To Be Me

To Be Me
Untamed & wild
I run with the wind
A world without fences
No forcible strength
Can hold me down
I am alive & free
Connect the dots
My life is a miracle
From one point to another
I make my Soul Shine
That is mine
No one can take that from me
I wake up to experience
Extraordinary excellence
All around me
The air
The world
The people we see
There is true beauty
Can your eyes open up
Enough to see it?
Stop and breathe
Everything around you
What are your ideas?
I make a tiny impression
On the world as a whole
Tiny because there are many of us
Yet, I’m extraordinary
Because there is only
One of me
I am enough
For me
I am surviving
In my world without fences
I get to be
On my own
Where ever I find myself
That is exactly where I
Am supposed to be
~ J. Lefever ~
©Think. Speak. Tryst. Publication

Daily Reflection on Trystღ (03/18/13)

Daily Reflection (03/18/13)


Plastic People


Hello to all you sweet peeps! It’s a Monday reflection at hand!! Before I get into my thought today, I just want to take a minute to thank you all for being such loyal readers. There was a time when I thought I’d never have an audience, I thought that my writing was bad, or just so-so, and who would ever really care what I have to say. I have met such awesome people through writing on Tryst and WordPress. The more time that goes by and the more I interact and talk to you, those of you whom I speak to more regularly, the more I get to know you and I must say, some of you are just true sparks of soulshine and I truly enjoy the connection! I have gotten to know some of you, and I’m finding out who has been real, who has been real nice and who is full of inspiring wisdoms, which… I completely love! For those of you who take the time to not only read my posts, but comment and respond to my comments, you are greatly appreciated & wonderfully awesome people!! For those of you who are true & real, a big thank you. I think you are so awesome!!


My mind was deep in thought this morning about a certain, situation… I was trying to use the right words to get my point accorss with out being… inapropriate. Sometimes we get our hopes up for someone, or something, and we are sadly let down. Like when some one turnes out to be someone completely different from how they were in the beginning. Fake? I guess you can say. Either way, my mind was pondering, and I just wanted to recognize the awsomeness of some of you!!


I can’t make excuses for some people. There really are people in the world who think they are too good for others. Like they have achieved some status above everyone else and they are just too superior to interact with everyone. Puh-leeze. That’s called arrogance. That’s called being a snob. And for people who have true beauty of the heart, those kinds of people are a real turn off! In every which way!! See, now, maybe that’s my opinion, but I thought high school was over years ago… so what’s the deal with all the hype to have the highest numbers in Facebook or Twitter? Are people still in the rat race for the titles in society of ‘Most Liked’, ‘Most likely to age well’, Most likely to succeed’, and any other label the shallow souls are out there seeking. This makes me wonder… what did those kind of people NOT get in high school that they feel they need to make up for now?


For anyone out there who is newer to a social media network, or any adventure on the internet, and so on… enjoy what your working on! Enjoy your task at hand! Don’t be like everyone else and join in on things just to see how many  peep requests you can obtain!! Just enjoy communicating and connecting with the world because it can be so much fun if it’s used the right way!! To those fo you who have a huge fan base, that’s super awesome!! Good for you!! Now let’s hope that you just keep being real and keep being you and don’t switch to the dark side of things where you lose your identity and become addicted to the numbers. (By adicted, I mean that you lose everything else! You aren’t posting quality things anymore because your goals have been altered… Don’t do that!! Yuck!! Just be real!!


I find that I preach this a lot. Fake, rude and ‘I’m too good to talk to you’ people get on my last friggin nerve!!


Don’t be plastic people!! It’s ugly!! Plus, I would think that keeping up with ‘fake’ appearances would be really exausting!! I mean, being anyone other than me would take some real work!!


I hope you all have a real great Monday being your real fantastic selves!! ~ Jen


Thank you for letting me get this shit off my chest!! I feel much better and now I can get on with my day!!


