Poems from the podcast:

THE PROTECTOR:
I look over at you you look over at me
I was once you and now you're me, see?
I sense that your grip on the wheel is shut tight
So I'll be your passenger, won't put up a fight

You're such a small girl to be driving this bus
But each time you're dethroned you've come back with more fuss
Determined to keep your place at the wheel
This time, instead, I will make you a deal

I'll never take over what you don't freely give
I will laugh with you, cry with you, scream with you, live
Together we'll travel through highs and through lows
You'll teach me all things that I need to know.
I'll patiently sit here with wisdom of age
But you are the owner, protector, and sage

You are the one who has always been sturdy
While I flailed around, fixed myself in a hurry
But now I am here with a humbled old heart
I get it, you carry the much needed chart

I put my feet up on the dash in amazement
Seeing you clearly don't need a replacement

But promise me this if the moment feels right
You'll let me drive this damn bus one night.



FIRE:
I can feel the fire burning, starts small in my chest
Catches and rages, racing up towards the crest
There comes a point where I know I must choose
Do I let the fire out or pretend just to snooze?

I plead that the embers will dwindle and die
yet this path I've been paving says "feel fully alive"
So I muster my honesty, open my mouth
And release what's been pent up like rain for a drought.

With power and boldness, I forgot once existed
I sing of injustice that these actions feel twisted
Not ready to hear if I'm right or I'm wrong
Just dying to release this hell fury song

And in that grand moment the small girl inside me
Released her tight grip to hand over the key
In that moment she knew I could handle protection
That I'll speak of the truth at expense of connection

Staying quiet never kept me safe or at peace
It eroded self trust like a deep inner crease
So before I am sent to the ground in a tomb
I will growl, howl, and wail as I did from the womb.

When people teach you NOT to love who you are, that you alone are not enough without someone or something to rescue you, to give yourself up for someone else, to only live your life for someone or something.... it's abusive. Plain and simple.

I ramble about why I think everything hinges on loving yourself and how difficult it is to do. It doesn't just require standing in the mirror, saying nice words. It's apologizing to yourself, repairing with yourself, taking ownership for how you've treated yourself like shit in the name of putting others above yourself. It requires knowing yourself intimately, accepting all of the parts of your present, even if you wish they could be different. Standing up for yourself AND building yourself up. Difficult work. Rewarding work.

"Belle" lyrics

Who are you? What's your name?
You have the cutest little button but I sense that you're afraid.
Why are you here? What do you hide?
While everybody's slinging mud you're standing firm with quiet pride.

And you just wanna open up but oh the price is only love
How 'bout that?

What are you? Can't quite tell.
You're floating somewhere in between my highest heaven and my deepest hell
Where are you from? Make no mistake.
I see that you are full of life even though all you do is ache.

And you just wanna open up but oh the price is only love
How 'bout that?
So baby take your time while I unwind and then start to unpack
How 'bout that?

When you call me, don't turn around
I'm right here, you won't go underground.
I hear you calling, you want to let go
All that fear can melt like snow.

There you are - I found you
You were my strongest little soldier now I pay homage to you
I set you free, go run wild
without the kind of weight you carried as a helpless little child

And you just wanna open up but oh the price is only love
How 'bout that?
So baby take your time while I unwind and then start to unpack
How 'bout that?

When you call me, don't turn around
I'm right here, I won't go underground.
I hear you calling, I hope that you know
You can stay and we'll just GLOW

Who are you? What's your name?
Why don't you step into the light because there's nothing here to shame.

Excited to share how psychedelics have played a critical role in helping me shed the dark layers of my childhood trauma! **Always use your best judgement and do your own research when it comes to working with medicine and substances in your own healing journey. "Fuck around and find out" so they say.

Trigger warning: Childhood sexual abuse

28 years later, with my voice and music, I finally tell the tale of what happened so long ago that I kept quiet about. Remembering moments of intense pain is confusing, painful, sad, rage inducing, and also leads to the light at the end of a tunnel I've been running in for years and years.

I am in the thick of healing and you will hear the tragic cries of a 7/8 year old coming from a woman of 35.

I am not in the business of protecting people from emotions, so I didn't edit this episode. And I want to normalize a process and experience that I know I'm not alone in.

It's been a hell of a good time this summer. Moving, relationships, travel. All of my grueling internal work is paying off externally and it's been magical.

What if I had a magic pill to help you end the majority of your suffering? Would you believe it? Would you try it?

Most people feel an odd comfort in their cycles of pain. And even though that's normal, I'm sharing my honest thoughts about it.

I am eager and ready to help! If you are ready to get more extensive help in your relationships with yourself and others, visit the website below.

julesmorrowcoaching.com