happy birthday, little zine……

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I can’t believe it’s been a year since I patched together and sent traveling
my first little batch of Ripplesongs,  a handmade zine I cobble together each month
with a whole heap of love
to savor and  share.
Frankly,  I don’t sell many at all……mostly they find homes with people and places near and dear to my heart,
like handmade bouquets I pluck from my garden.
It feels like setting up a farm stand each month and laying out my produce and flowers;
I get as much joy from the whole glorious mess of the process
as I do from seeing the finished product all ready to shine.
If someone comes around to buy,  well I like that.
When they don’t,  it’s still crazy-joy to scoop it all up and give it away.
Either way it feels like Christmas morning:)

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Why?
Because I want to pour you out a river of breeze,
to gather you a bouquet of sweet,  soft lay-me-down moments
and hold this sense of relish like a seashell to your ear
so you can hear the whisper in your wounds
because I think maybe that it’s the sound that healing makes

because I feel it so strong inside that you are the priceless art,
more beautiful by design than sea or sunset or gossamer wings,
that there is precious little balm to waste in the hard flee of time
and I choose to share the salve I find
because I know that living can stone you sudden till your heart rattles pieces
and hope can get upended in the tumble

 

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and when you find a well that keeps on giving
your heart stretches out wide and thumps love so ebullient
that it reaches and offers and speaks.
You just want to share the shimmer from the waves you’re riding,
the blooming from your field of dreams.

This is mine.
It may not be “successful,”  as some would say.
But it makes my own heart sing
and you’re free to help yourself to as much as you like:)

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” Earth’s crammed with heaven,  and every common bush afire with God.
But only he who sees takes off his shoes;
the rest sit round and pluck blackberries.”
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Feel free to browse over some of the pages in each month’s zine over here at my very unkempt little etsy shop,
www.Ripplespeak.etsy.com
Dismal empty right now,  but that will change shortly:)

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A pray and a pour….

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I sing you bright eyes,  fresh wings and grace full and flowing,
uncluttered days,  an unhurried way
and brave forward going
(even if it’s slow)
May yours be unspoiled sleep and wide awake living,
a strong  fire burning to chase away the chill,
company that doesn’t drain you,
adventure that doesn’t strain you,
dreams that don’t drive you,
freedom that doesn’t fail you,
and a childlike wonder,
strong and sparkling  still.

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I sing you fresh flowing River pouring mystic healing light
over every thirsty place inside
and wisdom
and protection,
provision
and direction
and the sweetest sort of peace a soul can know,

and may you carry the togethering of tribe
in that place deep inside
as along the way,  wholehearted,
we  go.

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“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.
It is the source of all true art and science.
He to whom this emotion is a stranger,  who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe,
is as good as dead:  his eyes are closed.”
-Albert Einstein

Hey,  I finally dived into Instagram a few weeks ago and,  wow,  do I love it!
Such a wonderland:)
Come hang out with me there,  if you like.
(Jenniferripplespeak)

Stargirl soul spa….

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I like to nurture and nudge living things to thriving,
to dig and turn and tussle and prune and sift and sort
and tuck and tune until growing happens unconstricted
and seeds get to be out loud and in color
just exactly what’s inside of them.
I’m a gardener….it’s how I see the world.

As I work my business,  write things down,  make my art,
love my peeps,  and live out my days,
I’m tending the gardens my heart sees and feels.
I wouldn’t know any other way to do life;
it’s simply how I’m wired.

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For a year I’ve been watering and weeding a little dream inside
from seeds I’ve felt swirling since I was young
and now they seem swollen and ready to pop
so I’ve been moving things around and making ready.
Do you mind if I share with you this thing that I dream?

I want to invite you over and make you food and art and air and tea
and serve you yummy things and a very soft quiet,
stillness enough to hear what your heart whispers
and cries and hopes and sings
and to find and share some tools and show you how to use them
and send you home full and untangled
with hope and fresh peace in tending your own heart’s garden
when you’re alone
but knowing you can come back again if you want.

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Sort of a massage for your spirit,
a soul spa,
a couple of tender hours in my garden away from the bustle
where you can unwind and relax and laugh and linger with a listening someone
who’s open and ready to help tug your trueness into the light.
Just some easy,  gentle,  encouraging together time
for the real of you.

A few years ago,  my lifecoach and friend,   Anjie,
suggested I read the book “Stargirl”,  by Jerry Spinelli.
I laughed and cried my way through the pages;
Lord, how it touched something raw inside
and helped spring me free!
When this tender, seeing heart who knew me so well
told me “You’re a stargirl if there ever was one”,
I began to let myself see those stars and,  with them,
came terrific joy.

I’m creating something here….it feels beautiful to me,
this Stargirl soul spa.

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(a fee,   comparable to that of life-coaching,
would cover a few hours together,
either one on one or with a friend or two,
and some yummy things to eat and drink,
a hand-painted journal and some art supplies and stargifts and exercises to take home,
and some handwritten love in the mail a few days later,
after spending some garden time over you
to encourage you along your way.)

If I built it (and you lived nearby)
would you come?

“If you hold on to the handle,  she said,  it’s easier to maintain the illusion of control.
But it’s more fun if you just let the wind carry you.”
-Brian Andreas