Seeing it

February 27, 2024 Sharon Jacobson

Seeing It

How do you do it?, he asked.
Do what?, I asked.
See the presence of Spirit in everything.
What I wanted to ask was
what keeps you from seeing it.
Seeing the gifts, blessings and opportunities
is something my Bubby taught me to do decades ago.
Seeing it,
was like breathing.
Spirit is everywhere and in everything.
If you look for its presence
you will see it.
Sometimes you will find it that which brings you joy,
other times in the challenging times.
You will see the Divine in those you like and love
and those you do not.
You will feel it in the news which brings you joy
and that which makes you ask why and wonder.
Bubby taught me to see the Ultimate
with each of my senses
and to keep looking
deeper and deeper
until I saw the gift.
She taught me to see the blessings
in even the smallest of cookie crumbs,
especially when we would combine them
to make the base of a cheesecake.
Together those crumbs achieved more
then anyone of them could alone.
It enabled me to see it.
Right now I am seeing it
and looking for it
and in some situations seeking it
until I am seeing it
and hoping you are able to see it too.

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It's not a Luxury

July 13, 2020 Sharon Jacobson

It’s not a luxury,
Audre Lorde once wrote.
It’s not.
I truly get it.
I know what it’s like to have
words which are fighting to come out
and speak their truth,
tell their story,
and ask to be heard,
and honored
respected,
and understood.
Being heard is not a luxury.
It is something we all want,
even if others do not understand,
we want to be heard,
to be recognized,
even if others recognize our truths
as different.
Poetry is a way of singing.
It is a way of sharing our heart,
our deepest thoughts,
and the truth we know
from our relationship
with the one who loves us
and knows us in a way
only poetry can communicate.

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Is it important to you?

June 17, 2015 Sharon Jacobson

Growing up in my household, periodically I would, like many teenagers, “forget” to do my chores. My parents would always put me in my place by saying something like, “But you remembered to call your friends, didn’t you? You seem to remember what is important to you!” They were right and it is a lesson I carry with me even today.

As a teenager, doing chores was not important. They were always going to be there and unless I really needed my allowance, which was important, spending time doing chores was not near as important to me as being with my friends. At the time, the choice was simple, time with friends or time without them doing chores. The problem was when my chore was to do laundry and my favorite outfits were not available; then doing laundry was more important than time with friends.

U is for Uncomfortable

April 22, 2013 Sharon Jacobson

Merriam and Webster’s dictionary defines uncomfortable as “causing or feeling slight pain or physical discomfort.” Some people when thinking about what makes them uncomfortable think about things they wear. Things such as shoes may start feeling comfortable when first put on, however by the end of the day, you can be so ready to slide your feet out of them and slip into something far more comfortable. Sometimes after eating a filling meal, the waistband on our clothes can make you wish you were wearing something stretchable because it is beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. My female friends will tell you that one of the most uncomfortable things they wear is a bra and many cannot wait to get home and take that off as soon as possible.

Who are we?

June 25, 2012 Sharon Jacobson

I was watching a 2-minute video by Don Miguel Ruiz called The Truth about Cats and Dogs. He talked about how cats do not identify themselves as cats or dogs as dogs or any animal as a species or series of roles. As we are not a part of those species, we will never know that for sure. However, his whole point was that we are more then any word we use to identify ourselves. As I thought about this, I found myself going back to a story from the book of Exodus in the Hebrew Bible. There Moses asks God, who shall I say sent me.

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