Shira Dion Jenness's Blog: The Precarious Pile of Books

My 3 books are available again on Amazon under the author names Shira Dion Jenness and Shira Jane.
The Truth As Eyes See It (Shira Dion Jenness)
Deep Truth (Shira Dion Jenness)
Musical Missourian Storm (Shira Jane)

I watched many go through life spouting off the importance of having dreams and chasing them, how they give meaning to life. But those same people gave up on their own dreams. And I’m betting that some of them have judged me for going for mine. That’s okay. I’ll get over it when I’ve failed enough times to succeed. Because this, the trying, is what it’s really all about.

You’ve gotta grow. That’s it. Just grow. Forget goals and planners full of tasks. Grow today. Grow in the areas that are important because you FEEL they are important. If it’s too much, you must scale it down. Trying to juggle too many plates will cause a failure at juggling just a few, or only one. If it’s important to you, allow yourself to FEEL what that gravitational pull of motivation is supposed to trigger in you. You want to work when you truly understand the importance of the work. Not the laundry list of musts and shoulds delivered into your mind’s inbox by the outside world.
You have internal systems which guide you based on the internal workings of your own body and mind. No matter how others treat you, you are your own intelligence. You have free will to choose how you will live. You control your own mass of cells, your space, your actions, and the effects of those actions.
So grow, make it count.

It feels like there’s almost nothing left. It is true that a human being can be ignored into non-existence.

The things that made her more than flesh can be ghosted into oblivion. I can feel it happening, one little inch at a time. My torch is being burned up.

How many of you have passed by my work without a word? How many have scrolled past my open-heart surgery without giving a second glance?

I’ll never understand how I can mean so little. I’ve really tried. I’ve really given it my all.

I can still hear all those English teachers singing my praises, the praises meant for a future best-selling author.

Yet, my work, my abilities, would never go that far. They would make it to the social media maze where they would hit dead-ends endlessly.

No one cares. Just die in mediocrity and let it go.

These ideas are meant to be incinerated with your body, not read by millions.

I wonder about the other artists who have felt this very same agony. Undoubtedly, creative individuals throughout history have harbored emotional torments that the average human cannot even fathom. What causes one to place one’s own head in an oven, drown oneself in a river, cut off one’s own ear?

Being born in a time and place that cannot appreciate the exquisite reception of the divine found within such a tiny fragment of the whole.

These humans reveal the galactic fire with thoughts and interpretations of those thoughts.

How do any withstand the torment? They obviously find ways because art exists everywhere. They spew out the chewed up gum of infinity for inspection by the masses who just want a tiny fragment of the infinite in the mirror.

On display, a human specimen’s regurgitated feelings and intertanglings with tortuous ecstasy. Gaze upon the wonder of wonders, a soul on the verge of giving up, yet scraping by through expression alone.

Should we turn away in ignorance or shall we admire and validate its existence? Whatever we choose, shall determine the fate of one who never asked for a gift, but who must pay the price for one anyway.

My second book, Deep Cuts, is now on Kindle.
Deep Cuts