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October 28, 2013 Link

Taking Stock…The Things That Matter Most: my body…broke insideso no one can seebut i know now i will be finei’m…

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

my body…broke inside
so no one can see
but i know now i will be fine
i’m on my knees…finally me

i look to the Heavens
my arms spread open wide
sometimes Faith takes time
for those who are broke…inside

He see’s what others cannot
He accepts my faults from above
He takes my hand and leads me home
He sacrificed His Son to show His love

He is my refuge and my fortress
He is where my strength comes from
He protects me in the shadow of His wings
He cares for me, loves me
He forgives me again and again
He provides for the sparrows
and also for me and my boys
I am thankful
So very thankful
What a journey it has been
Climbing mountains so steep
Wandering in the vast wilderness
Desert dry as we sought an oasis
Mountains moved by Faith
Paths appearing where there seemed no way
Hope springing eternal
A fount of many blessings
Through it all we pray
Renewal in the final weeks
Walking through the valley
of the shadow of death
God’s promises are real
His covenants
He goes before you
He prepares the way
Fear not
Do not be ashamed
He will never leave you
Pray “Your will, not mine”
Be still
and know that He is God
The God of Moses
The God of Daniel
The God of David
Father of Jesus
He is our Father
in Heaven
He is there
He will heal your heart
Trust Him today

October 27, 2013
two months and a day since my husband died

Taking Stock…The Things That Matter Most: my body…broke insideso no one can seebut i know now i will be finei’m…

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July 8, 2013 Link

Looking For Wisdom: Tutorial: Homonyms, Homophones, Homographs, and Heteronymns (none of which have anything to do with sexual preference)

lookingforwisdom:

a dove is a bird that coos outside the window
dove means you went into the water head first

and speaking of coo, a coup is when
someone takes over a government by force
but a coupe is a car with just two doors
which you could drive to the farmer’s coop
to bring home some feed for the chicks in…

I’m smiling after meandering my way through this playful word repartee, not to be mistaken for playing Scrabble at a party. ~Janean

Looking For Wisdom: Tutorial: Homonyms, Homophones, Homographs, and Heteronymns (none of which have anything to do with sexual preference)

May 19, 2013 Link

I Dream of Lilac Time

This morning as Blue and I walked through the park I savored the scent of the lilacs. Their fragrance reminded me of a long ago art fair conversation, with a painting woman who has the same first name as mine. She told me she was named for the song, “Jeannine, I Dream of Lilac Time.” I found it years ago to listen to, but had forgotten. Rediscovered it today on YouTube, and listened again with a smile this morn. Ah yes. It’s lilac time.

I Dream of Lilac Time

January 25, 2013 Link

Here Lies the Remains of a Girl Who–Did What Now?: Put yourself back together.

autumndragonfly:

  • Sit quietly in a storm without an umbrella, without a word of complaint. Let the rain wash away every ounce of bitterness that has been used to write a eulogy on your skin.
  • You’re not dead.
  • Remember.
  • Drive down to the river. Drive down to where the industrial waste has not re-colored the…

I love the rain
Spring rains will come soon
Thunderstorms and gentle mists
I welcome both

I love walking in the woods
and on a gravel road
lined with trees on either side

I love resting
whether on a proper bench
or plopping on the ground

I love the river
especially Grandpa’s river
the mighty Mississippi
standing atop his bluff
looking o’er her curving path
there I can breathe

I love to smile
and often do
a gentle curve of lips
or crooked at the corner
a flash of teeth and quick laugh
full wattage mega kind too
the best ones reach my eyes

I love the rain
I walk my dog without an umbrella
wearing rain boots with peacocks
splashing through puddles
with a grin
laughing at my prancing pup

I am not dead. I am here. Thank you, God, for these simple things and the ability to find joy in quiet moments such as these. Thank you for family and friends, and the powerful prayers of Your people who are lifting up my cancer fighting husband and me and our boys asking for the strength and courage we need to weather this vicious storm. We are thankful, humbled and oh, so very blessed. Hope bubbles fresh anew each day. Your love will see us through. ~Janean

January 25, 2013

Here Lies the Remains of a Girl Who–Did What Now?: Put yourself back together.

November 3, 2012 Link

Turquoise Tangles: fall back

turquoisetangle:

fall back
into my strength
lean on me

fall back
into my waiting arms
I will hold you

fall back
into memories
of times gone by
and remember

fall back
on family and friends
when darkness
is all you can see

fall back
into the love and light
that encircles you

fall back
to be propped up
…

I wrote this poem, “fall back” a year ago. Same thoughts still apply. It’s been a helluva year. Never woulda made it through without the hugs, friendships, faith and love that abounds. ~ Janean

November 3, 2012
Turquoise Tangles: fall back

January 18, 2012 Link

Taking Stock…The Things That Matter Most: when the words do not flow and the story just doesn’t grow sometimes…

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

when the words do not flow

and the story just doesn’t grow

sometimes you have to take a step back

to find the inspiration you lack

stop writing and smell the roses

all the beauty at the tips of our noses

take a good look around

at all the poetry to be found

the flowers and fields and the…

This seems to be the place I’m in right now. The soaking up real life and contemplating it later in rare quiet moments, like this one, when my whole house is sleeping, and I probably should be too. ~ Janean

Taking Stock…The Things That Matter Most: when the words do not flow and the story just doesn’t grow sometimes…

January 12, 2012 Link

A Clarity of Conscious: Live…

aclarityofconscious:

2012 resolutions

Live every minute,
But watch for the moment,
The oft overlooked and insignificant moment,
when God whispers.

The still, soft voice,
When you least expect it,
Telling you He has not forgotten,
And is still very much by your side.

Live every minute,
with no thought for the…

I love this poem and the man who wrote it. He is still surprising me, in wonderful ways, even twenty plus year after meeting and marrying him. 2012 feels hopeful. So thankful for that. 

A Clarity of Conscious: Live…

December 28, 2011 Link

Taking Stock…The Things That Matter Most: why are we all writing about writing when reading is the key to be a…

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

why are we all writing about writing

when reading is the key

to be a better writer

it’s not what you write but what you see

i’m no expert to be sure

but how you read makes a difference

how the words sound

how they keep cadence and rhythm

don’t just read the next time you pick up Poe

learn

Good advice. Does reading my Tumblr dashboard count? Hope so! Though I do have a trip to the library planned for later today, to pick up a book on hold. It’s waiting behind the desk, just for me. It’s a light and fluffy one, with more laughs than fright. I can’t read Edgar Allan Poe or Stephen King. Nightmares. However, for most of my life I’ve thought The Ultimate Book would be a collection of Poe illustrated by Van Gogh. They just seem to go together. However, their time on Earth didn’t overlap, as Poe died three and a half years before Van Gogh was born. 

Taking Stock…The Things That Matter Most: why are we all writing about writing when reading is the key to be a…