#Jusjojan — Intentions

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My first entry for #jusjojan – I find it fascinating that this is 2020, just like hindsight is 20/20, and it’s always easier to look back and criticize than to look forward and dream. I do not make resolutions they are too confining and demanding for this stage of my life. Too negative. I set intentions, visualizations of the life I would like to live this year, and I plan. How will it all come about? We shall see … we shall see.

2020 Intentions

This year I intend to live my life Louder
To sing and laugh loudly and more often
To wear more hats and sparkly T-shirts

This year I will be awed
by the perfection of a single rose
and the beauty of a weed in the sidewalk

This year I will splash in more puddles
remember that life is better barefoot
and that music is the key to the soul

This year I will dance under the moon,
stare at the night sky, read poetry
and ponder the big questions

I will cherish tiny moments of perfection
look for everyday epiphanies
seek the sacred in the ordinary

I will take a step outside
and dance in the rain
to find the mystical in the mundane

Warning — Jenny Joseph

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Year

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For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday – our fitting final prompt for 2019 is “year.” Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “year.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

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Flash at Sunset

2019

It was a year both terrible and glorious
filled with tragedy and triumph
a year of great loss and equally great victory
and in between, it was filled
with the very core of spirituality
those stormy Mondays and rainy Saturdays
flowers, weeds, good soup and tea
and all the mundane and glorious details
of this epic fantasy we call life

My Cup Runneth Over — Ed Ames

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

The Goose is Getting Fat

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Winter is coming …. oh wait it’s already here, uhhhh Christmas, Christmas, that’s what’s coming. At this time of year, a lot of us need to hone our skills in the art of “suspension of disbelief.” So come along, journey back with me to 1897 and behold the answer to the ultimate question (hint it’s NOT 42).

DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’
Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?
VIRGINIA O’HANLON.
115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.

“VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge. Continue reading “The Goose is Getting Fat”

Windows in My Mind a Monday Window Challenge

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View from My Window

For Ludwig’s Monday Window Challenge. Do pop over for some excellent Christmassy windows.

Windows in My Mind

Like the sunbeams that break through
a window in the dense clouds
so a single happy thought
breaks through the window
of my mind, casting light
on the shadow of depression
and my heart begins to sing
once more

For all of us who suffer from varying degrees of Holiday depression

Lord Send that Morning – Evie

“Lord send that morning
with light so bright
it fills my soul with song
and I will look up to the heavens
and laughing I will say
‘I saw that morning coming all along.'”

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Spoonie Sunday – The Weather Outside is Frightful – Keeping Warm around the house

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Last week we had our first blizzard of the 19/20 winter season. Winds gusting at 65mph and temps in the single digits (fahrenheit) can make for some real challenges for spoonies. Many folks with autoimmune and/or chronic illness (myself included) are profoundly sensitive to cold weather. (OK, I’m actually profoundly sensitive to all weather, cold, hot, changing, you name it, but I digress.) Today I’m going to share a few things we do around the house to keep ourselves warm.

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digital pic from Pinterest by tailpic.com — every night of my life 🙂 Continue reading “Spoonie Sunday – The Weather Outside is Frightful – Keeping Warm around the house”

SoCS – The Key to Her Success

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For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “key.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

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Image by TeroVesalainen from Pixabay

The Key to Her Success

The skinny little wretch sat there on the barstool, mocking me.

“Oh the key to my dieting success? I just forget to eat sometimes.” She said it calmly while scarfing down an order of wings with blue cheese and one of those silly froo-froo cocktails with enough sugar to put someone like me into a coma.

I may have rolled my eyes just a little while she polished off the double order of grease and goo. I mean honestly, forget to eat? Really? Lady you gotta be some kind of stupid to forget to eat.

Now I’m in my 60’s, and I’ve forgotten a LOT of things. I’ve forgotten the budget report the day I was supposed to present it to the board of directors. I’ve forgotten my keys, forgotten where I parked my car (once when I was at home). I’ve forgotten my parents anniversary, I’ve forgotten my own anniversary. I’ve forgotten my children’s names, I’ve forgotten my purse, my phone, my bra (yeah let’s not dwell on that one). I’ve forgotten to unplug the iron, I’ve forgotten how the heck to open that stupid child-proof zip lock bag and had to get my grandson to help me. But never, ever, not once, have I forgotten to EAT.

“You don’t look bad honey, you should just get so busy you forget all about eating for awhile.”

I smiled my best Monalisa smile, snatched the last wing off the plate, chugged the last of my light beer and belched. “Sorry girlfriend, just won’t work.”

“Why ever not?”

“Eidetic memory.”

Skinny people, bah …. humbug.

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Thanksgiving

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For the second time in 12 years, I find myself NOT cooking dinner for 200+ people. No really, I made Thanksgiving dinner at an RV park we stayed at. Park bought the turkey, gravy, ham and potatoes. I shoveled stuff in and out of ovens, peeled, cooked and mashed 60 pounds of potatoes! Yeah, kind of glad that’s over with 😉 Last year we were in New Zealand where in February they celebrate Waitangi Day a national day of thanksgiving. Ahhhh the memories.

A special treat from the old memory archives

Happy Thanksgiving one and all ~JPP