Jessa Sobczuk

The Winter, the snow, the awareness and attention required to stay layered and prepared, and mentally and physically well through the season; In Northern Ontario that season can seem very long, but when you embrace the amazing extreme temperatures and the sheer awesome beauty that comes along with unrelenting sheets of snow, a field of untouched ice crystals, borders of frozen bulrushes coated in glass armour, you start to live in an inspired and creative place, straddling between reality and some icy, quiet, contemplative, crunchy-footstep fairyland. People are more understanding, although perhaps a bit slower to react...but if we give each other a little room and time to thaw out, and not be afraid to reach out ourselves when we feel it's getting too much...it can be a really enjoyable time where we can all learn how to chill out.

Life is making me stop and take notice; notice of the things I cannot change, teaching me how to work around them.
          Controlling the control-ables, and floating with the rest, like a boat at sea.
          While I take notice of the big things, like loved ones being taken away through illness and death or circumstances beyond control, the biggest things.
          And how do you make a life of meaning with only a few months left to live, in dwindling health and energy at the face of the impending departure from it?
          Can you make life meaningful in just one day, without much use of your fading body?
          We pass these tragic moments on to each other.
          Reminders of life from life. 
          Maybe there is a balance in the undercurrent, while we're trying to live on the surface of such choppy water. 
          

I'm really pleased at the rate my poems are piling up here. I hope you're enjoying the read. I've been posting some weird pieces that won't end up in the book version so if there's one you're really fond of, let me know and I'll try to leave it in. :-)
          
          Happy reading!

Thank you so much for the vote! I really appreciate it. 

Greetings fellow Wattpad readers and writers!
          
          Over the last week I've published a lot of poetry with plans for much more on the way. 
          
          In the meantime, a publication I used to work for has chosen (much to our confusion and dismay) to take writing credits off their online archives. I might start trying to track down my old pieces and post them here, along with my collection of reviews and articles that ran in the print publication.
          
          I won't get all political but I will offer some advice to anyone out there attempting to make a living in journalism: no matter how independent and honourable they make themselves out to be, to thine own self be true; everyone is looking to get paid from somewhere.
          
          And in the name of everything sacred, keep copies of your work because no one else will do that for you.

Thank you for the follow!