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numerology and in some ways invited ancient concepts and beliefs into our daily lives. I trust that you've enjoyed this expedition as much as I have by bringing this information to your desktop. It is my wish that we continue down this path together in 2008. Have a happy and safe 2008. I will catch you again in February - until then take care and be kind to yourself and others.
Let the magic begin,
Let the magic begin,
Harlequin's Haven ( cont'd)
Dear JAR STAR,
Season's greetings to you and yours! This holiday season has been filled with wonders of all kinds, and we are still floating and basking in the afterglow of warm and cozy togetherness. Like I had mentioned before, the snows have fallen early and hard this year. Hustling and bustling around for the holiday season can be overwhelming, particularly in a snowstorm, but this year I stuck to baking cookies. Being at home was the best ~ it was warm and cozy inside while the winds blew and the snow fell. I actually only bought gifts for the immediate family, and small ones at that. I see how much we consume as a society, and I do not want to be part of the problem! I felt that the best gift that I could give anyone was the gift of peace. Even in moments of pressure, when I knew I had a deadline to meet, I was realizing that I had a choice as to how to experience this moment. I imagined that if this thought or action had a color or flavor, how would it affect what I was baking, and would the person taste it? So I took deep breaths, and released any negative tension, and then continued on. Who wants to taste my annoyance? I certainly don't!
I was delighted to hear that you had a wonderful holiday time.
Season's greetings to you and yours! This holiday season has been filled with wonders of all kinds, and we are still floating and basking in the afterglow of warm and cozy togetherness. Like I had mentioned before, the snows have fallen early and hard this year. Hustling and bustling around for the holiday season can be overwhelming, particularly in a snowstorm, but this year I stuck to baking cookies. Being at home was the best ~ it was warm and cozy inside while the winds blew and the snow fell. I actually only bought gifts for the immediate family, and small ones at that. I see how much we consume as a society, and I do not want to be part of the problem! I felt that the best gift that I could give anyone was the gift of peace. Even in moments of pressure, when I knew I had a deadline to meet, I was realizing that I had a choice as to how to experience this moment. I imagined that if this thought or action had a color or flavor, how would it affect what I was baking, and would the person taste it? So I took deep breaths, and released any negative tension, and then continued on. Who wants to taste my annoyance? I certainly don't!
I was delighted to hear that you had a wonderful holiday time.
Synopsis of this month's poem:
This never really happened to me, it was a dream I had one night but it felt so real to me and I still wonder about that girl Kelly.
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Getting to know JAE - a journey of my biography:
As of last year I decided that all the people that read Jae's soapbox every month don't know much about me unless you have paid close attention you would know that I'm 18 I'm Harlequin and Techo's niece and I write some pretty deep stuff.
So this year I'm giving you guys a bit of a treat every month along with my poem I will be writing a small bio on myself so you can see where the poetry comes from and the things I have faced in life.
I am your average Australian teenage girl. I finished college last year and now I work in a nursing home. My interest in suicide and depressive poetry started when I was in year 6 this continued on with me throughout high school, no one really noticed me becoming depressed until I reached year 9 when my English teacher read my poetry book, as a result the school put me on suicide watch.
I had mild depression as I entered year 10 and I had no idea that this would be my worst year. I had this friend for as long as I can remember, he was like an older brother to me. On mothers day of 2005 Dennis went missing, none of us thought anything of it he used to disappear every now and then just to get away, we were all sure he would show up in a few days. A week passed and there was still no sign of him and no one had even heard from him, this is when the police started searching for him. 2 weeks to the day after he went missing I was sitting at home when the front door was almost bashed down by his mother. She came in and said "ok, they've found him, he's dead and I don't know what to
This never really happened to me, it was a dream I had one night but it felt so real to me and I still wonder about that girl Kelly.
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Getting to know JAE - a journey of my biography:
As of last year I decided that all the people that read Jae's soapbox every month don't know much about me unless you have paid close attention you would know that I'm 18 I'm Harlequin and Techo's niece and I write some pretty deep stuff.
So this year I'm giving you guys a bit of a treat every month along with my poem I will be writing a small bio on myself so you can see where the poetry comes from and the things I have faced in life.
I am your average Australian teenage girl. I finished college last year and now I work in a nursing home. My interest in suicide and depressive poetry started when I was in year 6 this continued on with me throughout high school, no one really noticed me becoming depressed until I reached year 9 when my English teacher read my poetry book, as a result the school put me on suicide watch.
I had mild depression as I entered year 10 and I had no idea that this would be my worst year. I had this friend for as long as I can remember, he was like an older brother to me. On mothers day of 2005 Dennis went missing, none of us thought anything of it he used to disappear every now and then just to get away, we were all sure he would show up in a few days. A week passed and there was still no sign of him and no one had even heard from him, this is when the police started searching for him. 2 weeks to the day after he went missing I was sitting at home when the front door was almost bashed down by his mother. She came in and said "ok, they've found him, he's dead and I don't know what to
do." My heart stopped. I was speechless I couldn't even breath it was like a brick had just been thrown at me. As I gathered myself and started to breath again I rang my sister to tell her instantly she burst into tears I felt strange I didn't even shed one tear even at his funeral a week later I was emotionless and numb. I went through the funeral without a tear until they were taking the coffin out and the girl I was sitting next to leaned over and said "you were his special girl, he always talked about you and how much you meant to him and I never understood what he meant until today when I met you" it was then I cried. At the cemetery I wouldn't go near the coffin I couldn't say good bye to him I didn't want to believe he was really gone . - More next month.
You can now contact me yourself: jaes_soapbox@hotmail.com I would love to get your feedback
You can now contact me yourself: jaes_soapbox@hotmail.com I would love to get your feedback
Much love, Jae
