About A Girl,
If I were to write a story, it would be one about a Girl, though quiet in nature, a girl who speaks to trees, moves mountains, diverts disaster, and lights hearts on fire for the benefit of all.
This Girl has an innocence that shows up as iridescent; a kind of mysteriousness that is hidden in blue, and a type of power that defeats the most emerald of green.This girls birth name is Jessica, Middle name: Lauren, Last name: Iulianella.
She has the soul of her well Italian, Scottish, Irish, English, French Ancestors. There is something deep and Ancient about her existence. She didn’t really relate to her peers or many around her growing up; She could sense their emotion and intention in an instant, somewhat like a cat or a wise dog. Much like a cat or dog, her language is expressed beyond the verbal.
She was born with an ability to sense the truth. She hears the songs of her Heart in crystal tone; The presence of her angels felt all around her and within her.
She feels the truth; It is light and spacious and free. And the lies, they feel heavy, blocked, and restrictive.
She was never very interested in “playing” with others. She prefers to surround herself in the natural world; The Natural world shows her deeper truths of herself and invites her deeper into the Mystery of Life, through placed hidden treasure and destined characters to meet along the way:)
Jessica Lauren Iulianella
A Rise
It is the Gentle, it is
the Sensitive,
That shall
Rise
Now
We need you!
Blue Rose
It doesn’t matter what you wear
Or about your hair
Are you comfortable
Happy and free?
And exploring what it means to be your me?
You have an I
Unique as the patterns in the sky, changing
You grow and learn of trust
Faith
Making it strong
Making it yours
Making it all worth while.
Sacred Waters
May the blue of the dawn
Be found in the drop on the leaf
That sparkles back all the Ray’s of the Sun
To catch your eye and sprinkle down into your Heart
Leaving your feet with wings
As if anything
Anything is possible!
Jessica Lauren Iulianella
Breathe in the Pink Rose
I breathe in the Pink Rose,
And am reminded ….
I follow my Heart
Not the Trends.
All One
The Strong soul must put off its connection with this society and go naked with its fellows, weaponless, armourless, without shield or spear, but only with naked hands and open eyes. Not self sacrifice, but fulfillment, the flesh and the spirit in league together, not in arms against one another. And each man shall know that he is part of the greater body, each man shall submit that his own soul is not supreme even to himself…but that all souls of all things do but compose the body of God. (CL 312)
– Keith Sagar
The Art of D.H Lawrence.
P.65
Paragraph 4
Of The Light
I have carried many
Over pitfalls
Boulders all around,
Cracks that would consume,
But I carried you;
I was strong,
And I had sight of the light,
So I carried you
Until
You could walk on.
Jessica Lauren Iulianella
