HeyJaredDreamscaped Embodied Writing
Capturing the essence of life through embodied poetry, short stories and fragments of longer pieces that I am working on. I love to get lost in my writing and often read back my work and it makes no sense at all.
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Cacao Altars (opens the original)
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One of my life pleasures is imbibing the magical drink of cacao. Much as coffee is revered, cacao also has its own distinct history, benefits, controversies, mythology and spirituality. Traced back to the ancient Mayans it’s been used as currency, to adorn prisoners, in ceremony and ritual. It’s special. But not everyone knows what makes it special. Could it be the way whole communities are involved in its planting, growing and production? It is a tradition, a heritage, a lineage, a spirituality
Cedro Del Deodaro (opens the original)
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Acquasanta to Santa Marta <a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!PeaY!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F83c6b209-0ef7-47ae
Mantras, Sore Knees & Learning Italian (opens the original)
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There’s a wonderful local group that I joined (I mean there’s no membership. I showed up one week and nobody told me to go away). Participants vary each week. There’s drums, guitars, rattles and tambourines. We sometimes close our eyes. We sit crosslegged on the floor on cushions and we generally start with a quiet meditation. It’s the local mantra group and I guess my enthusiasm means I have been fully accepted into the group. Sometimes, not often, due to afore mentioned enthusiasm (maybe it’s
Mountain Musings (opens the original)
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Before we say our goodbyes and leave tomorrow. I wanted to remember how We arrived via bus instead of train because there was a sciopero (train strike) in Italy, and the five policemen outside Ventimiglia station didn’t know. How we wandered off to look for the bus stop, And found it. I wanted to capture how we hiked and hiked uphill. Heart beating so hard in my chest, Crikey I’m not fit And the butterflies winging so easily from wild lavender to sage. <a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img
La Casa Del Cacao (opens the original)
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A couple of weeks ago, as Marty and I were preparing to walk our dogs, Peanut and Scout, we noticed a guy lingering outside the house in his Ape (those famous Italian agricultural vehicles that navigate all the mule paths criss- crossing the village). <img alt="" c
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