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User Image jenamalone Posted: Nov 21, 2017 11:17 PM (UTC)
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. My. Early. Birthday. Present. Every. Year. Now. Watching. You. Grow
I love you so much sweet boy
User Image jenamalone Posted: Nov 21, 2017 3:20 PM (UTC)
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The more time I spend loving myself//The more love I have to give -Reach out
And take your own hand
And dance deep into the evening
Stop looking for another's offering
True love is first found within
The origin of your yearning
The truth, a simple wellspring
Dive deep and well
Deep and well my darling
True love is found within. -
Deep birthday breaths. Full revolutions ahead. My Jesus year begins.
User Image jenamalone Posted: Nov 19, 2017 9:19 PM (UTC)
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There is no possession of the sun. And yet without it we are nothing, incomplete. The double meaning of the word son and sun is not lost on me. Learning how to be apart from my darling boy and not live in darkness. I'm going on 5 days without his light. The longest I've ever EVER gone. And I know some part of me should be rejoicing, singing freedom! But the truth is children inspire such a possessive love. You want every moment. Every giggle. Every scream and coo. I'm happy that my profession always teaches me the hard lessons. I am his. He is not mine. His ever pulsing desire for freedom and independence grows without my want or whim. The sooner I can let him go freely into the world. The sooner I can love him purely as he deserves. Phew. Ok. I can do this. Send this mama some strength. I'm gonna need it.
User Image jenamalone Posted: Nov 17, 2017 2:05 PM (UTC)
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#happybirthdayyouwildwoman

You let the places that
Intersect us
Bring us further along in our journey
To completion
I've learned many things
Here
From watching you navigate
meaning
mindless violence
Treason
Intention
Love

I watch you use your hands to push out new roads into the world
Through your fingers you draw maps for strangers that lead them home

You recall
For me
The things I can not
You push them pack into my pockets
And tell me I am better for having them
For remembering them
For loving them

Things that I never learned to love myself.
Your vehicle is your body
Which you share in union with trees and chairs
Lovers and thieves
All the welcome souls
Drawn in
By the warmth and the wisdom
Of your poetry.
User Image jenamalone Posted: Nov 16, 2017 11:34 PM (UTC)
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ANGELICA , take me back to your layers of petticoats and satins. 36 original looks created for this film. It was a spoil of riches from #ritaryack
User Image jenamalone Posted: Nov 16, 2017 11:34 PM (UTC)
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ANGELICA , meet the sheer sexual insanity of #janetmcteer
Out Nov 17
User Image jenamalone Posted: Nov 16, 2017 11:34 PM (UTC)
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ANGELICA, the bearded lady of the circus.
Out Nov 17
User Image jenamalone Posted: Nov 16, 2017 11:33 PM (UTC)
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ANGELICA , i took 36 rolls of film behind the scenes of this shoot. It was such a rich , lush , obscure and violent era.
Out Nov 17
User Image jenamalone Posted: Nov 16, 2017 11:32 PM (UTC)
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ANGELICA. A sonnet to the misfortune and miseducation of the patriarchy in Victorian London. From the writer/ director of TEETH #MitchellLichtenstein