Tryst Thought: This ‘rant’ is a little off my normal beaten path of writing. I let someone hurt my feelings this weekend, and in the moments of my sensitivity, it happened again by another person and I’m not even sure they know that they are being a complete shit head!! I won’t say any more… but that’s what’s up with me right now…


 ©Think. Speak. Tryst. Publication

At The Barre ~ Tryst Story

My Years at the Barre ~ True Tryst Story


My life as a dancer. (At the ballet barre)

When I was three, I put on my very first pair of ballet shoes. Yes, I had the cute tutu and tights and joined a class of about 20, tiny little girls, learning to point our toes and mostly stand in a straight line and look cute at the end of the season recital. At such a young age, my little heart began its true passion for dancing, and sparkly costumes, that continued for the next 15 years.

Through out my dancing career, I studied mostly tap & ballet, but went into other genres like lyrical, jazz & hip hop, during the later years. I travelled all over the country, competing and performing. I taught, student taught, for a couple of years when I was at the end of my years as a dancer, teaching those tiny little ballerinas that, many years ago, I once was.

I loved to dance. For so long, it was my whole life. I spent as much time dancing, rehearsing, performing & competing, if not more, than I did in school. I would watch my poise and posture, finger and arm placement as I practiced my foot work at the barre, ballet barre. I had big dreams. Plans to go to college and obtain a degree in the arts and possibly open a dance studio of my own. I did dream of dancing professionally, but I am very tall. At 6′, yes, I’m 6′ tall, my long legs looked lovely on stage, but I was as tall as most of the male dancers, sometimes taller. So, my dreams of being gracefully thrown into the air, were, to say the least, not likely to happen. I was just too tall.


I didn’t let this get me down, though. I kept dancing through my first two years of highschool. Until the day came when I got my drivers licence and I was suddenly thrown into a world of social events with the upper classmen that included keg parties, smoking weed and undeniably breaking my curfew and pissing my parents off. (I regret pissing my parents off still to this day. Oh, the things I would change if I could go back…)

I was 18 years old the last time I performed on stage. I was choreographing my own pieces by that time, and really loving being able to write the steps to my own numbers, practice them, pick music, and take to a competition with the hopes of winning trophies, metals and ribbons. My extracurricular activities of hanging out at all the dopest parties were starting to take a toll on my training as a dancer, and my last performance was not my best. I did not go out with a bang. My dancing had become a drag, not something I loved and looked forward to anymore. I didn’t have strong movements in that performance. I was sloppy. I had been doing it for 16 years, and I think I felt like it just wasn’t for me anymore. As my music ended, I took a bow and exited the stage. I took a silver metal in my category in that competition and havent danced since then.

That was 13 years ago. I haven’t danced in 13 years.

I still have all my costumes and shoes. My black & white wing tip tap shoes that were stellar in my Vegas shows still fit, as well as my soft pink satin toe shoes, with the ripped, worn satin, gently falling off the pointe and my worn ribbon laces that went up my ankles, shredded at the edges, they still fit too.

I put my toe shoes on the other day. I laced them up my legs and made the bold attempt to stand up on them, on pointe. To my surprise, it was like I never took them off. Granted, I’m sure my triple pirouette is a bit rusty… I dared not to even try. I did a single one instead and landed nicely, with good arm placement. I stood there for a minute, in my shoes and thought of my years as a dancer. Seemed like another life entirely. Was giving this up for keg stands and years of hangovers and bad habits worth it? Would I be the person I am today, if I had kept my toe shoes on and told the party invites to kiss my ass, I have better things to do with my time than get messed up at parties and make an idiot of myself. (Note: I could always handle the sauce pretty well, so I’m sure I didn’t make a compete idiot of myself… but I’m sure there were times that I did… happens to everyone, right?)


