Reflections on 1977

In 1977 (8th grade), I thought I was more brains than beauty, my limbs were too long, my nose was too big, my breasts were too small, my (23″) waist wasn’t small enough… Today, at age 55, I know that I had everything I needed. Just add a bigger smile.

Embrace it all. Now. Do not let another day go by without loving ALL of you!

~Just L (July 7, 2018, Goddess Wisdom)

1977

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2018

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All For You

All For You

I dreamed of you. I looked for you. I stopped seeking you. I saw you. I walked up to you. I talked to you. I thought about you. I was hexed by you. I text you. I met up with you. I ate with you. I kissed you. I spent days with you. I danced with you. I fancied you. I watched you. I wooed you.  I was amazed by you. I was slayed by you. I said good bye to you. I believed in you. I made videos for you. I invited you. I welcomed you. I introduced you. I walked with you. I have cooked for you. I sang to you. I called you. I crawled beside you. I asked you. I basked in you. I loved you. I made love to you. I unraveled you. I traveled with you. I slept with you. I wept for you. I want you. I waited for you. I was made for you.

~ Just L (July 1, 2018)

Author’s Note: I believed you would be the best to be… for the rest of my life. Even after all of this time.

When You Love Yourself

When you love yourself, you’ll be able to celebrate the inner peace and happiness you feel WITH the outside world, not THROUGH it.

When you love yourself, you can enjoy the love you receive from others and don’t worry that they might lose interest or leave.

When you love yourself, you are unapologetic about living a life that speaks to you and who you really are. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone.

When you love yourself you are not too much, too little, too late… YOU are enough.

~Just L (June 6, 2018)

Author’s Note: Follow me on Instagram @ lori_bum.

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Attraction is Whack

Interest does not equal commitment.
Repeat to yourself until you understand this.
And can act on it without falling.

~Just L (Goddess Wisdom, March 21, 2018)

Author’s Note: Attraction is a more dangerous drug than crack. Follow your heart, but take your brain with you.

Benefit of the Doubt

Are we really going to play this game, I stated?
What game is that? He inquired.
Where you lie and I lie down pretending not to notice, I said in a calm but direct tone.
I am not lying to you, He began…
What do you think, you have some women’s intuition? He continued confidently.
Behold, what is your secret weapon? He brandished.
When a man’s words do not match his actions, always believe his actions.
BAM.

~Just L (Goddess Wisdom, March 21, 2018)

Author’s Note: The truth is always in his actions. Words = Actions = A man who is worthy of a woman’s attention.

The Seven Natural Laws of Love

We cannot demand, command love anymore than we can command the moon and the stars, or the wind and rain. We can stage a seduction or mount a courtship, but the result is more likely to be infatuation, or two illusions dancing together, than love.

Love is bigger than you are. You can invite love, but you cannot dictate how, when, and where love expresses itself. You can choose to surrender to love or not, but in the end, love strikes like lightning: unpredictable and irrefutable. Love does not come with conditions, stipulations, addenda, or codes. Like the sun, love radiates independently of our fears and desires.

Love cannot be bought or sold. One can buy companionship, attention, and loyalty. You cannot make someone love you, nor can you prevent it — not for any amount of money. Love cannot be imprisoned, nor can it be legislated.

Love cannot be turned on as a reward. It cannot be turned off as a punishment. Only something else pretending to be love can be used as a lure, as a hook, for bait and switch, imitated, insinuated, but the real deal can never be delivered if it doesn’t spring freely from the heart.

This doesn’t mean that love allows destructive and abusive behaviors to go unchecked. Love speaks out for justice and protests when harm is being done. Love points out the consequences of hurting oneself or others. Love allows room for anger, grief, or pain to be expressed and released. But love does not threaten to withhold itself if it doesn’t get what it wants.

Love cares what becomes of you, because love knows that we are all interconnected. Love is inherently compassionate and empathic. Love knows that the “other” is also oneself. This is the true nature of love, and love itself can not be manipulated or restrained. Love honors the sovereignty of each soul. Love is its own law.

– Excerpted from The Seven Natural Laws of Love, by Deborah Anapol

Author’s Note: I encourage you to read her work in full.

Keep Your Love

Without honesty love is unstable. Without trust love is lost. I will not compromise my respect for your love. You can keep your love; I will keep my respect. I know my high worth.

~Just L (February 10, 2018, Goddess Wisdom)

You are not a happy person if…

If it kills you that your ex is happier with another person than s/he ever was with you, chances are you are not a happy person.

~Just L (February 10, 2018, Goddess Wisdom reprinted from 2008)

Author’s Note: Start there. Learn to love yourself first. Bitter doesn’t get more beautiful with age. Self-loathing will destroy you (and your children’s/ future love’s) life. Ultimately, you are only punishing yourself.

“You can take no credit for beauty at sixteen. But if you are still beautiful at sixty, it will be your souls own doing.” ~Marie Carmichael Stopes (1880-1958)

“At midlife I’m having to recognize that there are people I may never be reconciled with. People I loved dearly but we went as far as we could go together. We loved; we tried; that may have to be enough. ~Zana, poet, artist, author of herb woman

“The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.” -William Penn

Civil War – A Battle in Progress

My body has become a battlefield
The peace I have cultivated
Within my sacred temple
Is at war with my anxiety
These long many months
I’ve been assaulted
Bloodied
Rejuvenated
Exalted
Uncharacteristically low-balled
war
Totaled
Decimated
Destroyed
Inside this state
There is no win
Just moments before
This campaign
My sanctuary remained
Sought after
Logical
Cultured
Wisdomful
Yet wild
Reckless at times
Dropping my armor
To watch clouds pass by
No use taking sides
The rebel rises up
A southern insurrection
That’s not easily quelled
In spite of my authority
Over the territory
I let it go for a spell
Sending my negotiator
To mend what’s missed
Or misunderstood
Praying my body will listen
To my cool head
Convince my adversary
Heavy limbs are light
The disquiet bubbling up
As tightness in my chest
Is the birth of a bubble of champagne
Persuade captivated nerves
To become quiet awhile
So it goes anywise
Until the world is again still
With the morning light
Gorgeous
Reflective
Worthy
Of all praise
I find myself
Humming to the soundness
Relishing the absurdity
Of my accomplishments
Or its import
Bursting
Of surrender
Catching
Being
All me

~Just L (November 22, 2017)