Janet Gray Muniz – Professional Copywriter/Producer

Torrey Pines.


Approach softly,
kiss the lip. Allow the mouth to open fully.
 
Note the shimmer, where it crosses into mist.
 
Let the sunbeams fall away,
beyond the shoulder. Blue and bitters, the color of salmon
 
Walk to the wind, pacing the nape of the neck.
 
Stand on air,
lift the heart. Hold the head in one fine line.
 
Hear the silence, where it crosses into song.
 
Wrap the water loosely
between the legs. Green and gritty, the scent of lightness
 
Embrace the body, until the day is done.
 
  • Janet Muniz is an award-winning professional writer known for informative articles, inspiring blog posts and effective video content. To hire her, contact her here.

Photo by Anonymous, Panoramio

Best in show.


The winning piece at an art festival in Glens Falls, New York gives a glimpse of the person inside.

Try on the prize!
Your skin is the color of the rose stone,
the jewelry maker whispers.
You’ll ignite the beauty from within.

Hands flow open like wings,
as pink beads sink into soft ripples, yaaam hummm
Anahata to Vishuddha,
until the blue luster shines,
081113_ShapeOfTrees_RoseQuartzNecklacecaged in silver, touching the skin
giving permission to be.

Truth sparks the flow …
to make it so.

  • Janet Muniz is an award-winning professional writer known for informative articles, inspiring blog posts and engaging video content. Her personal blog, The Shape of Trees, is devoted to filling the well with poetry, pictures and originality.

Drive home.


Wherever you go, there you are.

On the drive home,
if I sit very still and close my eyes

The air smells warm and dry,
dry as the Santa Ana winds.
Bougainvillea, Eucalyptus, Jacaranda, Palo Verde-
They all wrap their fragrance around me,
sweetening the sky that grows bright with starlight in the desert night.

The car rumbles straight away, past exit signs, shopping malls and city glow
Until we move up,
up and out where the gentle curves, marked with sage and century plants,
sway along for the ride,
the road winding and wonderful,
no other traveling, except the coyote or a cow.

At the top,
the live oak stands quietly with arms outstretched as if to say, Almost there.
Leaning into every curve, rocking back and forth,
landing smoothly, one with place and present.

Finally, I’m home-
unlocking the door to my mind,
windows arching open to see my soul,
Saltillo and sand below my bare feet, cactus flower at my side.
Relaxing, ready for my heart to soar like a hawk …

Front Yard, April 2004 (6)until I open my eyes, miles away.

  • Janet Muniz is an award-winning professional writer known for informative articles, inspiring blog posts and engaging video content. Her personal blog, The Shape of Trees, is devoted to filling the well with poetry, pictures and originality.

Wisteria.


In June, the Jacaranda bloom. Loud, splendid in the southern California sun. In the Northwest, the show starts softly. Demure, delicate among the pines.

052413_ShapeOfTrees_WisteriaGraphicwisteria, the color of sun rays blushing … peeking shyly through the clouds at the rebirth of a spring day.

  • Janet Muniz is an award-winning professional writer, finding the poetry in the rhythm of life.

The writer patriot.


The reason for a trip to the Arizona desert becomes crystal clear.

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  • Janet Muniz is an award-winning professional writer known for informative articles, inspiring blog posts and engaging video content. Her personal blog, The Shape of Trees, is devoted to filling the well with poetry, pictures and originality.

The case for holding on.


On the craggy cliffs of Jamaica’s western shore, an out-of-body experience.

Looking out
luminous Caribbean bends and sways
black ink beckoning in darkness
foaming wild around fingers of lava stone.

How exquisite it would be to slip in
a smooth decent in silence.

sliding away from the Knowing,
release of muscle and bone, shaking off past and pain
flight of heart and mind, salt dissolving the no longer.

Pitching forward
breathing in brine and breeze
lulled by the sleep of forever …
but for that touch from nature’s hand
observing from just behind.

Turning away shoulder from the tide, the edge of night
pressing closely, pushing inward to the Truth of the Root
cast away of wicked thought, filling of well with water
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urgent now,
revealing the case for holding on
in the glow of light and love.

  • Janet Muniz is an award-winning professional writer known for informative articles, inspiring blog posts and effective video content. This is today’s entry on her blog, The Shape of Trees. Drumville Cove Jamaica photographed by Kevin Riley.

Skybreak.


  • Janet Muniz is an award-winning professional writer known for informative articles, inspiring blog posts and effective video content. To hire her, contact her here.

Infusion.


The oil is olive
liquid luscious golden deep
already fresh with flavor and hungry for more

poured over fruit and flower, herb and spice
it breathes in the good, generates the heat

bathed in time, soaked in warmth, it transforms into
potion, at once olive and orange, new and gently made

a taste to savor, never the same as before.

  • Janet Muniz is an award-winning professional writer known for informative articles, inspiring blog posts and effective video content. To hire her, contact her here.
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