The only words I spoke during the weeklong silent retreat I attended in March were to Wendy C., the woman who read my Akashic Records. Sitting across an empty desk, her back to a window that looked out over the Berkshires in an office so nondescript and gently corporate she could have been a billing manager at a dentist, or a loan processor at TD Bank.
This is beautiful, Jessica. I love you.
This is an incredible piece of writing. I don’t know you, but heard you speak once in the 2020 election and have admired you since. Upward you will go-- so much awaits you!
Beautifully written, powerful and poignant….and brave and bold. Take good care of yourself.xoxo
I love you and this deeply touched me, Jess. Beautifully written. No one will be selfish for me but me; it’s such a good reminder. And disrupting is certainly not destroying. I’m so proud of you bravely riding the elevator to see where it will go. If I have learned anything about you and that remarkable constitution of yours, you ain’t ever pressing that button. Ride until you die baby. Riding first class, on a ticket straight UP. Enjoy the 360 view my friend. I’ll be here cheering for you the entire way.
Staring at your thoughts; Sorry for your pain; Hoping for your morphing family construct... With not much real data I compare your life experiences to mine in the background as I read your thoughts to imagine our differing inner metaphysical realities/feelings... Your life adventure awaits you as you soar high. (In the portending elevator metaphor, does what goes up, come down eventually ? as is said? or just stay lofty? In 50 years, tell me. Except I won't be here! ~~But I will still love you in remembrance of who you were at age 10 and who you have become by 2023 and will become. Peace and prayers, Jessica. (GLjohnson)
This is so you! Never stop your journey. Much Love!