Soul Ink - Rose Jah Podcast

Awakening to Beauty

MAY LIFE GREET YOU WITH A KISS My darling, you – wherever you are,whoever you are,I hope todaylife greets youwith a kiss. I hope you noticehow the wind blowsto caress your skin,how the leaves on the treessway in excitement, overjoyed to see you.And I hope you hearhow the sun whispersthat a rainbowholds a thousand shades of hope. My darling dear,they say, “Live in the moment,”“Choose to see the good.”But I know – we, in our humanness, are eternally sailingbetween past, present, and future,our emotions rising and fallinglike unpredictable waveson life’s ocean.Too often, we miss the chanceto bathe in the essence ofthe eternal moment. So today, I don’t want to make it your workto choose what you see.I hope life itselfkisses you so audaciously, so dashingly, with its wonderthat nothing is required of you. May you be kissed awaketo the beauty of yourself.And perhaps, tomorrow,you’ll open yourself to yet another kiss,one that awakens you further to the beauty of the world. And the day after that, you may be the oneto send a kiss outto beautify this world. It would be my joy if you share this poem as a kiss of life with whoever you heart desires. We all need life’s sweetness and a dazzling kiss. MUCH LOVE + KISSES + JOY, Rose Music credits: Rael Jones - Suite Française Soundtrack - I am Free Get full access to Soul Ink at rosejah.substack.com/subscribe [https://rosejah.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

Shedding Light on Shame

Hi friends, let’s talk about shame! Shame is like a silent weight we carry, often buried deep within us. It lingers in unspoken words, in memories we hide, in the fear of being seen too closely. The more we push it into the shadows, the stronger it seems to grow. On Shame Shame livesin the shadows,shame livesin secrecy,shame lingers deeplike unwanted clothin the depthof our cupboards. Shame clings to the soul,sticky as duston damp skin.Open up the curtains!Let’s shed light on shame.Not to shame awaythe shame,but to face itand embrace it,to hold itand to soften ituntil it dissolvesin lightful presence. Bring light to shameso you can shine. True healing begins when we stop hiding our shame and start acknowledging it. Light doesn’t erase what’s in the dark - it reveals, it softens, and it transforms. By confronting our shame with compassion rather than judgment, we allow it to lose its grip. And in that process, we make space for something greater - our own radiance. So, open the curtains. Let the light in. And shine. LoveRose 💛P.S. If you think these thoughts can help someone, please pass them on. If it helps you, please keep it in your heart.💛 Get full access to Soul Ink at rosejah.substack.com/subscribe [https://rosejah.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

Soft Strings of Light

subscribe: rosejah.substack.com Angels of Life,with wide wings,made of soft strings of beaming lightdancingthrough the deepest night – come here Angelsbring me your light May you open yourself to light. May you receive it. May you feel it. Love, Rose Get full access to Soul Ink at rosejah.substack.com/subscribe [https://rosejah.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

Lavishly Loving

Subscribe to: rosejah.substack.com “Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and being alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel.” ― Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum Here’s to the beauty of wasting one’s heart lavishly… 🩷 Lavishly Loving I wanted to gift my heart to you,to waste it on youlavishly. I wanted to pourmy heart in you– like ripe red grapesyield their wine,intoxicating and free. Oh, Sweet Love, I wanted to wasteall my sweetness on youjust like ‘the apple treeswaste their sweetnessfalling in heaps around you’ Darling,sit by me. And I would let you tasteas much of my sweet loveas you wish. Darling,I am wasting my love on youin full heapsjust like the apple trees waste their sweetness. With my sweetnessI soften eachdis-ease within youso that youcan for-givelife’s harsh hands. Sweet love,let me dance for youlike the leaves on the treesswaying in rhythm with the wind Oh Sweet One,my love flows to yourelentlessly– like ‘the streams and rivers that never rest’. Ich möchte gerne mein Herz an dich verschenkenich möchte esan dich verschwendenin der Wahrheit des Lichtsund der Ewigkeit der Nachtmöchte ich mein Herz an dich verschenken Sweet Darling, let me give it all away–pouring my love over youas I learned it from the Niagara Falls rushing down to kiss your skin Honey,let me bathe youin silent presence,where all of your heartis being heard at once. My BelovedLoved One! Subscribe to: rosejah.substack.com References: “Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and being alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You have to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes too near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.” ― Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum “A mountain watches over a landscape and lures its mind towards the horizon. Streams and rivers never rest; they are relentless nomads who claim neither shape nor place. Stones and field in habit a Zen-like stillness and seem immune to all desire. Nature is always wrapped in seamless prayer” ― John O Donohue, Eternal Echoes Love, in its purest form, knows no econocmy; it overflows like reivers that never rest, like trees that give freely. As you leave these verses… * … may you carry with you the remidner that sweetness shared is never truly wasted. * … may your heart pour out in generous abunduance Love 🩷 Rose Subscribe to: rosejah.substack.com Get full access to Soul Ink at rosejah.substack.com/subscribe [https://rosejah.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