Out Nov 17
User Image jenamalone Posted: Nov 16, 2017 11:31 PM (UTC)
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Angelica , a film I shot on 2015 is being unearthed and released tomorrow, November 17 across America.
User Image jenamalone Posted: Nov 8, 2017 8:39 PM (UTC)
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Somewhere between California and the moon.
User Image jenamalone Posted: Sep 25, 2017 3:08 AM (UTC)
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User Image jenamalone Posted: Sep 24, 2017 5:04 PM (UTC)
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The whole of the world. Upside down. Literally. And maybe it's good thing, a sign of things to come. It's always darkest before the light or something like that ?
User Image jenamalone Posted: Sep 18, 2017 5:52 PM (UTC)
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after identity , the after after party//// revisiting old miracles , like old friends
entertaining former selves around a table of thought
made beautiful by tea and porcelain and time
dancing with my 20’s and laughing with my last year spent alone
and when the evening comes for my nostalgia
i place no shame on my sadness
the bittersweet remains of the day
i walk each love to the door
and kiss each identity and incarnation of me
gathering their belongings that no longer belong to me
and send them all on their way
there is such a peace in the aftermath of longing
there is comfort in knowing that one day they may decide to stay
but tonight, I’m better off for the knowing
that i am perfect
in who i am today.
User Image jenamalone Posted: Sep 14, 2017 8:50 PM (UTC)
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**Just some thoughts on shared suffering, personal growth and the way to climb out of this deep karmic chasm we are in of longstanding abuse to ourselves and all life on this planet and purposeful ignorance towards knowing we are whole. ** Myanmar is burning and crimes against humanity is not a drinking game. The worlds oceans are turning against us and the tide of what has been is creating a whirlwind out of our new norm. Hundreds of thousands of people displaced from where they call home. Children born whole, are left ravaged by the storms of neglect and hate and ruin. We, the few , the still haves and the haves too much are motionless. Caught between what real action means and waiting it seems for the light to turn green.
I am bound to you. You are bound to me. Bound together , by cell and atom and purpose and place. In this world of overpopulation and satellites, there is no blind eye to turn to when our hearts go numb.
There are no words to make good the mindless consent of consumption. We are all guilty. We are all suffering. We all have healing to be done.
And if we , this giant, living ,woven together collective of humanity is truely tied together than the work is clear. Heal ourselves. Transform our pain no matter how small. And allow that act to ripple outward till we are all vibrating from a wellspring of wholeness.
User Image jenamalone Posted: Sep 14, 2017 4:27 AM (UTC)
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The. Best. Thing. About. Being. Human.
User Image jenamalone Posted: Aug 30, 2017 1:48 AM (UTC)
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Tears of gratitude , like a sudden rain, turning my whole field bright overnight. How surprising to see how well pain lessens when shared. When planted in the open for all to see. And how being seen is enough. Our makeshift photosynthesis. Turning awareness into light. How beautiful reciprocated healing can be. I can't thank the insta-tribe of mothers, sisters, daughters and sons enough, for sharing yours so in turn mine can feel less heavy. So much love to you all and gratitude and growth.
User Image jenamalone Posted: Aug 23, 2017 11:09 PM (UTC)
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Motherhood , depression and self worth.
I don't have anything beautiful to say. Except that this struggle is real. The sharp edges are too much to hold without compassion. I'm struggling with this . Compassion for myself and this moment of growth in my life. I know I am not alone in this. I guess I just needed to share, in hopes of being seen and feeling not so very much alone.
User Image jenamalone Posted: Aug 17, 2017 6:21 PM (UTC)
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User Image jenamalone Posted: Aug 16, 2017 7:06 PM (UTC)
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For you I will make my skin impenetrable against the wind and the blackberry bramble. I will let it tear and bleed with grace and strength. I will take your pain and your fear and your skin bruised soft by falls and kiss them over and over again until you find your courage . I can not give you courage. I can only show you mine. You will decide for yourself how you will grow. I can only hold you in my arms for so long until they too become unnecessary to demonstrate what safety is . You will hold the imprint of our life together in your skin. You will lead me to my chair. And carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. You will carry my groceries. You will protect me from the wind and the sharp edges of your heartbreaks. You will be alone in a world full of chaos. It will be your choice who to love, how to love and how to let go of fear. All I can do is show you , my dear boy, what it is to be a human , in the long history of being human , on a planet at the edge of another collapse ,during the fall of an empire convoluted with so much hate.
I can only lead by example one step at a time. I can only show you how our history lives in our skin, the good and the bad and the ugly of it. I can only teach you rituals of gratitude and love and hope that the millionth time we greet the sun in awe, it sticks. There's only so much I can do for you until you must do it for yourself. I must let you go, as one day you must let me go. I believe in our story here on earth and here together. I believe in you. And I believe in the oldest thread of revolutionary truth, LOVE.
#heatherheyer #magnifytruth #magnifylove #raisingthenextgenerationOfhealers #mothersunite