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Soulhood Inspiration August 2023

Updated: Sep 19, 2023

As promised here are the poems from the Soulhood Circle August 2023 sacred gathering.


With love & gratitude,


John Roedel poem


There is no such thing

as “business as usual”

on a spinning wet rock

that is wobbling next

to an enormous burning

fireball in the middle of an

expanding never-ending universe.

We are all in a sci-fi movie

of melodrama and

gunfire and romance

and smiling villains and

saints with filthy mouths.

Everything has a circus life feel

in this big tent of

seven-billion juggling clowns

We fool ourselves

with words like “normal”

and “typical” and “usual”

-those are just the fake

beards we put on our fears

to keep ourselves from being

seduced by the constant chaos

that surrounds all of us.

Normal can’t exist in a

world of sudden heart attacks

or blood clots in our brains.

Nothing can be “typical” when

we are all just a single moment

away from filling our lungs one

last time and falling into the forever light.

There is nothing usual

about this fragile

world of crackling thin ice

and orange fingers on

nuclear buttons.

We are all in the mixing bowl

of life and tears and joy

and family and sex and grief

and redemption and relapse.

The egg beater of time is smashing us

all together constantly.

I don’t know where my insecurities end

and your egomania begins.

This is a strange world

of science and facts that are

forced to be roommates with

mythology and religion to produce

a reality show like non other.

This is a strange world

where we can buy long guns and

pretty little baby shower gifts

in the same box store.

This is a strange world of small

ladybugs napping on giant

sunflowers and explosive autumn sunsets

that invite our imagination

to believe in God again.

This is a strange world

where I can break the

heart of someone else

a half-a-world-away with

the cruelty of a single tweet.

This is a strange world

where an angel can appear

in a chat room or as Facebook

avatar to talk me out of giving

up on myself.

Ours is a planet

that is a constant

vaudevillian show

of moral contortionists

and political tap dancers

and fire-eating preachers.

Step right up!

Step right up!

There is always something

To see here!

Welcome to Earth,

there is more beauty

and more terror than

your prenatal dreams

could have ever

prepared you for.

Here on Earth you

have the equal

chance to hurt

or heal.

Here on Earth

you will probably

have an equal

chance of

dying from a piece

of falling space debris then

you will getting your neighbor

to quit running over your

sprinkler with their lawnmower.

So, try and relax about everything.

This life is all a swirl

of labor pains

~and unpaid bills

~and eye popping midnight kisses

~and protest marches

~and children collecting seashells on beaches

~and kindness

~and cruelty

~and silent screams

and funeral hugs.

It’s a weird planet

and we are all

the resident weirdos.

Even you.

Especially you.

You are a freak.

There is nobody else

like you.

You can choose

to let that information


you or destroy you.

I fought that truth

for years.

No more.

I am a misfit

just like the rest of

you beautiful freaks.

I’m a weirdo

on the weirdest

planet in this

floating field

of exploding stars

and untold mysteries

and I can’t wait to

share this

adventure with

all of you fellow

strange birds.

John Roedel poem


Me: Hello God.

God: Hello…

Me: I’m falling apart. Can you put me back together?

God: I’d rather not.

Me: Why?

God: Because you’re not a puzzle.

Me: What about all the pieces of my life that fall to the ground?

God: Leave them there for a while. They fell for a reason. Let them be there for a while and then decide if you need to get any of those pieces back.

Me: You don’t understand! I’m breaking up!

God: No, you don’t understand. You’re transcending, evolving. What you feel are growing pains. You’re getting rid of the things and people in your life that are holding you back. The pieces are not falling down. The pieces are putting in place. Relax. Take a deep breath and let those things you no longer need fall down. Stop clinging to pieces that are no longer for you. Let them fall. Let them go.

Me: Once I start doing that, what will I have left?

God: Only the best pieces of yours.

Me: I’m afraid of change.

God: I keep telling you: YOU’RE NOT CHANGING! YOU’RE BECOMING!

Me: Becoming, Who?

God: Becoming who I created you to be! A person of light, love, charity, hope, courage, joy, mercy, grace and compassion. I made you for so much more than those shallow pieces you decided to adorn yourself with and that you cling to with so much greed and fear. Let those things fall off you. I love you! Don’t change! Become! Don’t change! Become! Become who I want you to be, who I created. I’m gonna keep telling you this until you remember.

Me: There goes another piece.

God: Yes. Let it be like this.

Me: So…I’m not broken?

God: No, but you’re breaking the darkness, like dawn. It’s a new day. Become!! Become who you really are!

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