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Roots.


If you celebrate a birthday in September, chances are you were conceived in January, sometime. Certainly, a fresh way to think of a birth-day (yes, I’m thinking of you, sister).

All that possibility. The idea of you. I wonder if you September babies have an affinity for January. Do you feel new?

My own beginnings took place in March. I can enjoy an extra celebration of myself every year in March, if I choose to think at it this way. When I do think of March, I think of the wind. In like a lamb, out like a lion. A change of season. In the “January” of life back then, I do not exist.

This March, though, I can ponder with fresh perspective. It’s a blessing to know where you come from. When you begin. How it can renew your spirit, even now.

 

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Best in show.


The winning piece at an art festival in Glens Falls, New York gives insight into the person wearing it.

Try on the prize!
Your skin is the color of rose stone,
the jewel maker whispers.
You’ll ignite 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.
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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.
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The writer patriot.


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

  • 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
casting 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.
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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 engaging video content. Currently a Creative Content Strategist with EverEffect | Internet Marketing Agency & Consulting Firm, her personal blog is devoted to filling the well with poetry, pictures and originality.

The new normal.


Sun rises later, now
lower in the sky
Shards of light cut deeper across fertile land.

Just after High Noon peaks
End of Day squeezes the brightness down
into tight fists of Never Enough.

Yet,

What once delights mellows with old love,
potent and pure in its remains
ripples in satisfaction more subtle and soft,
stepping back from the heart to the gut without regret.

Feeling in the bones a release of grit and sweat,
moving with ease and shine

into a season of slowing down and letting go.

  • 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.

Frank.


You visit me in a dream
writing down things left to do on your yellow pad.
We can take care of it, yes.
You let me hug you
I see the black and blue, feel the lump in my throat
as the dream moves off in a new direction
My last words to you are, “I love you Frank.”
Sometimes surrender is the sweetest love.

  • 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.