Jill is my best friend

She advances with an unflinching determination. 
Purpose clear
Be art. Make art. Eat art. Share art. Wear art. 

She dances more than she walks
She sings more than she talks
She commands peace 
through an artistic mastery
Of her emotions
She rests in motion

Moving with the poise of a cat and the slyness of a fox. 
She welcomes you to join her 
Outside of the box.

Many wish
Many dream
But she is a weaver of her world.
Building structures that serve her
Every day awake
To the values within 
Knowing her contentment
Won’t come in a single day
But by living her word
Again and again

Body euphoria
Sweet emanations 
financial elation
Her emotions are 
crystal clear information
Pure knowledge
Efficient and merciful

She studies the way she opens the door, the way she breathes while doing a task, while in the presence of another, while in the presence of an idea, a food, a drawing. 

She is fascinated by being human.

(Jill’s love for me is legendary

And massages my feet) 

clarity
Grit 
quick wit 

She designs and executes a life that fits
Her shit

She a badass witch bitch
Breathing audibly 
Hanging from a tree 
Dancing publicly 
Sitting directly on the concrete 
That bitch is crazy
Maybe 

Mama Jill got my back.
Warm clothes and good food in my pack 
Money in the bank 
Rich in good friends 

Simplified
precise living 

Locally sourced
Homemade sunshine 
The Fairy of Fun
the gift of a good time 

A feeling of freedom I have found in my work 
fully provided for by a river of personal revelation 
I rest in slow contemplation 
Keen observation 
Full body meditation 
Digested information

I’ve turned my child’s play into paper rain 
I know how to work within my range 
I introduce myself by my given name 
Cuz I 
thinks it’s cute

I peel the words off the page, chew them up, digest them thoroughly and send them out into the world on waves of sound 
that come from the ground, up my feet, my legs, my torso, out my mouth. 

I watch my thoughts and actions 
And listen to the stories I speak
Do I really want to expand on that topic?
Or will it deepen a groove of suffering?
What energy do my sound waves bring?

Jill is real with me 
She asks me every day, “What do you want?”
“What do you need?” 
She cares if I’m happy. 
She feeds my mind a beautiful matrix of quotes, stories, drawings, songs, and movies
She keeps it groovy 
Have you tried her smoothies? 

focused on my personal projects 
it’s my responsibility to build a life 
that will sustain me 
I accept the challenge 
And rise to it gracefully 

I polish my diamond self on the daily 
And when I sing 
My diamond goes 
Sparkle sparkle ping 

I let my hair grow out as the roots of me grow deep 
I am willing to give myself time to be slow and strong and bear the fruit I wanna eat 
I can taste the fruit of what it means to be me 
Unapologetically

I give of my time less generously
So there’s plenty of time just for me
To explore what makes me feel inspired and happy 
Diving into wells of beauty
And self soothing 
Exploring new spaces 
Books 
Skills 
All with good pacing 

I’m a billboard 
A Jill board
My calm face 
Advertising a strong 
Inner space 

Her superpower 
breathing new life into people and places 
Diving in and out of shadowy spaces 
Making sense out of the densities 
Art is her way of communicating 
The findings 
Of her Interdimensional expeditions 

I’ve turned my child’s play into paper rain 
I know how to work within my range 
I introduce myself by my given name 
Cuz I 
thinks it’s cute

I peel the words off the page, chew them up, digest them thoroughly and send them out into the world on waves of sound 
that come from the ground, up my feet, my legs, my torso, out my mouth. 

I let my hair grow out as the roots of me grow deep 
I’m willing to give myself time to be slow and strong and bear the fruit I wanna eat 
I can taste the fruit of what it means to be me 
Unapologetically 

I work in a well organized, competent way
Achieving maximum productivitay 
With minimum wasted expense or energay 
…That was my spin on google’s definition of “efficiency”

I dedicate time to self creation and marination
So when I spend time with others I am calm and full of fresh revelation
ripe for sharing
with a genuine capacity for caring

I tend to the bonfire behind my eyes 
Fueling the fire with learning and participating in practices that strengthen me, 
sharpening my observational and emotional memory 
through daily journal storytelling 

What made me cry, laugh
Stop in my tracks 
Conversations I wanna look back on 

I see songs as tools for organizing my life 
As a way to claim the real estate of my mind 
So there’s no room left for bullshit
The songs are
Calm convictions
consciously created
elegantly integrated and articulated
precious personal truths
Expressed 
Basic structures in which my soul can rest 
I am a product of principles explored in depth
Crisp decision making blossoming from the back of my chest
Fuck yes

Every day I’m grateful I have legs and arms that work.
And I express that joy through endless wiggles and whirls
and little girl twirls
I’m glad I haven’t died yet
Too much epicness to be expressed. 

I am relieved of 

former identities

That I didn’t choose consciously 

I am relieved of the need to please everybody 

Goodbye insecurities and cravings that made my peace so fragile

I step into an identity 

I have chosen to wear

One I created with care 

This conscious creation is a woman so present

Tending to her inner fire every day

Feeding it with a strong breath 

moments of reflection 

Moments of basking in pleasure 

Alone time a deeply rejuvenating treasure