I think I’ll save the tap shoes for another day. Another day when I’m reminiscing of my past, and curious to see if I can still tap my ass of, like I once could. (I was like Ginger Rogers in my youth… looking for my Fred Astaire)

J. Lefever



©Think. Speak. Tryst. Publication

Broken Glass

Broken Glass
I watched in utter silence
As the moment fell to the floor
Words scattered like torn pages
Hopes & dreams as broken as glass
For a while, what may seem like
Forever, I stood just looking at defeat
Absorbing what I know at the end of all endings
Telling my tale
With all the harsh, corrupt and even innocent
Truths, I dare to enlighten you
I am numb to this life
To the things that burn, sting and scar
So let me just be real
And break the perfect fairytale that we all hoped for
Break it, what’s already broken
Like the glass that is scattered on the floor
~ J. Lefever ~
©Think. Speak. Tryst. Publication

Re-defining Me ~ Tryst Update

Re-defining Me ~ Tryst Update

I am under a new moon tonight. It’s newer to me than the moon was yesterday. I love that too. Under the moon tonight, I feel… closer to me… than I have… in a long while. Phew, (brushing my forehead and brow dramatically), which, to say the very least is a good feeling. I’m not sure what the sudden change in disposition is, but I have been practically begging for it!! I have been pulled out of the dark abyss somehow, and here I am, re-creating my world around me. It’s like I’m re-decorating my mind and soul!! I went off the deep-emotional end lately and have been down… down… down!! It sucks being down. (Yes, Alice in Chains, I hear you loud and clear and although I dearly love that song, being down in that hole has worn me out!) It is time to re-surface… (Note: how many times did I just use words with ‘re-‘ in front of them? Let’s see, shall we: Re-creating, re-decorating, re-surface) I wonder what else I can re-use this word in reference to? (Re-use, re-enforce, re-habilitate, re-evaluate, re-present.. no, that last one didn’t quite work to re-explain my word play here.. hum, let me think some more on that, but I’m liking the game. Indeed…

While I continue to get my self back to me, re-living my past, to re-mind me of my present, which will help re-evaluate my future and the way that I want it to go, I think I’ll stop here for now. That is all for now. Night.

J. Lefever


©Think. Speak. Tryst. Publication

A Momentary Lapse of Reason ~ Tryst Journal


A Momentary Lapse of Reason ~ Tryst Journal

I’ve been told that our ‘Higher Powers’ don’t give us anything we can’t handle. I’ve been told that the strong ones, are the ones who are given the tougher things in life. Not saying anything about someone who has had a relatively easy life, and not fallen down too much. I’m quite envious of those people, in fact, I wish I was one of them. I think that they are the lucky ones.


I wonder, so much lately, what is really going on…? Am I this really shitty person, who has a soul that is just no good…? Because my life has taken me down some roads that were so tough, I am literally still working on going through them… getting past them with some kind of understanding as to why certain events had to take place… why my eyes had to fall witness on some things, things I wish I had never seen… and why can’t I just give up? What is it that makes me keep going everyday? Even when the days are so hard, hard even to get up and start, but I do, get up, and keep going.


What am I fighting for?


Today. Wow. Today was a tough day. I had some bumps at work, which is unusual. Work is always smooth, for the most part. But when these work related issues came up, I was actually really grateful for them because they were total distraction from my social life, which is where I’m tackling demons today.


You know how when something in life has emotional connections to it, it’s always 10X worse? When the heart is involved, it’s like, monumental!!! When I come across a social problem with a person with whom I have no emotional connection with, it’s like ‘Oh well, whatev’s…’ and I move on. Never losing any sleep over it. Not even a wink. So, when you have these emotions involved, they make all things worse, complicated and they make people, me, irrational, sometimes a neurotic mess, ignorant to the reality of things… yes, my emotions can get the best of me sometimes. Thing is, this rarely happens. I’m serious!! For a woman, I rarely lose it… I keep pretty good control of my ‘crazy-lunatic-female-hormones’ so it’s like when I do have a ‘moment’ of irrational-emotional-drama, I get so mad at myself for slipping off the edge. But, yea, there is a but, when I get pushed to my limit, pushed so far back that, after time, I swear, I just cannot keep my mouth shut anymore about the shit that’s been bothering me, don’t I have that right? Don’t I have the right to stand there and voice my concerns? Don’t I have the right to have feelings? And just because I so rarely come apart at the seams, that doesn’t mean that I am never, ever, allowed a momentary lapse of reason!?!


