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Steer clear of these crooked castles.

  • May 24, 2018
  • 1 min read

Have you ever met someone like this?


They size people up as quickly as possible, sometimes with just a glance. Put what they’ve concluded in a box and store it away. “There. You’re not a threat if I know who you are. I can keep you far away.”


And all these boxes turn into bricks and these bricks build walls. Around the very person that made them. Until all that’s left is a soul trapped inside a tower made of cold, assumptive bricks.


But, my friend, what about freedom?


Can you really be free if you’re surrounded by walls?


Can you really enjoy your work, your friends, your family, your play?


Perhaps you know someone who spends their time complaining, exaggerating and blaming. Looking for all the people who have hurt them and in all the myriad of ways. They’ve built a great and mighty tower. It’s dark and damp and all day they watch reruns of past hurts on their box TV.


Might I suggest you steer clear of these crooked castles.


Walk yourself in the complete opposite direction.


If they’re meant to come out, it will be on their own deed.


You, my friend, take care of your self.


Break down your own bricks.


Set yourself free.

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Strange and lovely, is'nt it — the roads that lead us together. Hello, you. I'm Jenn.

I'm a mother, a poet, and someone who cannot — try as she might — leave the true things alone without first turning them over in the light.

I write because the feelings need somewhere to go — and because I've found that when I name something true, someone somewhere exhales and feels a little less alone.


Most days you'll find me in the beautiful, unfolding ordinary of motherhood, letting go, and discovering out who I am underneath all the roles. 

May you recognize yourself somewhere in these words.

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