I AM Witch: The Art of Becoming
You may not know that I finished writing a book (I AM Witch: The Art of Becoming) this past year. I am represented by Susan Mears Literary and Film Agency. We are currently sending the book synopsis and sample chapters to publishers. https://susanmears.com/
Update: I will be publishing with Filament in the UK. https://filamentpublishing.com/
I AM Witch, is a book about the value of our intuition and feelings – our deep inner knowing. A book about the qualities of the feminine. A book about expanding our consciousness. A book about being a witch, what it is to be a witch, and reclaiming these parts of ourselves that society has not nurtured, validated, or honored.
Think about these qualities: Collaboration, Open-heartedness, Intuition, and Compassion. Feelings, Wisdom, Receptive.
And these: Logical, Analytical, Action-oriented, Objectivity, and Assertive.
While these are not attached to gender, they represent feminine and masculine qualities. How many of us have had aspects of ourselves put down. Like when someone says, “You’re too emotional.” Or wants us to be logical instead of allowing us to follow our dreams. Or how our earth has been polluted because we do not honor our bodies, and consequently, the body of the planet.
You can get a taste of some of my newer writing snippets below.
Poems
I’ve been putting out Croquis (quick sketch poems) on my IG and FB pages. You can read some of them below.
Or visit me on FB – https://www.facebook.com/jennifer.lehr.927/
Or IG – https://www.instagram.com/i.am.witch.book/
There Is a Place for Heartbreak
Yesterday, I pulled out my pendulum.
“I cannot sleep,” I wailed.
For world events have me twisted and broken hearted.
“What can I do?” I pleaded.
“Remember,” I heard a voice say,
“the years of ache that woke you.
How you reached down and up
to become more
then what was.
How you were birthed
through pain.”
There is a big place to stand
Spanning beyond one life,
a string of lifetimes.
Only in that perspective
can we see
there is a place for heartbreak.
Jennifer J. Lehr, LMFT
I Walk to Me
Finally, I hear a sound and it is mine.
My sound, sweet sound, above the din.
A road unwinds with each step.
Each foot placed down on the earth firmly roots.
My walk and I am singing on it.
I am singing to be out in the sun.
I am singing my sound and rejoicing.
I leave people and towns behind.
I walk to me.
Jennifer J. Lehr, LMFT
When I Knew
Years ago
in Philadelphia
walking from my home.
I am in a short dress and heels.
It is dark.
The neighborhood not good,
the kind an art student lives in.
I walk past a man.
My skin prickles.
I walk off the sidewalk, into the street,
pretend I know nothing.
I am ready
and turn
when he is
three feet behind me
his arms outstretched
ready to grab.
I swing my purse
at his face
scream
my hate, my anger, my outrage.
Over and over.
I am lucky he runs
from the rage I have
at my father.
Jennifer J. Lehr, LMFT
Intuition
Worry circled in my head
Round and round it wore
a path, a track, a rut.
I could not get free.
Worry was so loud,
it drowned out
everything else.
The small quiet voice
of intuition
could not be heard.
But I began
to sort,
ask myself
what is this? And that?
Slowly there became two piles.
One light and sparking.
One heavy and dull.
Clarity emerged
like the surface of clear still water.
And I began to say,
no, not you.
Yes, you.
And intuition sprung to life
and guided the way.
Jennifer J. Lehr, LMFT
Fortune
“You are lucky,”
someone once said to me.
Remember
the ten thousand years
dark and knotted
I unfolded through.
The snarls that grabbed me
The shattered bones
gleaming
and the crushed heart
seeping
crimson into dry dust.
I wailed, my thin voice snaking
towards the heavens
God, where are you?
Why have I been forsaken?
Slowly, my eyes turned inward
The untangling began
The books I read
How I practiced
trust, good will, kindness
how I came to believe
in possibility.
One day,
the planets aligned.
A cosmic window
opened.
An opportunity.
I raised my foot.
I stepped through
into sun sparkles.
The incantation
of ten thousand years
continues
a different note
a higher octave
on and on.
Jennifer J. Lehr, LMFT
Geese
Two large Canadian geese
are in the yard
Doing geese things
standing, sitting,
eating grass.
Their black feet
handsome.
One with a foot lifted into
the warm down of its underbelly.
They seem to be enjoying
the gray damp day.
A magical day
of moisture, and translucent drops
clinging to branch and bud,
of a smooth gray sky
enveloping and wrapping.
Their work is perhaps
closer to play
to being
to breathe in moist air,
to feel the harmony of this moment.
Perhaps I can
infuse
into my cells
this quiet peace.
Perhaps I can banish
old messages
that carve my life
into work and not work
and have it all merge,
melt together
into one unending
magical existence.
Jennifer J. Lehr, LMFT