I feel apart at the seams today.

I really did.

I just let it all go…

Everything came out at once.

The things that I’ve been so silent about for so long, all had a tangible voice today.


I don’t really know what happened. I woke up this morning, like every other day. I came to work and dove into my commitments there. Next thing I knew, I was having a conversation, something was triggered, and all things went south. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, I was face to face with, someone, and I was just fallin’ apart.


These things happen when we keep ourselves bottled up. That is why I try to write. My lesson today is that, yes, even though i write, to cleanse my heart, mind and soul of things, I am still hiding. There are still things that I have no words for. Things that I have n answers for. And it all came down, to me, just a person, who was pushed, couldn’t take it anymore, and I came a little undone.


I’m not sure why I’m sharing this. I guess I don’t need to hide proof that I’m just an imperfect person in an imperfect world. We all have moments that suck, right? That’s all for now…


J. Lefever


Tryst Thought: Space is always good when you are having emotional words with another. Sometimes we say things we don’t mean in the heat of the moment. In the space, we think clearer, and can come back, and have a much more productive conversation.

Do we turn into someone we are not, when our words get the best of us?



©Think. Speak. Tryst. Publication

Imagine a Moment


Imagine a Moment

The time was then

When people laughed

And loved the land

I saw a someone walk my way

Telling me to hold his hand

He story he spoke to me…

Once I knew too little

This time was long ago

When people were real

And loved like brothers

All the same, void of

Judgement placed upon others

Sounds nice, I said

This time you say

Unlike anything I know

So different from today…

Indeed, he said It was pure like no other


Like the love you have for your brother…

We lived & breathed

Taught lessons to teach

Walked hand & hand

To you, I reach

Here I am

I came to find you

Tonight, you see

Under the moon that’s blue

I must let you see

I must tell you so

There is more to life

Than what you think you know

Don’t listen to lies

Your soul knows the difference

Don’t forget to love

Everything that has importance

Don’t believe all that you see

People will trick you

Listen to me

Follow your light

You guiding heart

You will never be lost

You will never fall apart

Stand up tall

Speak out loud

And if you fall

Get back up, and be proud

Most of all

Please love from within

Love your self

Even through glory & sin

Your soul is pure

Your hands clean today

Take me words

Carry with you all I say…

Imagine a moment

When you witness a miracle


With you

Under this moon of blue

The words you spoke

Everything you said

I heard

I felt

They’re in my head

A miracle becomes this moment

As I imagine it this way

I will take with me

Every single word

All you told me

All that I heard

~ J. Lefever ~



  ©Think. Speak. Tryst. Publication

Soul Revival

Soul Revival


Crooked thoughts
Travelling through the air
Destination undecided as
It continues nowhere
Begging for a reason
An explanation to ease
My wondering mind
Misdirected chaos
Left remembered behind
I lost my strength
Perseverance slipped away
I’m not my yesterday, yet
Misery likes its prey
Stumbling down on my own
Trembling knees
How have I returned
To the place that makes me bleed
A liar and a fake
I pretend all too well
Broken promises written
Straight back to that hell
Noises I can’t turn off
Silence pierced through my inner voice,

Telling myself I’m falling
Hearing my own little voice
I thought it was OK
That I was able to trust
I fear I’ve been tricked
Left a joke in the dust
So now I run so far
Tears burn in regret
Anger builds against my soul
Shamefully lost the bet
People thrive and celebrate
In watching someone cry
Until the day when evil wins
And the weak have finally died
Why I’m here to tell you this
I really don’t even know
I cannot explain myself enough
Confusion rendered me low
Yes so down low I cannot speak
My words are upside down
Just a made example of
To watch you cry and frown
Upside down & inside out
I’m a shallow shell of nothing
A shadow cast into the wind
Still running from something
Why me, why my, why is this so
Why must I have to endure
Reason like this I search & search
To find this madnesses cure
Circling back to that broken place
I cannot even explain
Where I went, or why I chose
To carry on this pain…

