Pink Fingernails

By Jennifer Jefferson

Pink Fingernails is a collection of poetry I channeled while journaling over a 10-year period. I found that the language of my feelings of joy, pain, confusion, anger, gratitude, and conversations with Spirit wanted to be expressed while I was processing and healing from various situations during that time. I stored my journals away only to find them again in 2021. After reading them again, I felt compelled to bring them forward in print to offer healing and Oneness to my sisters and brothers (collectively).

The short story adds a little "mm-hmm...I know whatcha talking about" moment! And finally, the recipe for the brownies is my way to feed your soul and your tummy too!

Be well!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fulton Books, Inc.
• Release date: May 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9798885053044

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Table of Contents

Title

Copyright

Solo

A Poem While I Wait for Morning

Thistle

Angel Number 501

As the Tree Knows

Verb

What Make It Do What It Do?

Angel Number 556

Potato Chips

Angel Number 534

How I Am Feeling Today

Poem 5

Long Time Coming

Long Legs

Angel Number 512

He Almost Got Me

Redness

Angel Number 578

Pale Waters

Orangeing

Shopping

Hey, now!

About the Author

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Pink Fingernails

Jennifer Jefferson

Copyright © 2024 Jennifer Jefferson

All rights reserved

First Edition

Fulton Books

Meadville, PA

Published by Fulton Books 2024

ISBN 979-8-88505-303-7 (paperback)

ISBN 979-8-88505-304-4 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Solo

How profound that it is only one bird's song I hear.

The one bird whose song approaches the morning.

Does the bird invite itself to do this?

A special honor or a daily chore?

This solo song that changes the breathing and dreams of the sleeping.

Would the Sun dare rise without this song?

Why just one bird? Where is the chorus?

Or not a song but a prayer of thanks?

Of long ago people who now can only be, instead of the dance.

I hear this prayer the bird recites each time.

Making sure we know we are loved.

Remembering home and hearth.

Just because the song is skipping does not mean it is not Ancient.

I thank Bird Spirit for this prayer.

For this Thanksgiving. For this ritual.

I now have