New Beginnings, New Website

 Dear readers

I am moving to a new website at the end of the month.

Probably, most of the blogs on this page will still be recoverable. I am moving some of the most important ones (for me) to the new blog, and starting fresh from there.

If you are on my newsletter list, you will be notified.

To get on that list, see the side bar on my web page now, while it's still there :)

www.jenniferboire.com  the address will still be the same.

I am very happy to be starting over, with a new year and a new look. There has been a long period of incubation, and hatching eggs I didn't even know I wanted to hatch.

A few new classes got developed over the summer : Mothering Ouselves and Self-Care was offered through the World of SoulCollage(R) to facilitators. The recorded version is available to members.

Kaleidosoul invited me to offer The Good Girl Archetype to their members, and that went over well.

All that to say, some new offerings are coming - how to give ourselves permission to receive Sacred Rest and restore our creative fire, a retreat I hope to offer live in the fall; and What Wants to be Born in Me has finally started to come out of the chrysalis of development.

More news soon, keep safe, be well

Enjoy the Cocooning time - here's a poem for you to help with the Unbecoming, spiralling inwards.

The Path of Unbecoming

It's okay not to have New Year’s resolutions

It's okay not to have big goals for your life

It's okay not to have plans you want to

Manifest

It's okay not to chase your dreams

That path is not for everyone

Some walk the path of

Unbecoming

They are traveling the road

Backwards

Seeking the core

What is basic and essential

What has been there all along

Though we may be headed the same direction

Our spirals are mirror opposites

Some walk the path of the visionary

Creating abundance and

Dancing inside a multiplicity of forms

And Some walk the path

of the serpent owl

Becoming more and more naked

Shedding layers of fantasy into the ash

Night sky

Sitting in the dark

And seeing the way the wind moves

They do not walk a line or

poise their arrow to the target

They sit at the bottom of the ocean

And wait

Letting the waves devour them

They are following the pulse

of listening

To silence

Like a tiger in the brush

Waiting for existence to strike lightening

Into the fire of the heart

For this kind

Nothing less will do

Some are opening the palms of their hands

And unraveling

To become

Less and less

Until they are

No-Thing

To become the still point

In the center of

All

You know who you are

Keep going

~ Maya Luna