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Monday’s Random Thought: April – National Poetry Month April 3, 2017

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I was informed over the weekend that April celebrates National Poetry Month. (Thank you Cynthia.) Found this out after I began a new morning ritual of creating a daily poem. So today, I will pull from the archives. This is from a decade ago, I believe. Inspiration on an afternoon walk, attending a writing retreat on Whidbey Island.

 

Flowers For Sale $5

It reminds me of Lucy’s psychiatrist stand

In the Charles Schultz comic strip where HELP

Is offered for 5 cents.

Sitting on a country road, speed limit 40

Sits a purple flower stand guarded by trust and a sign

Flowers 4 Sale, $5

Set on the side of a busy country road, speed limit 40.

 

Hi, I’m Jenny Gwinn McGlothern, Certified Transformational Master Life Coach, Retreat Leader, Writer, Teacher and Seeker. As founder of my retreat business, Mama Needs A Refill, LLC, one way I know I fill my cup is by showing up to a blank page to write. Thank you for stopping by and reading my Random Monday Thoughts, because I will be honest that fills my cup too, knowing others are reading my filled page. Life is too short to blog about anything else unless it touches my heart. Please know I appreciate you joining me on this journey whether you visit every week since I began in 2009 or this is your first blog stop.

 

Curious about becoming a life coach or upleveling your life? I am a co-facilitator at Seattle Life Coach Training. The program is transformative, the experience more life giving than words can describe, www.slctseattle.com.

 

Interested in life or spiritual coaching (individuals and couples) or want to learn more about my retreats in Seattle, please find me on FaceBook, www.FaceBook.com/MamaNeedsARefill or visit my website: www.mamaneedsarefill.com. Holding sack lunch mini-retreats since 2009. Next one February 3rd, contact Jenny, 206 255 0463, to reserve you spot.

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Monday’s Random Thought: How the Heart Carries November 14, 2016

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A friend’s discovery on a recent walk. A passerby’s creation using nature for paint, Mother Nature as the pallet, vision pure, raw, from thin air.

On Sunday the kid’s and I had family church in the living room. We do this, not with regularity, but enough that it is a part of us. I light a candle, we come together. Connect. Share. Give thanks. Discuss. Laugh, cry if we feel the urge. Yesterday, I decided to read a new poem, one I hadn’t even read until that morning. Mary Oliver’s poems touch me to the core and I thought you too might like to hear this one.

Heavy

That time

I thought I could not

go any closer to grief

without dying

I went closer,

and I did not die.

Surely God

had His hand in this,

as well as friends.

Still, I was bent,

and my laughter,

as the poet said,

was nowhere to be found.

Then said my friend Daniel

(brave even among lions),

“It’s not the weight you carry

but how you carry it —

books, bricks, grief —

It’s all in the way

you embrace it, balance it, carry it

when you cannot, and would not

put it down.”

So I went practicing.

Have you noticed?

Have you heard

the laughter

that comes, now and again,

out of my startled mouth?

How I linger

to admire, admie, admire, admire

the things of this world

that are kind, and maybe

also troubled–

roses in the wind,

the sea geese on the steep waves,

a love

to which there is no reply?

After I read Oliver’s poem we talked about our friends, we each picked three and went around the circle sharing what we appreciated in these friends. Then it was time for communion.

I cut a molasses cookie into healthy host size and we blessed each other, offering, receiving a bit of love with crystalized sugar sprinkled on the top.

Even when we carry heaviness there is plenty of space to allow the light to get in.

Hi, I’m Jenny Gwinn McGlothern, Certified Transformational Master Life Coach, Retreat Leader, Writer, Teacher and Seeker. As founder of my retreat business, Mama Needs A Refill, LLC, one way I know I fill my cup is by showing up to a blank page to write. Thank you for stopping by and reading my Random Monday Thoughts, because I will be honest that fills my cup too, knowing others are reading my filled page. Life is too short to blog about anything else unless it touches my heart. Please know I appreciate you joining me on this journey whether you visit every week since I began in 2009 or this is your first blog stop.

Curious about becoming a life coach or upleveling your life? I am a co-facilitator at Seattle Life Coach Training. The program is transformative, the experience more life giving than words can describe, www.slctseattle.com.

Interested in life or spiritual coaching (individuals and couples) or want to learn more about my retreats in Seattle, please find me on FaceBook, www.FaceBook.com/MamaNeedsARefill or visit my website: www.mamaneedsarefill.com, or simply call or text, 206 255 0463.