Good Grief, the Rain – with Special Guest Kenyada Meadows

subscribe to my poetic newsletter: rosejah.substack.com Hi Friends, It is my absolute pleasure that today’s poem is “Good Grief, the Rain”, written and presented by the talented Kenyada Meadows. Born in the Bahamas, Kenyada’s journey has taken him from the mountains in Denver to the busy streets of New York City, where he has lived for the past decade. When I first met Kenyada, I was struck by the rare blend of his exquisitely sharp intellect and profound artistic sensitivity. By day, he navigates the financial currents of Wall Street; by night, he gracefully explores the depth and complexities of the human condition. Kenyada is the author of the poetry collection “Afloat, Atop A Marbled Sea [https://www.amazon.de/Afloat-Atop-Marbled-Kenyada-Meadows/dp/0978535340]”, and he also hosts the podcast Executive Dads [https://podcasts.apple.com/de/podcast/executive-dad/id1615232109], which discusses the challenges and solutions for working fathers striving to find fulfillment at home and in their careers. Today, Kenyada offers us “Good Grief, the Rain”, a poem written during a rainy day in New York City. I hope it resonates with you as deeply as it did with me: Good Grief, The Rain. by Kenyada Meadows Good grief,The rain. Good for writing. And coffee. Good for what becomes words on paper, And roasted beans in a paper cup. Good for whiskey. For cuddling. For deliberation. Meditation. And Massages. Simply sitting and listening To the outside world engage with itself,Succumbing to the wet, life-giving. While the dusty becomes clean,The dust swells, takes on weight, And aggregates. There is intimacy in rain. When everything is wet. But is indeed life– yet why do we complain? The breasts of the sky sating we earthly sucklings, Too dry of mind, history’s pages too brittle to recall That we should be out dancing like our forefathers– Not running and ducking and hiding inside. Before they could read books, They could read the earth and sky,Kept fires burning,And their spirits lit– In the rain. In this poem Kenyada reflects on the rain which becomes a metaphor for grief – a necessary process that cleanses and renews us. Just as rain brings life to the earth, grief, too, has a vital place in life’s cycles. Kenyada reminds us to “succumb to the wet, life-giving,” power of these moments, urging us to embrace rain and grief alike, not as inconveniences, but as essential forces that shape and transform us. Our ancestors danced in the rain, celebrating its vitality and leaning into its rhythms. In the same way, Kenyada suggests, we should let grief wash over us, trusting it to cleanse and transform us. Instead of resisting, we might find deeper intimacy with life by moving with grief, rather than against it. We are encouraged to step out, to let both rain and grief touch us, reminding us that transformation often begins with surrender. We’re invited to embrace the next rainy day as a moment to reconnect with the world and with ourselves subscribe to my poetic newsletter: rosejah.substack.com Prompts for reflection: 1. 🌦Let your emotions move through you: Think about a time when you resisted difficult emotions, like grief or sadness. What might have changed if you had allowed yourself to “move with” those feelings instead of resisting them? 2. 🌦Visualize the rain: Now, imagine the rain falling on you and washing over your body. Feel each drop landing on your skin. With each drop, imagine a thought, worry or pain being cleansed away. What do you feel it’s washing away? What is it helping to grow? 3. 🌦Invite ancestral resilience: Think of your ancestors or past generations. How might they have danced with life’s challenges differently than we do now? What lessons can you take from their resilience Reading suggestions: * 🌦Poetry Book: “Loss – Poems to better manage the many waves of grief” by Donna Ashworth [https://substack.com/profile/166379728-donna-ashworth] * 🌦Poem: Lotus Rain: A Poetic Journey of Transformation and Renewal [https://rosejah.substack.com/p/lotus-rain-a-poetic-journey-of-transformation] by Rose Jah [https://rosejah.substack.com/] 💛If this resonates with you, it will mean the world to me if you subscribed to my newsletter, shared this piece, or left a comment below.💛 Love 💛 Rose subscribe to my poetic newsletter: rosejah.substack.com Get full access to Soul Ink at rosejah.substack.com/subscribe [https://rosejah.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]