Author Archives: Jayne Holiday

Tumbling Dice

     The day I got home from my first Vipassana meditation course,  I put away my mala, all my books on Buddhism, stopped my daily recitations, prostrations and chanting.  I went to the course as a devout Buddhist and came out agnostic.  The absolute perfection of this is Vipassana is one of the 40 meditation…

You Gotta Let That Girl Boogy Woogy

     “What causes you to be trapped is what we call personal importance. Personal importance, or taking things personally, is the maximum expression of selfishness because we make the assumption that everything is about “me.”  During the period of our education or our domestication, we learn to take everything personally.  We think we are…

A God Among Dogs

     Yesterday I had to take my dog to be put to sleep. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done. There was a whole deeper meaning to the situation that made it all the more difficult. Thor was the sixteen-year-old dog of my soon-to-be ex-husband, Mark. The sorry story is…

Rebel with a Pause

     Whenever I’m in public I automatically recoil when I see someone I think I know.  If I'm in a grocery store I'll back up with my basket and go the other way, at a bar I'll become overly interested in the conversation I'm having with whomever, at a restaurant I'll stare hard into…

A Sean’s Song

This is a journal entry I wrote March 30, 2009.  I found this in my computer today and had completely forgotten I had ever written it…  I had just broken up with someone who I thought was the love of my life a few weeks before I wrote this.  The “love of my life” is…

A Sean’s Song Part 2

     So what happened with Sean?  I went to see him in Seattle and he met me at the airport with a single red rose.  Cheesy yes, but I loved it.  He is so tall and just hot he could have done just about anything and I would have thought it was great!  He…

So, You Think You Know Someone and…

     My very old Mac was slowing dying, so before the inevitable crash, I bought a new one a couple of months ago.   During the  files transfer, Word for Mac got corrupted, so I now use Pages, which I think sucks mainly because I don’t know how to use it and it’s not…

My Dumb Time in Hammond, Louisiana

This is a short story I wrote about a very real and very dumb incident that happened to me about 4 years ago.  Enjoy!   A strange series of events introduced me to a friend, Carlos, who was a Santero, voodoo priest, witch doctor, whatever you want to call him.  We’d been friends for years…

Don’t Tell Me You Love Me

  How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I…

“Hey, baby, que paso? Thought I was your only vato…” Texas Tornados

  I’ve always found it really strange that every escort I now know is either married, engaged or in some kind of dating situation.  At the time of this writing, I am the only single escort I know. Right now, I have two friends who are married, one who has a live-in boyfriend and another…