jeanette leblanc

And Still. Always. Again, You Rise.

We don’t, not any of us, get to this point clean. We’re all dirty and ragged. Rough edges and sharp corners. Fault lines and demolition zones. We’ve got tear gas riot squads aiming straight for the protest lines of our weary souls. Landmines in our chests that we trip over …

Julianna Amelie Grace – 8 years

My Julianna Amelie Grace. Eight years. How is it possible? We’ve sure lived some life together since then. More changes than I ever could have imagined possible on the stormy night you were born. More joy. More sadness. More celebration. More heartache. More crazy, brilliant, goofy, silliness. Transition after transition …

Bring it all down on the side of love

Today I bring it all down on the side of love and I’ll tell you now, yes, you should fly across the country just for 48 hours in her arms spend your last dollar and borrow more to get there steal words from the past and ink them along  your …

What do you want, lover?

What do you want, lover? Tell me. What do you want? Right now. Don’t be shy.  Don’t look away. I’m right here. I’m listening. There’s nothing else I need right now besides you. You, and the truth. So, tell me every last thing.  What do you want? Do you want …

just write it.

What are you waiting for? you know the words are right there ready to spill ready for truth telling ready for spell weaving ready to be told just sit down with an open journal and a smooth pen or the click – clack of typewriter keys and a pristine sheet …

Come Clean - your truth sounds exactly like freedom.

come clean {the sound of freedom}

Come on, lover. Let’s do this. Of course you don’t want to face it. Not now. Not ever, really. But let’s go there. It’s time. You want different than what you have. You don’t love him, not anymore. You’re not fit for this glass-walled corner office and the perpetually tepid …

claim partnership with the divine

  Wisdom from yoga class.  My entirely divine teacher Mary Bruce at Urban Yoga paraphrased Rumi in class a few weeks back.  The perfect reminder to stay in tune with our own divinity.  So go ahead, you exalted goddess, you.  Shine on.

poem for the world

listen, you, with your beach glass heart you, with your moonshine teardrops this is a poem for the world and this is only a poem for you both of those things are true and neither, really but either way you, love are holy so, hold your capacity for melancholy and …

Marie Forleo’s B-School: Confessions of A Complete Half-Asser

If you spin in certain online circles right now, you’ve heard plenty about B-School.  If your particular orbit has not put you in the path of the bright star that is Marie Forleo, and her fantabulastic B-School program, hold tight for a minute. I’m gonna tell you all about it. …