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ODD JADE Chapbook

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Table of contents

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Out n About

Ode to my Sisterhoods

Part I. ODD JADE Introduction

Part II. Speaking Her Truth

Part III. A Most Odd ContraDictionary

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OUT n About 

ODD JADE was born out of despair but finished in wonder. 

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This chapbook deals with expressions and feelings that are

all related to standing out from the crowd. Knowingly being  

a different persona but that she, nevertheless, is courageously 

enough to explore her own path and mission in life. In doing 

so, she fundamentally needs to stay true to the nature of who

she really is, rather than turning into the version she 

believes society wants her to be. 

Odes to my Sisterhoods

My first ode spans a whole community, which is the community of *

the Creative Doer, created by Anna Lovind. I would also like to 

thank the most beautiful and wonderful creative souls in 

there, Shawna Jackson. Pamela Schultz Nybacka. 

Isabelle Lemay. This is the safest and most 

wonderful and beautiful community 

that I have ever encountered. * *

My second ode goes to my sisters in arms 

for their endless support and belief in my writing 

ability Susanna Zeller, Annelie Ohlson and Lisette Holmkvist.

And for accepting me for who I am with all my flaws and imperfections. 

My third ode goes to the teacher of my art class, Emma Philipson but also 

the participants Nadia Tolstoy and Velocity Hughes for pulling something 

out of me that I never knew existed. 

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This creative journey that I just happened to stumble upon almost 

two years ago and that now is my oxygen to this world, would  

not be possible without these exquisite female peers.  

I owe them my gratitude and respect for their beings 

and endless artistic creative flame. *

PART I. ODD JADE INTRODUCTION

ODDITIES odd·​i·​ty plural oddities| \ ˈä-də-tēs  \

Soul definition (entry 1 of 1)

1 : a series of unimaginable but rather odd and unlikely series of 

events that were created out of nothingness or emptiness, rather.

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ODD JADE \  ˈäd   ˈjād  \

ODD JADE is a down-to-earth

kind of a

girl. She is unique in the way she perceives

life, herself in it and the world around her.

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doesn’t follow any rules and may appear odd

to those who don’t really know her. She is

exceptional in persevering her own style

knowing exactly what she wants in life;

to spend time with her precious

family & to write. That is all

there is to it.

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And she had this

weird

habit of being herself all the

time.

That is why (not) everyone liked her.

She used to wear her oddities like she

carried all the burdens of the world on

her bare shoulders, but these days she,

rather, wears her oddities like she

wears a crown; gracefully and

with dignity.

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Instead of being ordinary,

she then became extraordinary

not necessarily because she was

but rather because she grew tired

of exhausting herself constantly

trying to fit in. She turned

into ODD JADE.

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She does, in fact, belong to another galaxy but, 

nevertheless, humanly embodied, full of heart 

and soul that macerate her time and again 

and yet she is still standing blissfully 

in awe of the world and all 

its wonders.

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She is a

mortal being with a soul that 

is here, on this Earth, this planet, in 

this lifetime, to watch, to learn, to observe, 

to grow and expand immensely. She is neither 

a human being, nor a sole soul. She is somewhere 

and somewhat in between and that is where the 

magic happens.

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She is a deep empath, 

which has plagued her most of 

her life but lately she has rekindled with 

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inner spark and lit that flame, hardly noticeable but 

yet vibrating and existing; a flame too wild to untame.

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She is a human being with a deep soul, a thinker, with a 

mind that is constantly processing everything she deals 

with, not only her own energies but those around her. 

It has been consuming her, however, lately, she has 

finally learned to use it as a motor to strive for 

her soul purpose and sole purpose; to be 

able to write and write truthfully 

with a full heart and soul.

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