• 1000 Voices Speak For Compassion,  Compassion

    Quick Update on My Teen Pregnancy Post

    Because of my post yesterday, I was asked about contributions and where to send things so I talked to my friend and she was thrilled and pleased to find people willing to help. So she is graciously allowing me to give out her email address. If you would like to help out in any way please contact her here: Jennifer Trujillo: email: jene1971@sbcglobal.net (copy and paste into your email message) Facebook: Jennifer Trujillo (you can message her there) Thank you from the top of my heart to the bottom of my toes! You guys are the best! #LoveWins xo Jesi P.S. The baby blanket is coming along nicely. 00

  • OctPoWriMo,  OctPoWriMo 2015,  Poetry

    Short But Sweet…I Hope

    Poetry Prompt Day 20: Let’s talk about love, baby. I didn’t do the poetic form, the Loop poem. I’ll give that a try another day. ¬†And, today’s poem is rather short but I hope it’s as strong as I felt when I wrote it. I did try to make it longer but every stanza I wrote just paled beside it. So, I left it as is. Hopefully, it speaks volumes. xo Jesi Drought By Jesi Scott   Like a desert with no rain, I‚Äôm thirsting for water. Quench this arid land, And let the oasis flower. +10

  • #BeReal,  Poetry

    Love Her As She Is

    I know this amazing woman who has the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. She says she has alien eyes but I think they’re rather gorgeous. And she has a voice that’s like warm honey. Sometimes, I don’t think she realizes how deeply her words touch people, and how, even in her dark moments, she still shines like a star. Because Lizzi calls her Sunset I’ve begun to think of her that way. Her spirit reminds me of the color of the sky as it turns from red to coral to pink to blue to indigo to ink. I don’t think you can pick one color out from her…

  • OctPoWriMo,  OctPoWriMo 2015,  Poetry

    What Would You Do?

    Today’s poetry prompt¬†is to write about conquering the world. What if you had no boundaries, nothing counted, and you could do anything you want. Basically, pretend you are Bill Murray reliving Groundhog Day for one day. What would you do? There is only one thing I would do. I would spend one more day with my dad. I would show him how his passing has made me stronger, how it pushed me to begin stepping out of my comfort zones, and how proud I am to be his daughter. Have a great Thursday! xo Jesi   Limitless By Jesi Scott     If the sky were the limit And there…

  • OctPoWriMo,  OctPoWriMo 2015,  Poetry

    Getting Through The Small Days

    Dear Tamara, If I could sing about a time when I experienced the kind of success I think you are talking about in today’s poetry prompt, I would. But I don’t feel much like singing today. Instead, I am going to simply celebrate the fact that I got through this small day by posting today’s poem on success then going to have a glass of wine and read something beautiful. All my love, Jesi   Success By Jesi Scott   Some days Success means Not zipping through The digital wires to zap That one person who deserves A little first-person Karma justice But rather breathing in deeply and Remembering that…

  • OctPoWriMo,  OctPoWriMo 2015,  Poetry

    To Write Love On Their Arms

    Day 5 prompt-Love   Poem inspired by this:   Today’s Poem:   False Alarms By Jesi Scott It begins with one step‚Ķ ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† He moves towards her ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† She steps back¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† then leans in cautiously lets Him take Her hand¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† His hand on Her waist movements slow, ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† guarded¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† tentative¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† taking one another‚Äôs measures ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† UNTIL they connect¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† the music picks up¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† and they begin to ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† correlate ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† their steps¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† correspond their bodies¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† sync¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† in rhythm¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† connected ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† passion mutually directed ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† towards each other¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† minor flaws corrected ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† UNTIL one misstep¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† breaks the spell ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† He falters¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† She trips ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† feet become tangled in miscalculation She tries to…

  • #BeReal,  Blog

    Straight From My Heart Love Will Never End

    Two years ago this very day I was in Amarillo spending the last birthday he would ever have with my dad. Well, actually, yesterday was that day. My kids and I drove up from Dallas to surprise him. Three kids in a Jeep Compass on a six to seven hour drive. And the smile on his face when I walked in the door…I will never forget my dad’s smile. I didn’t write this yesterday because I couldn’t. Some days the Missing Him is fine while other days the rend in my heart is opened fresh. Yesterday I felt ok, until I didn’t. So I distracted myself as best I could…

  • #BeReal,  1000 Voices Speak For Compassion

    #BeReal

    Today I get Real and Personal over on Hastywords. She was kind enough to post my #BeReal and what that means to me. It was hard to talk about and under normal circumstances, I don’t open up to people to this extent. But some things need to be heard, and I hope I can make a difference. So go check it out. Thanks. xo Jesi 00

  • Blog

    I So Can’t Even Right Now…

    I just heard the incredibly sad and tragic news. I am trying hard not to turn into a blubbering pool of salt water. And I am being entirely serious. Hell has frozen over and the apocalypse is upon us. KERMIT AND MISS PIGGY HAVE BROKEN UP!!!!! I am unbelievably gutted. The couple was a HUGE part of my childhood and life, and I always knew that they loved each other despite their differences. But if these two can’t make it… Still, I wish both all the happiness in the world. Miss Piggy, darling, you’re a survivor, baby. Remember that. <3 And, um…Kermit? Green is my favorite color. ūüėČ x Jesi…

  • Poetry

    A Poem About His Eyes

    My response to a challenge CJ gave me a couple of weekends ago-to write a poem about someone’s eyes for her. I hope this works, CJ. ūüėČ The Windows To His Soul By Jesi Scott “They say that the eye is the window to the soul. But it is the soul that is the window.” ~Andrew Hamilton     Oh, to swim in that crystal ocean, So clear and deep and sea-blue You can see to the bottom; See the sun shining on clear days, And watch the storm clouds gather And cast shadows over the waves.   Oh, to sink beneath the waters And feel the strength of the…