Softness

Reblogging this post because I barely slept last night and have spent the last 24 hours feeling like a hermit crab who left my old shell without finding a new one yet—exposed and vulnerable.

Mind your softness always, but especially today. Check on your soft friends. Honor your gentleness. Know that you are so, so loved.

Your life matters. Your soul matters. And your softness is stunningly beautiful.

I love you,
Jess

A Donkumentary

I’m sitting in my spot—the one in the far, left nook of the couch by the window that looks out towards the donkey’s barn and pasture—as my coffee cools and the night is swelling into its final, heavy moments before the prick of dawn. I spent the fifteen or so minutes before this trying to meditate without much success. Meditation for me looks more like a whack-a-mole game of trying to silence my internal dialogue. Relax your face, I tell myself. Soften your shoulders. I don’t know how I’m going to respond to that angry email I’ve let sit in my inbox for a day. I guess it was my mistake that got me there, but it was a mistake nonetheless. And I owned it. But the world seems so unforgiving these days.

Relax your throat. Deep belly breath. Notice the crickets outside. Mistakes are supposed to help us grow…

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Even in the Darkest Hours

Something crashes. The trash can outside? The rain barrel? What is that? In the dark (what hour is it?) I hop up from bed and run to the backdoor, my dogs growling and scrambling around my feet. I flip on the porch light to see that some boxes I had sitting on top of the …

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Mini Donkey: Big Hero

The internet gods reminded me this morning about this story from three years ago. Usually when I wander down memory lane, it always seems like “just yesterday” and “where did the time go?” Oddly enough, this story feels like a lifetime ago. I guess that’s what happens when in three years, both the external and my internal world have flipped over and over like cooking pancakes. (Do y’all do multiple pancake flips when cooking? I’d say I’m a 6-to-7-times flipper).

ANYWAY. I’ll always be in awe of my sweet mini donkey, Tee and how once upon a time, he save mine and my son’s lives ❤ Read more below.

https://adonkumentary.com/2017/10/12/mini-donkey-big-hero/

A Donkumentary

**I want to start this post by noting that contrary to popular belief, not all donkeys are natural guardians, especially mini donkeys like my little Tee. Please don’t assume donkeys will act as guardians—in fact they can be quite vulnerable to predators. Make sure that if you own donkeys that their fencing, paddocks, barns, and sheds are secure to keep them safe from threats.**

That being said…

Earlier today, I was out fixing part of the fence in the pasture while my two year old son sat next to me drawing shapes in the dirt with a stick. The town’s roaming flock of guinea hens fluttered about on my property with four young guinea chicks in the center of the group. As I secured a new section of chicken-wire, the guinea-hen flock suddenly burst into a frantic squabble. I turned to find a small-ish (I’m assuming young?) feral hog charging…

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F A L L

seasonal sunset before the year's long night— sleepy descent into creative darkness. seeds germinate beneath the cooling ground; there is [i think. i hope] healing in that stillness. i wish and pray for triumphant, awe-inspiring blooms when we all wake. i'll do my best to make something beautiful. i love you, jess

Mockingbirds

It’s morning, although I’m not sure the time. Dew still twinkles and slides on every surface and small critters---be them squirrels, rabbits, prairie dogs, or a mix of them all---shuffle and scuttle in the tall grass. High up in the pines, mockingbirds chack-chack-cheeeooo back and forth, back and forth.  Summer sticks around most of the …

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[Begrudgingly] Brave

Morning sweet friends. 6 months ago, when COVID shut the world down, closed schools, and forced us all to see our days through a brand new lens, I (along with many other people just trying to find any way that they could help) posted two videos on my mostly barren YouTube channel of me reading …

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That Dang Exhale

Three years ago, I posted an essay called, "An Exhale." That story went on to be published in two nonfiction anthologies which can be found here and here ---publications for which I'm not only proud, but grateful to have had the opportunity to share with others the potential catastrophe that hurricanes can bring: not just …

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Burnt

It’s a heavily humid mid-morning in swampy East Texas as I stand beside my dwindling garden wondering if I ought to just go ahead and pull the tomato plants from the ground. This spring’s cherry/chocolate/husky tomato yield was far and away the best season I’ve had, ‘mater-speaking, but it’s just too hot now and although …

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Boundaries

It’s pouring, I tell y’all. Pouring! A tempest. A typhoon. A piney-woods tidal wave with impressive lightning bolts and thunder which both crashes and growls. Something’s angered the gods and boy howdy they’re letting us know. The ducks are loving it but the donkeys, not so much. I’ve microwaved a cup of coffee from yesterday’s …

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Pop

Every year, I re-read this post about my dad and I think of adding things to it. Like the fact that everything he does, he does for other people. That he has the best jokes. That he literally never stops working. He cares so, so much. Humanity and kindness mean the world to him. I've …

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