of a minstrel.

You and Rabbit are two very different styles, yet there is compliment, still, between you. I think it would be great to hear your two voices in one song, at some point.

by the way, I really liked the words and the music too.