Thank you, bluesandbarebones. I am sorry I am so late in replying… Once I turned 40, and received an iphone for a birthday present, I’ve been Tumblin’ from there more than my lap top, and as great as the phone ap is, I don’t have a little red flag when I have message there, like I do on my computer. Thankfully, once we banished the new toaster, and replaced it with the old one, no more burned toast. Merry Christmas to you and yours! Christmas Eve is a busy day and night for Mamas everywhere. I’m thankful for some quiet contemplation time now. I won’t get more until Monday morning most likely. ~ Janean
Month: December 2011
Amazing Grace
My oldest son is practicing Amazing Grace on his violin.
The music floats to me, standing in the kitchen, from the living room.
He’s playing it on a repeating loop this morning at home, before he plays it in a few hours time at his great grandma’s funeral.
My father brought the music over on Sunday afternoon and they worked on it together.
I get a lump in my throat every time I hear it.
Every time.
Sometimes tears leak out.
I can’t help it.
It’s the music.
It’s the words.
It’s everything.
Amazing Grace.
God’s Grace.
We’re so undeserving.
But He gave it anyway.
And the song begins playing again, as if on cue.
© 2011 Turquoise Tangles
yeah, when she said that to me i felt unworthy or something, but it made me happy. and your writing is inspiring [: everyone on tumblr is inspiring really.
Happy is good. So is inspiring. 🙂 (Thank you.) I agree completely about Tumblr, I wish I could read every word written and shared but I can’t begin to keep up and do my own writing as well. Trying to find the balance. In everything. Merry Christmas! ~ Janean
Turquoise Tangles is the name I gave my PowerPoint that I made to convince my guardians to let me dye my hair turquoise :o
Fun to know you titled your presentation, “Turquoise Tangles”. It felt sort of random when I named my My Opera blog that in late March, but the more I thought about it, the more right it felt. So, did you get permission to dye your hair turquoise?! Inquiring minds want to know. *I’ve thought about it myself, but think I’ll make it as art instead.* 😉
put a bunch of writers together in one space
on the internet
things are bound to happen.
Roses are arranged.
Dishes are done.
Laundry is mostly done too.
Now to shorten some slacks I’ll be wearing in a few moments time…and iron my boys dress clothes.
It is A Domestic Goddess Kind Of Day here.
Kind of nice to sink into home and care for my family.
I needed A Day Like Today.
(And A Rose Bouquet, which makes An Ordinary Day Feel Special.)
~ Janean
I love Clearance Roses.
$4.99 for a dozen.
Gotta love Grocery Store Flowers.
I do, anyway.
I order water to drink at restaurants too.
Yes, I am A Cheap Date.
Preferring Matinee Movies too.
Because I’m frugal like that.
The Girl Soul: Things we have lost…
our twisted realities
our broken picture frames
our lives randomly moving
through time’s universe
is an endless game
like a far away star
we are in the crowd of
others like us
floating unknowingly
through the infinite desert
of paradoxes
we say we know science
we say we are artists
and we claim we…
I bought these flowers last night at the grocery store.
A dozen yellow roses, clearance priced for $4.99.
The sticker says, “High & Exotic”.
Not sure what THAT means, but they are cheerful and fragrant and make me smile.
Even though I have yet to properly arrange them.
Even though the best I could do last night when I got home from the store at 9:15 p.m. was put ‘em in water.
Literally, stuck ‘em in a vase, just for now.
Will arrange them soon to enjoy them fully.
Until the blooms fade.
And the beauty of the bouquet ends.
For $4.99 I couldn’t leave ‘em at the store.
Yellow roses.
The color for Friendship.
Or simply the color of sunshine on a gray winter’s day.
I love having fresh flowers in the house.
Thankful they go on sale often enough that I can splurge every now and then.
And that my husband stopped alternately asking, “Who are the flowers from?” OR, “What are the flowers for?”
Once he figured out it was just me, being me.
Just because.
I love flowers.
a good friend
A good friend can see through your makeup and pasted on smile and say with love and compassion, “You look tired.” Then she hugs you, because she knows it’ll help soothe your weary spirit, even if only for that fleeting moment. I am thankful for my friends. Now, more than ever.
Reflections from the hallway at school yesterday, as my friend and I rounded up our children, and their stuff, at quarter to three, on the last day of school before Christmas vacation. I came home, happily sent my children off for supper with their grandparents and took a long winter’s nap. Well, an hour or so, but much needed and appreciated, when I awoke, groggy but more rested, than when I first lay down.
Turquoise Tangles 