✨A Poem✨
dried lemons
floating with basil
cracked windows and doors
rain drizzle
why would I want more?
I do
Saschia 👉🏽 Jayne👈🏽 Johnson
A place where you can be human.
✨A Poem✨
dried lemons
floating with basil
cracked windows and doors
rain drizzle
why would I want more?
I do
Saschia 👉🏽 Jayne👈🏽 Johnson
✨A poem ✨
The words fall out of me
I try my best to avoid the crippling kinds
I grab onto the ones that dance with the present
and all the glory that right now brings
It’s all inside you,
that’s what they say
And it is, I understand that
(I’m not letting the words fall out)
but I can feel you
I can hear you
and I just wanted to say
I’d rather you here in my now than
any other way.
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Finding Your Writing Rhythm
“The night is for dreamers. The night is for writers.” — Rosemary Lynn
Today I got to sit and stare out my back window. I saw a rusty feathered hawk fly real low and watched the bulls hang around and swat flies with their tails. Days like today remind me how important it is for writers to find their thing and accept it.
Slow mornings light my fire. It’s not just the peace that greets me in the morning; it also gives me more energy for my evening writing ritual. I’m a night writer. I like when everyone is snoozing while I’m in the corner creating new stories to share with the world.
Some people are morning writers, and that has nothing to do with me. If I wanted, I could write all day, but if I don’t write before bed, I don’t think I’d sleep a wink.
I don’t know if you’re a night writer but one thing is true: as writers, we have to find what works for us. For me, this is when I feel most connected to my inner writer. I can hear clearly the stories begging to be told. And that’s when I do my best to tell them.
But first, I had to tell mine. Writer’s Quest: A Triptych is my debut novel and I’m excited to share it with you. Click the image to see more.
✨A Poem✨
We settle back in
always returning
to the lesson that are left to learn
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

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✨A Poem✨
Life is strange the way it fills you up and leaves you hungry.
It doesn’t matter how wide your mouth is.
It’s human, you know,
to wax and wane through life.
Sometimes you couldn’t touch another bite,
and other times you could eat a whole horse (figuratively).
Maintenance is the cure but
it’s not urgent enough is it?
Oh, to be human and filled with life’s
responsibilities.
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Hand over the acceptance and
the appreciation of today
hand over the joy and the peace
that I’m allowed to feel
hand over the healing
and the best todays
and laughter filled bellies
I’m ready for them all
-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
I burnt my mouth on a slice of pepperoni pizza
(stuffed crust because that’s what she wanted)
I tipped my head back to show him where it hurt,
he said he couldn’t see anything.
It still hurt even though we couldn’t see a thing.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
The petals unfold
to reveal
everything
she’s been waiting for.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
💫A Poem 💫
She lifts her brown eyes to the sky,
thanks the ancestors for their strength,
and the marks they left on her DNA
in the best way.
Each step is a reminder that
she’s been gifted their legacy
to honor and carry on
in her own divine way.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
This sea pebble
crossed oceans
and landed at your feet.
A fish may have licked it
or maybe a star fish danced across it
but right now, in this moment,
that same pebble is in your world
and you get to decide
what to do with it.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson