Some things are just worth revisiting…don’t you think?


Live your life so that the fear of death can never enter your heart. When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the morning light. Give thanks for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. And if perchance you see no reason for giving thanks, rest assured the fault is in yourself.

Chief Tecumseh, Shawnee Indian Chief

November 20, 2011

Sundays

I do believe, I have little writing to do this day…Craig Morgan’s song “That’s What I Love about Sunday” says everything…I love about Sundays.

Raymond’s in his Sunday best,
He’s usually up to his chest in oil an’ grease.
There’s the Martin’s walkin’ in,
With that mean little freckle-faced kid,
Who broke a window last week.
Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me.

That’s what I love about Sunday:
Sing along as the choir sways;
Every verse of Amazin’ Grace,
An’ then we shake the Preacher’s hand.
Go home, into your blue jeans;
Have some chicken an’ some baked beans.
Pick a back yard football team,
Not do much of anything:
That’s what I love about Sunday.

I stroll to the end of the drive,
Pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup.
It looks like Sally an’ Ron, finally tied the knot,
Well, it’s about time.
It’s 35 cents off a ground round,
Baby, cut that coupon out!

That’s what I love about Sunday:
Cat-napping on the porch swing;
You curled up next to me,
The smell of jasmine wakes us up.
Take a walk down a back road,
Tackle box and a cane pole;
Carve our names in that white oak,
steal a kiss as the sun fades,
That’s what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

Ooh, new believers gettin’ baptized,
Momma’s hands raised up high,
Havin’ a Hallelujah good time
A smile on everybody’s face.
That’s what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

That’s what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

<a href=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/044.jpg”><img class=”size-full wp-image-1364″ title=”044″ alt=”” src=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/044.jpg&#8221; height=”332″ width=”500″ /></a> “Joy is the feeling of grinning inside.” <a href=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/024.jpg”><img class=”size-full wp-image-1363″ title=”024″ alt=”” src=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/024.jpg&#8221; height=”752″ width=”500″ /></a> “Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.” -Mother Teresa <a href=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/julis-bday-weekend-11-139.jpg”><img class=”size-full wp-image-1369″ title=”Juli’s Bday weekend 11 139″ alt=”” src=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/julis-bday-weekend-11-139.jpg&#8221; height=”332″ width=”500″ /></a> “Joy does not simply happen to us. We have to choose joy and keep choosing it every day.” -Henri Nouwen <a href=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/julis-bday-weekend-11-087.jpg”><img class=”size-full wp-image-1368″ title=”Juli’s Bday weekend 11 087″ alt=”” src=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/julis-bday-weekend-11-087.jpg&#8221; height=”332″ width=”500″ /></a> “This is the true joy of life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one.” -George Bernard Shaw This my friends is the ~ rare, and elusive ~ idle Hubby…you may never have the opportunity to see him in a sitting position again, please enjoy. <a href=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/my-girls.jpg”><img class=”size-full wp-image-1370″ title=”MY GIRLS” alt=”” src=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/my-girls.jpg&#8221; height=”410″ width=”500″ /></a> To get joy, we must give it, and to keep joy, we must scatter it. -John Templeton My Girls! &lt;3 <a href=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/oh-boy.jpg”><img class=”size-full wp-image-1371″ title=”oh, boy” alt=”” src=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/oh-boy.jpg&#8221; height=”355″ width=”500″ /></a> “Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.” -Thich Nhat Hanh The Boys. <a href=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/common-lets-go-for-a-walk-andrew-and-miss-maeve1.jpg”><img class=”size-full wp-image-1366″ title=”common’ let’s go for a walk…Andrew and Miss Maeve…” alt=”” src=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/common-lets-go-for-a-walk-andrew-and-miss-maeve1.jpg&#8221; height=”420″ width=”451″ /></a> “Joy can be real only if people look upon their life as a service, and have a definite object in life outside themselves and their personal happiness.” -Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy <a href=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/down-a-country-road-046.jpg”><img class=”size-full wp-image-1358″ title=”down a country road 046″ alt=”” src=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/down-a-country-road-046.jpg&#8221; height=”332″ width=”500″ /></a> “And Joy is Everywhere; It is in the Earth’s green covering of grass; In the blue serenity of the Sky; In the reckless exuberance of Spring; In the severe abstinence of gray Winter; In the Living flesh that animates our bodily frame; In the perfect poise of the Human figure, noble and upright; In Living; In the exercise of all our powers; In the acquisition of Knowledge; in fighting evils…Joy is there Everywhere” -Rabindranath Tagore <a href=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/saturday-afternoon-river-clouds1.jpg”><img class=”size-full wp-image-1361″ title=”saturday afternoon river clouds” alt=”” src=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/saturday-afternoon-river-clouds1.jpg&#8221; height=”752″ width=”500″ /></a> “Since you get more joy out of giving joy to others, you should put a good deal of thought into the happiness that you are able to give.” -Eleanor Roosevelt <a href=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/saturday-afternoon-setting-glow1.jpg”><img class=”size-full wp-image-1362″ title=”Sunday afternoon setting glow” alt=”” src=”http://awinsomejourney.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/saturday-afternoon-setting-glow1.jpg&#8221; height=”297″ width=”500″ /></a> There may be no joy like lazing around on a Sunday afternoon, doing nothing in particular,…Enjoy your Sunday!

Be Well,
Jess

Courtney update…


I haven’t forgotten all of you…


“If I can see pain in your eyes then share with me your tears. If I can see joy in your eyes then share with me your smile.”
― Santosh Kalwar


Courtney
had a good night, she woke up this morning, wanting to eat (she has lost 44 lbs) She ate her breakfast; and kept it down. My sister,Gina is going to venture out to find Courtney some cream of tomato soup…which she woke up wanting this morning. Her chest tube is still in place, as is her IV. Waiting for conclusive test results, and the possibility of a liver transplant.

Keep her in your thoughts and prayers please.

I’m uncertain about what the day may hold as the hospital took on more patients from Bellevue Hospital (it was evacuated) yesterday. If anything changes, I will let you all know.

God is our comforter. In times of trial, anxiety, and struggles He is our comfort. May our hearts be open to comfort the sick, their family, the caregivers, those affected by Sandy, the defeated, the frustrated and those who need his LOVE.

The God of all comfort comes to us as we pray and seek Him with all of our heart. He is there.

The Comforter has come. “Praise be to G-d and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God”

Be well,
Jess

Prayer and Love…


Love and Prayer are all we have, the only way that each can help the other…

Courtney (read here) needs your prayers.

Love is a force more formidable than any other. Invisible; it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform any moment, and offer more joy and relief than we could ever imagine.

Thank you, and Be Well.
Jess

Babies are such a nice way to start people on showery days.


Showery day for a shower… it is good luck according to the old greek mythology. Good we are headed in the right direction then!

Such special memories that day. A Mom to be surrounded by friends and family that will love and support her and her baby boy through all life’s milestones. Her sister and Mom coordinated the bash. The decorations were adorable, the spirits were high. Cole got so many great things…I can’t wait to meet him.

So where did this shower thing come from?

Showers. The original intent was for women to share wisdom and lessons on the art of becoming a mother.There are gifts given to the expecting mother. It’s a very affectionate and fun-filled event for expecting mothers on the threshold of motherhood and entering a new life.

This description holds true, unless you are my [then] 5 year old daughter, a niece was having her first child, Drew. Jenni was excited to attend the shower, to see relatives and have cake. We were about 1/2 hour into the gift opening portion of the shower when Jenni leaned over and whispered in my ear, “When do we take a shower”? I barely stifled my laughter as I explained that the new Mom was being “showered” with gifts not water.

A family and friend reunion of sorts, with gifts for the new baby. She looked disappointed, and asked for cake.

I will leave you with this thought. Maybe she had a good point, why would baby needs a shower when it is in the middle of a 9 month long bath already. Wouldn’t it make more sense to give the baby a shower, you know when it’s born… when it is all messy? That’s when a baby could use a good shower.


I’d like to wish you, dear Cole…., to be kind, beautiful, clear of purpose and with lofty aims. Have a good life!


A baby is a gift not only to the parents but to the grandparents and close friends. I wish you to have as many gifts as possible, my friends


They say when you see a falling star it will bring you luck. I wish you, dear baby, a rain of falling stars.


Children are sun shines. Let the sun always shine for you and make you happy.

Shannon and Nick; just think of all the cool things that are coming in the future. First tattoo, first date, first day of school, first words, and first steps are all ahead of you. Well… hopefully not in that order though.

Be well, Let your life be sunny and bright!
Jess

nothing stays still for long..


Spring is here; it is officially the first day of Spring! we have been very busy here, tilling, planting early spring veggies, starting later season crops,herd health activities (wormings and such)… and the list goes on.
I always have plenty of help and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Here Andrew is thinking and then asking: “Jessica, what do you want to do now?”

We set out to follow a bee busily collecting pollen.

As we were very near the girl’s pasture,they wanted to know what we were doing…

From there; because a 4 year old will be a 4 year old, we filled a little pool for the ducks (yup, it was that warm, in NY in March).

As the afternoon progressed, we watched as Howie tilled up the garden, as only he can…

Tie up the stakes…they need to support our peas. Thank you.

My youngest sister, my personal Master Gardener, helps me set the onions, and wrestle chickens, that’s another story…

After a long, warm beautiful day…

Have you begun spring chores? Do you have any traditional spring rites?
Enjoy this glorious day, it is supposed to be near 80 here!
Be Well,
Jess

I write like I talk…


It is raining here while I am sharing my thoughts about about rain. I love rain. Its so refreshing..I love how the animals seem to look out into it from their cozy and dry hay beds; I love listening to it especially at night while I’m all warm and cosy in my bed…

This beautiful rainy night brings back so many thoughts and emotions. Of my childhood, of my children, of my siblings. Rain is grace.

summer rain drops…tears of joy are my sunbeams….
It is a proven fact, no really, if you go camping with young children it will rain, it will pour, the sky will crackle and the air will rumble. There will then be puddles, muddy, muddy puddles. Sopping wet sneakers and leaky tents. There will be 20 mile road trips to the nearest laundromat to dry sleeping bags, sneakers, jeans, and t-shirts; while the little ones sit wrapped in the only dry bath towels eating Happy Meals and half frozen Popsicles. There will be cozy story time, read by lantern while snuggled into our newly laundered sleeping bags. The smell of freshly scrubbed toddlers, zipped into their footy pajamas, tired from the lakeside air and the days activity.

Sitting on the front porches of childhood; still and contemplative as the rains came down. Sometimes it was calmer outside in the damp air, it was a refuge, a soggy blanket of solace. There was peace to be found out there alone in the dark, rain…singing it’s comforting lullaby; leaving the messy mud inside. I loved walking in the rain, no one knew I was crying. Healing rain. My brothers, sisters and I walked in the rain, with sacred tears, together we were messengers of overwhelming strength…and unspeakable love. Still.

Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
Roger Miller

And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.
Gilbert K. Chesterton

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“Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain”

An Ode to My Sisters…


Sisters, biologically speaking I have two older, two younger. Metaphorically speaking ~ I have many.

Sisters, a closeness, a bond that only sister get to experience. You love them dearly at times, disagree fiercely other times…Sisters annoy, interfere, and criticize. Indulge in epoch silent resentment, in fits of anger, in spiteful remarks. They borrow. They break.

But if a calamity should ensue, sisters are there. Defending you by any means available. They see you at your worst moments, your shining moments, and love you through all of them. She might be your partner in crime, your midnight confidant, someone who knows you, really knows you. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, sometimes even your therapist.

Sisters ~ We’ve fought, we’ve made up. We’ve laughed at jokes, until milk came out or nose, that no one else would understand. We’ve said some mean things to each other, yet we’ve defended and protected each other when others won’t. We did some of the strangest and perhaps silliest things together and there’s so many stories to be shared when we are together.

Some of my sisters, have a mutually shared passion, some a bond so close it may never be severed, even with all of the changes and shifts life brings. Some of us share secrets we will take to the grave and never tell another. Some have taught me about about life…quite often the hard way.

Sisters, we all have roles; roles we were sure we could have let go with the passing of childhood – the baby, the peacekeeper, the caretaker, the fixer…. It doesn’t seem to matter how much time has elapsed, how far apart we live, how much has happened in our lives… no matter what we choose to make of this, we are, if by fortune or fate, connected our whole lives long. It may seem, to the rest of the world, we are older and (maybe) wiser; but, to each other we are still the same girls who made perfume from weeds and berries, tried to save kittens (not so effectively), who “trimmed” her sister’s hair, walked with for miles so that she could see her boyfriend, protected from the thieves of innocence.. clambered through waste deep snow, suit case in hand… laughing all the way, yet by passing the snowmobile that could have been our saving grace…and later, helped each other through troubled marriages,relationships, and financial hardships.

Sisters; we know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share jokes. We remember quarrels and secrets, troubles and joys. We live outside the touch of time.

I think of sisters as flowers; all different, yet all beautiful.
Do you have “sister” stories, you would want to share? Subscribe, and post your thought…I’d love to read them.
Be well,
Jess