 

Monday’s Random Thought: Summer Poetry Friends Laugh July 28, 2014

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Last night gathered in the light of the setting sun
Surrounded by friends, fresh caught salmon, fire on the table
Laughter dancing through the air
Asked about my blogs, revealing details
Spontaneity leapt from the table
Friend and daughter off to create a Haiku
Neither claim creative bones in their bodies
I say, not true

This beautiful summer morning as the sunshine continues its dance
Birds sing, I wake slowly
Hungover from laughter

I give you the spontaneous creation of two souls meeting for the first time
My twelve year old daughter, my friend huddle in the kitchen
Birthing words from nothing
Poetry and new friendship born

Summer is here now
Laugh play sing dance enjoy the sun
Friends are forever
—- Lauren and Margaret

Marshmallows that ooze
Toasted graham milk chocolate
Smores taste like summer
— Lauren

Summer soon over
Winter’s frost will overtake
Memories saved forever
— Margaret

This life moves me
Her inspiration
Light, love, creation everywhere
Even if you blink, there will be more to witness

Will you write a Haiku today? Syllables of 5, 7, 5 ready to burst from within.
Or perhaps, will you simply dance in the sun and find yourself hungover
in the morning from laughter and friendship?

(Thank you to our guest Poets, Lauren Hudspeth and daughter Margaret ElizabethAnn McGlothern for your willingness to create beauty and share it with the world!)

Jenny Gwinn McGlothern is a Certified Transformational Master Life Coach, Retreat Leader and Writer. She is also a co-facilitator at Seattle Life Coach Training (www.seattlelifecoachtraining.com) You can find her on FaceBook, http://www.FaceBook.com/MamaNeedsARefill or visit her website: http://www.mamaneedsarefill.com)

 

Monday’s Random Thought: Out with the Old In with the New December 31, 2012

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New Year

by J.G. McGlothern

I step into the New Year

leaving behind all that weighs me down

Letting go of the fears that strangle, hold no truth

Releasing worries that suffocate, habits that paralyze, opinions that hinder

I walk boldly into the New Year bringing along all that inspires, nourishes, supports,

fills my heart with peace

Ready to soar into the mystery, open to the journey

I jump forward with open arms.

 

Monday’s Random Thought: Nameless Poem October 15, 2012

Filed under: From The Heart,Poetry — heartwriter @ 9:43 pm

This is honestly the first Monday when I don’t have a thought to fill the page. I have many thoughts but not just one. And the many thoughts I have are crowding the other out so none of them are able to spill forth into a culmination of anything concrete let alone abstract.

Perhaps it is time for a poem:

 I am noticing the wet leaves on the sidewalk,

Stinky soccer cleats on stairs.

Umbrellas and rain boots, out from hibernation,

Damp from recent usage.

 

A new season brings new awareness.

 

I see the tomato plant hangs on with her green fruit,

Pine needles and spider webs collect in corners.

The Crockpot waits to be dusted off, new recipes begging to be

Created.

 

A new season awakens the old and even though leaves are falling

Birth is about to take place.

 

I see it in the children’s faces, the color of the sun, and in the neighbor’s garden.

I feel it in words I read, the phrases I speak but most of all in the quiet, change of the wind

As she blows with great intention.

by J. G. McGlothern

 

Kitchen Fight August 9, 2011

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I could keep on writing this poem that came to mind this morning. There are many stories that could be told if kitchen cupboards could speak. I share with you just one kitchen story, yours is probably similar. Perhaps not with peaches but nectarines or strawberries. The kitchen is definitely the center of the home, the beating heart of the family.

Kitchen Fight by J.G. McGlothern

 

Amidst the pouring of the milk

The toasting of the bread

The slicing of the peach

Comes the yelling.

He shouts

I try not to

He cries

I hold out my arms.

Together we collapse

On the kitchen floor.

I pick up his sixty pound body

All brown like a coffee bean

From the kiss of summer.

After a long embrace

Together we spread the butter

Get out the spoons

Eating and loving in silence

We will be here again

Amidst milk and tears

Toast and peaches

Always circling back to the love

That got us here in the first place.

 

Fall Snow Fall January 13, 2011

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Just hours ago my world was white

covered in fresh snow.

Coming out of the movie theatre last night I shouted,

IT’S SNOWING.

As carefree and light as a school girl

my heart beating with the possibility of everything

coming to a halt

duties put aside, agendas on hold

while the sky dumped beauty in my lap.

I stayed up late, watching it fall

as curious as a puppy, practically

wagging my tail in delight.

Alas, I awoke to slush, snow no longer falling from the sky

I wanted to cry as if that

would bring it back

the symbol of all that is well in the world

a mark of quiet on my loud brain

a reason to pause.

For now with it all melted away

I no longer feel justified in just sitting,

looking out the window.

 by J.G. McGlothern