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The 29-Day Inner Peace Experience with Joan Gregerson

What can we do to advance world peace? We can learn how to manage our own inner peace. We can learn. We can teach!

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Video: About the book “Tuning In to Inner Peace”

What was your first thought today? How are you feeling right now? I lived the first 40-some years of my life stressed out, then learned a new way to live. This is why I wrote the book “Tuning In to Inner Peace: The Surprisingly Fun Way to Transform Your Life”.

Join me as I talk about the book and why I’m passionate about sharing the message that we can all learn how to be peaceful, powerful people.

Poem: I Love Summer


Morning music
Birds rapping
Flip flops flapping
Wake up sweating
These are the days
I dreamed about
All winter
I love summer

Trees packed to the gills with leaves and fruit
Gardens bursting and heavy
Green so fat it obscures my view
I love summer

Sip a tall glass of water
With ice
And a slice of lemon
Pick out a big watermelon
Slice it in half
Eat it with a spoon
Finish it off by noon
I love summer

The sun is the king
The king is the sun
Afternoon so hot
No getting something done
Just sleep somewhere cool
Sit by the pool
No need for a plan
Just let the sun make me tan
Head for the hills
Or jump in a lake
Lay down in the park
Wait for dark

At night
The day starts anew
Now anything
I can do
Ride my bike in the dark
Stroll in the park
Cook and clean
Jump on the trampoline
Go dancing
Go camping
Write a book
Write a song
Stay up late
Flop in bed
Feeling strong

I love summer

About the poem:
This past winter was hard for me. My body wasn’t really up on the whole -5F living so it took some effort to manage. But now, when it’s up to 90F and all I gotta do is sweat, scale back my to do list, and spend more time by the pool, I can handle that! I love summer! How about you?

Poem: Independence Day


To walk past
The crap-o-the-day
Nutritionless doodoo
Masquerading in colors
Of the holiday
To walk on by
To walk this way
Without stopping to buy
Without stopping to pay
That’s independence
Let freedom ring

About the poem:
I’m not sure how red, white and blue cupcakes relates to celebrating our forefathers’ determination to overthrow their unfair masters and take control of their lives. But I’ve fallen for it in the past, many a time. And every holiday, it’s different colors, same game.

I always feel better when I walk on by.



Joan Gregerson: Favors tax increase to help improve environment – Longmont Times-Call

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Poem: Just Go Home and Eat


Don’t drive through
The red and yellow
Plastic craptastic
Deep fried
Special sauce
Ain’t no path to Oz
You won’t find happy
In a Happy Meal
Is something real
Move your feet
Just go home and eat

Don’t stand in line
Rehearsing your order
Grande crappucino
Half-caff, full mental
What you hunger for
You won’t find there
You don’t need a treat
Just go home and eat

Don’t eat that sugary shit
Addictive additives
You don’t need a sweet
Just go home and eat

The food you already bought
Don’t neglect
Don’t let it rot
Slice that watermelon
Dig in
Let the juice drip down your chin

Don’t wander the aisles
Haunted, craving
Don’t be seduced
By advertising smiles
Go back to your yard
Snip a piece of chard
Pick an apple from the tree
Watch the clouds
Slow down and be

Food ain’t here
To entertain you and excite you
It’s here to sustain you
Thus delight you
Relight you,
Your eyes brighten
The weight on your shoulders

Just go home and eat

About the poem:
I have to tell myself all this every day. Every frickin day.

Yesterday, I was parked and planning to buy a coffee and sandwich. I paused and told myself nearly this entire story and then instead of going in, I left. I just went home and ate. It felt nourishing on many, many levels.

How many of our current challenges are due to our reluctance to just go home and eat? Did you know that in Colorado 2-3% of our food purchases are local and yet we export food. Huh? We can make a big change simply by choosing our food more carefully. And for the most part, that means that we buy local and just eat at home, more. It’s a huge act of care: self-care and care for the planet.



Poem: Diligence


Diligence, intelligence, brilliance
Scouring each strand of time
Burying myself alive

About the poem:
This morning I stopped on my way back from Denver near Niwot. A bull sat and a dozen horses strolled lazily, while this ladybug in this thistle was on a mission. Eating aphids? But together, the ladybug and thistle were this amazing in-sync proof of beauty.

I used to assess the day and comment on the good and bad, but didn’t take responsibility for making it so. It takes effort to accept reality fully, to feel one with all and find beauty in each moment. But it’s so worth the diligence.


Poem: Kids aren’t stupid, you know

“Kids aren’t stupid, you know,” he said.

They notice what’s happening to the earth
And they’re not impressed
With our mad skills
Of protecting jobs rather than air and water
Of being polite rather than being wise
Of being political rather than being brave
Our mad skills

Kids aren’t stupid, you know
They’re not afraid to say it’s not okay
To create pollution and toxic chemicals
To destroy nature in the pursuit of money

They’re not afraid to say it
But we are

Kids aren’t stupid, you know
They see right through our bluff
Right through our plans and rationalizing

And they’re not afraid to say so
But we are

Kids aren’t stupid, you know


Poem: Delicate and Green


Delicate and green
In the breeze
The tree that dances hula

Delicate and green
Balcony garden
Kale, parsley, and rosemary
Ready for me

About the poem:
Yesterday, I worked from home and it was so sweet to look out to my balcony and see the trees in full bloom swaying. And when I wanted a snack, I just went a’grazing with a leaf here or there of basil, kale, rosemary or a snip of parsley. Mini-salad but walkthrough, rather than drivethrough.  Such a contrast to the months of cold weather and bare trees!

How’s your garden growing?

Poem: Lean


I don’t lean to the left
I don’t lean to the right
I just lean
Into the light

About the poem:

This is a picture of my sweet little herbs on my balcony, leaning to catch the light. How does your garden grow? Please tell me!

I’ve been working on the development of our new environmental group (Sustainable Revolution Longmont) and trying to stay solidly in defense and nurturing of the planet, and out of the battleground of politics. I’ll let you know how that all works out!


Poem: Need Any Help?


Hey, are you okay?
Do you need a hand or a hug?
I’m here, my dear
Looks like you’re doing fine
But sweetie of mine
If that changes
Feel free to say
If you need any help
I’m here

About the poem:
Is this the most heartmelting scene! Grandpa is teaching his granddaughter to fish. This is a photo sent from my friend in Korea.

“Do you need any help?” This is a key sentence to use often. It fits right between not helping at all, and assuming someone needs your assistance and thus helping without asking. We codependents usually get into trouble when we insist on doing something to ‘fix’ someone else’s life, before asking if they even want our assistance. After ‘helping’ someone who didn’t want us to in the beginning, they usually don’t appreciate the intrusion, and we feel unappreciated, then resentful.

This simple sentence keeps us on track, helping where our help is wanted, and butting out when it’s not. Easy peezy.