I’ve been waiting to write about Janne Robinson for a while now and haven’t ben able to find the words easily, and even just the time to read up on all that she has out in the world, or to figure out exactly what was bugging me about her. My beginning point was when S. texted me this majestic poem, as a mutual thing of inspiration, “I Am A Woman Of Distinction”, what an amazing poem. Imagine my disappointment to find that Janne is younger than me, skinner, and more out in the world. It took me five minutes to be competitive and miserable, and that was the space I held with her, about her, for the last weeks … (As G would say, “That’s how I know you are a girl…”)
After her poem I found her inspirational talk, and then her website, jannerobinson.com. I stayed curious and pushed myself to be more open, knowing that the space I was in was a small one, which means she is calling me to grow … Love this part, and I love that I can recognize that the negative feelings as a invitation to grow …
Another reason I find it difficult to recreate that joy-space I initially felt about her poem and who she is, is that I don’t live in that completely heart open space, and I believe that most of us do not … I know I’m always waiting for “it” to come, with myself and with others, and I’m waiting for “it” to happen from others … I try to live in a way that paves a path towards openness and connecting … S calls it changing people energetically, T might call it the expansive mind vs. limited mind spaces … Words aside, it’s a sacred inner space that I recognize when I’m in it, whether it’s here, or with people, my people.
So there were a few succession of things that happened when I found Janne:: I loved her poem, I loved loved loved her transparency, and I hated her for what felt like flaunting her advantage of physical beauty and skinniness as the first thing people notice about her. Within one hour I became a fan and non-fan … How dare she mix the two - being beautiful externally and inwardly? How can you promote authenticity when you are obviously so mainstream, and mainstream approves of you and your body … How can you talk about “inside out” when obviously there is no work to do externally. This is a wall that I created years ago and it has worked out for me spectacularly … Before I knew how important words, my words, were in creating any reality of mine …
Just like I learned that boycotting straight men isn’t helpful to this feminist, boycotting super skinny women doesn’t really help anyone either, especially from someone who is so transparent and real.
The rule has to be to stay curious, go beyond the difficult feelings. Lean in to that discomfort. And so the inner work became mine, as I read up on Janne, trying to find my own grounded voice …
There were many things that resonated for me from the beginning but where she got me ultimately was her article “This one’s for my skinny sisters”. That’s when I finally believed her, because she explained her whole inner process around her body … It’s only that kind of transparency that wins hearts over. Now my heart feels safe. Now I can acknowledge just how beautiful her transparency is, and how authentic her authenticity feels.
Other morsels for me that make her amazing, is knowing that she too learned from a life coach that the work has got to be from Inside Out. That the love source isn’t going to be about anything external, including body shape/size. And that kind of self love can only happen in one (this) moment when we have air, light, sight, movement, and maybe a piece of nature. Whatever the post thing is in this moment that’s where deep great love starts. That Kind of Small is the only way toward Bigger, External, Wider.
And so it comes as no surprise to me that Janne gravitated towards “The Sunshine Coast”, this beautiful West Coast. I love her “I take slabs of my heart and share them” …
I am careful around her dishing out advice as she speaks about her path, because I’m all too aware that people are hungry for answers, and that what worked for Janne may not work for us, in fact, I’m pretty sure that what worked for Janne can only work for Janne. We, meanwhile, need to do our own work, our own journeys, our own truths and answers. I do love that she is available for the conversation of our expansion …
Where I love her is her transparency about her path. She made decisions, she changed her thoughts. She had a spiritual guide (life coach). She took risks, she embraced vulnerability. She seemed to know that following anyone else’s path or some external grid would never work for her ….
And what I love most from her curvy life path is that things started happening for her that she could never have completely designed or controlled.
There’s the full beauty of being authentic and sticking with it … And why she’s such an inspiration to me.
Thank you, Janne.
I Am A Woman Of Distinction — You Will Feel Me When I Walk Into The Room
I am a woman of distinction.
Recklessly beautiful and untamed–my heart is splayed wide open for I not only trust the process, but I trust the force in which each one of my feet hits the ground and my ability to maneuver through the joys and grief I face each day.
I walk tall, taller than an old cypress tree because I am at home in my skin — my self worth lives in each nook and cranny of my spine.
It is not attached to exterior what have you’s like money, a piece of paper, a house, a car, this world approval, a ring or success.
My success is in presence.
I am present in the humans I stumble upon like heart beats at first light and in the night.
I salsa dance bare bummed with bronze skin and white cheeks — let the music sway and bend and dip my spirit with the grace of a dozen fire flies drunk on the Moon’s wine.
I am dripping in salt, browned from the sunshine, and barefoot in my beauty.
I am not afraid to tell you I am beautiful because I have done the work to be at home in my soul’s skin.
I do not shrink to accommodate the insecurities of those around me, but stand tall to remind them gently, why crouch?
My body may be a meat bag, a vessel for the magnificence I hold inside but I cherish each scar on my chin, each freckle, each voluptuous sun bleached curl, each inch of my breasts.
I walk with my head held high when I walk into a room because I know there is space for me in this world — however I may come.
I show this world my tears and my laughter, unashamed.
I know better than to try and fix or heal the suffering of this world.
I know that by healing my suffering, I heal this world.
I am a woman of distinction and I am not afraid to love you before you are ready.
I am not afraid to move faster or slower than the expectations we lay on vulnerability and opening.
I open at my will.
I open at the first drop of a breeze, at a smile from the man sitting with a green top hat that I pass in a taxi cab.
I open fearlessly and sweetly and ferociously with all the might I can for what good is living if we are not loving?
I am here to love and love I will.
I am a woman of distinction, and I am not a victim of circumstance — I feel when things are out of alignment and I move from them with as much grace as I enter.
I show up for this world.
I set boundaries with ease that honour me.
I understands that no is self love and everything after no is unworthiness.
I am worthy, darling — oh so deliciously worthy.
I am authentic as all hell and can taste bullshit from a mile away.
I spit out societal Koolaide laughing and write my own bible.
I ground — ground through movement, through dance, through the sea.
I drink the ocean for breakfast and kiss the red dirt for dessert.
I do not keep my freedom in a cage that requires six whiskies to be let loose.
I dance and shimmy and shake and love through my life.
I am a woman of distinction — you will feel me when I walk into the room.