Longing and legacy….

looking soul 2At some moment each year,
just as the first Christmas lights
slice through early darkness,
my mind drifts back,
soft as snowfall,
to one crescent moon
more than forty years past.I’d spent the afternoon
perched at the end of my seat
in a velvety movie theatre
smelling of warm popcorn
and winter coats fresh
from cedar chests.
Rapt in buttery awe,
I watched Albert Finney’s “Scrooge”
and was swept into the mystery.I sat trembling,
feeling upended,
as the story plowed deep furrows
into unbroken ground,
churning the soil of my soul
and preparing the fields of my heart
for the crops that grow there today
and others that percolate beneath the ground still.

As the movie drew to a close,
my barely nibbled popcorn slumped to the floor
as I stood up and cheered inside myself
at the transformed and now ebullient Scrooge
prancing around the toy store
grabbing treasures for the Cratchet children
without thought of cost or protocol.
When the dazed clerk asked him,
“Mr. Scrooge, what has happened?”
he replied “It’s very simple.
I’ve discovered that
I ~ like ~ life! ”

As he hurled his heart open,
mine did somersaults inside my chest
and I fell head over heels in love
with the beauty of generosity
……wildly extravagant generosity.

These were not carefully measured out portions
properly dispensed to the deserving;
this was wonderfully inappropriate giving
on a massive scale
~explosive on impact~
and it rattled the timbers of my thinking.

This kind of love
~the unconditional kind
came with hurricane gale force generosity;
I’d expected just a breeze.

As I tumbled from the back seat of our neighbor’s car
into the same front yard I’d left hours earlier
under a brighter crescent moon
than I’d ever noticed before,
I looked up
and felt a love for all things living
that was new to me.

I whispered to the light in the darkness
my wish to give my own life
with joyful extravagance
….not carefully meting out a single rose of affection
but a whole rose garden poured out
like a rogue wave overtaking a sea wall.

It took a Dicken’s Christmas Carol
to fuel the wish and the wonder.
It’s taking a lifetime
to receive the Love I want to much to give
….and to give and give and give again.
But I hold dear to the hope.

And why?
Because I, also,
really like life!


  1. Paul C on November 28, 2010 at 10:27 pm

    Such beautiful poetry. You have captured so well the strong in welling of spirit to show kindness in the world.

  2. PaperPumpkin on November 29, 2010 at 12:41 am

    Oh! I like life too! I love life! I love unconditional love and generosity! I love Christmas lights and full moons and popcorn in the theater! I love your poetry, your words, your loving friendship! Cheers to you, Jennifer! ~Kath

  3. rachel awes on November 29, 2010 at 1:14 am

    i love your, look up, my soul, art!!!
    i look up with you,
    my friend,
    to the big beautiful sky
    & also look at you,
    & it is so easy then
    to join in your choir
    of liking life!

  4. Nancy on November 29, 2010 at 2:00 am

    What wonderful words and girlfriend, you are already so very generous with your love and support….you give and give with condition…….You have blessed my life abundantly and I am very thankful for you and for your words that come from your heart……..they touch me deep inside……..
    Love you……

  5. maribeth on November 29, 2010 at 2:18 am

    I really like YOU.

  6. Bren on November 29, 2010 at 12:11 pm

    So beautifully powerful my friend. I was caught up in those transforming moments with you and feel your exuberance for life from here. One more for the book!

  7. Poetic chronicles on November 29, 2010 at 12:46 pm

    Jennifer, you write beautifully, and you have beautiful feelings and expectations!! 🙂

  8. Mary on November 29, 2010 at 6:09 pm

    "I whispered to the light in the darkness
    my wish to give my own life
    with joyful extravagance
    ….not carefully meting out a single rose of affection
    but a whole rose garden poured out
    like a rogue wave overtaking a sea wall."

    Oh me too, me too!!!

    We watch Scrooge every year…and Little Women

    Jennifer thank you for sharing you wonderfully wide open beautiful heart!!!

  9. S. Etole on November 29, 2010 at 9:36 pm

    And it is reflected so well in your words and art …

    You bless us abundantly.

  10. Erin Merryn on November 30, 2010 at 4:03 am

    Beautiful poem! Well said and powerful! Glad I stumbled upon you!

  11. dulcy on December 1, 2010 at 3:37 am

    I flash back to seeing the early early very old version of the Scrooge film on tv when I was about 10. I was so warm and cozy laying on the floor next to the Christmas tree and watching the old black and white movie. That was a very good memory and a magical time.

  12. Just Be Real on December 2, 2010 at 12:14 am

    Jen, how did I miss this post???? Wonderfully written dear one. Blessings.

  13. Hindsfeet on December 10, 2010 at 10:54 am

    Jen, you. are. *WONDERFUL*. (Just in case no one's told you lately) : )

    My dear my dear….breathing this one in deeply…..

    "It's very simple.
    I've discovered that
    I ~ like ~ life! "

    …..I can finally relate…..

  14. Relyn on December 16, 2010 at 12:14 pm

    I think it is one of the great Mysteries that in pouring ourselves out for others, we finally overflow.

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