But here I am
Not really so
You can see that I am gone
Something must be stronger than me,

I’ve been acting all along
Are you confused looking at me
Wondering where my light is going
Puzzling reality to me as well
Who pretends to be the knowing
Off the edge, I slipped and fell
Into the black abyss
Confusion sets in, I can’t explain
My spirit feeling like this
Frazzled my nerves, my soul & mind,

The bridge is falling apart
Truth my be I’m still afraid
To show my open heart

The path I’ve chosen I hate with a passion,

I barely have survived
I won’t give up, or even surrender
Until my souls revived


~ J. Lefever ~

Something clicked, and took me back, I felt something deep inside…

This piece is my yesterday, and my present just the same.


©Think. Speak. Tryst. Publication




She didn’t speak
Not even a single word
The room became her stage

Mimicking the noise
Through her eyes
You can see her story

Leaving the pulse
Of the city behind
Reaching solitude somewhere else

Where the rain dances
And the wind sings
Things she never knew before

People are softer
Gentle are the gentlemen
Welcoming possibility in their voices

And through her eyes
She was a bit shy
Afraid to open her doors

Only in time
Does this fear begin to fade
Further was yesterdays damage

An aura of hope
Is her present charismatic way
Brilliant as she walks along

Walking the road
Which lead her this way
Standing before us in silence

She speaks

Once again
Only this time out loud
To tell her story through movement

She speaks

And we listen
To the truth she tells
Painting a picture of strength

She speaks

This time, and
She is heard
Each word becomes validated

She speaks

This is real
A life, a soul, a girl
It’s a lesson she is teaching
Lovingly speaking her verse

~ J. Lefever ~


 ©Think. Speak. Tryst. Publication

Daily Reflection on Trystღ (02/15/13)

Daily Reflection (02/15/13)



Nevermind… I’m not Sorry!!!


 Hey hey, happy Tryst peeps!! I know you are all sunshine and bubbles today because of, at least, two things: 1. It is finally Friday, and 2. It is post-love day and we are all still buzzing from our wonderful celebrations yesterday, whatever they were!! Right? Each day this week, I have been inching back towards myself, after I completely slid off the hill for a minute. Life throws lemons, right? And sometimes peaches and plums, and even pineapple and watermelons too!! I got hit with a pineapple and it was not full of positivity. Anyway, you all have been so great, hanging in there with me while I, dazed and slightly confused, try to get my Soulshine back and put some acceptance and comfort in my heart while I grieve the loss of my brother… and, ah. see… that’s not where I’m trying to go today, I’m sorry. I know I probably babble sometimes, and I’m sorry for that too, but writing always helps, so I just… write!


 OK. Stop the train!


This is my point, this is my lesson today, this is my reflection… Did you see what I did up there? In that paragraph? I was writing, then explaining, then justifying, then… apologizing!! (Shaking my head) Uh huh, NO MAMA!! Do not do this Tryst friends!! Do not apologize for who you are!!


 Today’s reflection is a good, important one. Do not apologize for who you are!!


 I cannot stress this enough!! First of all, this is my blog. Tryst is all mine. I own it. I am the author of it. I am the creator, the light, and the mastermind behind it. I love my community, so much!! Tryst wouldn’t be the same without all of you!! But it’s still my space to write and be me. So, no apologies here, just as all of you should always be proud of who you are and make no justifications for the things that make you you on your blogs, and in your lives too!!


 Always stand up tall. Each one of us is important and unique in our own ways, and we never need to say ‘Sorry’ for who we are!!


 Have a beautiful day!! ~ Jen


 Tryst Thought: Today, I am not sorry for who I am. I am proud of my self, my life, and the path that I am on.




  ©Think. Speak. Tryst. Publication