A little kiss on the forehead….together forever.


There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.
Valentine’s Day makes me so sentimental. ♥

HJS&JJS

Now, what ever will I post on Valentine’s Day?!
Be Well,

A Winsome Journey…Yours and Mine.


A series of Journeys ~ Life.

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You will love, you will lose, you will encounter many circumstances and experiences, you will meet people, you will see things. Some of these experiences and people you will always remember, some you won’t forget fast enough. Some of these will teach you, some just warm your heart and soul. Do these happen by accident; no,I don’t think they do.

>Finding beauty in flowers and life.

Some hurdles or blessings you will experience alone, some will be shared with family, or with friends. Some of the people we meet become so ingrained in your soul, they become part of you, or they become a close friend (family).

>Finding beauty in flowers and life.

In life and through our journeys, we are similar, you and I; we stumble, we fall, we grow, and from all those experiences we learn. We learn who we are, we learn of our strengths and weaknesses; we find ourselves. We follow our dreams.

>Finding beauty in flowers and life.

I trudge along on this adventure of mine, where ever it may lead…I appreciate the adventure of having, working for, and living my dream, and with a lot of courage, a little creativity… some stick-to-itiveness I will move in the direction of my dreams.

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I am glad you blog, and that you visit and comment on mine.
As I read and envelope myself in your blogs, your writings, and photographs; it is a vast source of motivation, reassurance, and inspiration. I do not travel this path alone. I take strength and peace from your gentle kindness, your sincerity, and your generosity.

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Though we are all different we are very much the same, we put our hearts, faith, and souls into our dreams. We stumble and fall, we pick ours selves up dust ourselves off and begin where we left off…No matter how easy some folks make their journey appear,at the end of the day , we all just put one foot in front of the other… time and time again. We move forward – together and alone.

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Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you’ve imagined. As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler.
Henry David Thoreau

Be Well,
Jess

In Winter’s Cold Shadow…There is Gold.


I find that I am not as patient as I once was; sometimes, I feel as though I am attempting to strain the mud puddle rather than patiently waiting for the mud to settle and the water to clear….Do you ever feel as though you are treading water, when you should be swimming?
Feeling over whelmed, me? “Why”, I ask myself. I know there is no easy road, no magic bullet. I am well aware the frustration I feel is of my own making. . . yet as I concentrate so much energy on my objectives, my world, …stumbling through endless lists.
I have always had lists. That can’t be it; am I just getting older and grumpier? Is this what mid-life, what 50 feels like? If it is I don’t like it one bit. Is it just the solitude that winter brings? Could it be I just need to idle my motor, wait for things to happen as they should, when they should?
Or maybe, just maybe; I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these that let me savor a bad mood….until the afternoon sun turns it to gold.

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Mercedes’ shadow cast on the barn wall.

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Intent on supper…”oh, are you still there?”

Mercedes

Mercedes, always so graceful , never in the front, never pushy, or needing to be the first…always patient and full of grace. I want to be like her.

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Andy, is so frail; he did not have the benefit of his mother’s milk and nutrients pat the age of 2 months. I worry about him in the cold; he is wearing 2 polar fleece vest, a goose down vest, and a rain jacket with the arms cut off, ( all zipped up across his back) to protect him from the frigid temperatures. He sleeps, always, between KatDoll and Camille…they keep him warm.
I am going to have him gelded, so that he never has to leave them.

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Even the chickens head to the llama barn for warmth and protection.

The winter blues. How do you deal with this issue? Or is it not an issue for you? Where do you find your patience?

Be Well,
Jess

Wordless Wednesday…Spring Today Gone Tomorrow


Llamas Llove snow! (and dogs do too)

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winter run

Be Well,
Jess
ps,I just noticed I posted the same picture x2…uggh.

Here, Here!


2013

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min’,
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

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And here’s a hand, my trusty fierce,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine,
And we’ll tak’ a right guid willie-waught,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,

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We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
And surely ye’ll be your pint stowpt,
And surely I’ll be mine,
And we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
-Robert Burns

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Whatever you resolve to do,
On any New Year’s Day,
Resolve to yourself to be true
And live-the same old way

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I wish you Love,
I wish you cheer,
I wish you Peace
throughout the year!

Be Well,
Jess

Don’t be afraid of the darkness; Shine!


Stand Up! You must shine your light, follow your own path, and don’t worry about the darkness, that’s when the stars shine brightest.
LLaLLa
LlaLla, (Shangrala), I just love this girl!

Be Well,
Jess
It seems, I can post simple posts from my phone: hurrah!

…kick off your shoes and dance in the rain; ‘cuz there is no snow.


May peace be your gift for this Christmas and the blessing of the Almighty be with you and the world to help us all make this world a better place. To make it a Christmas day everyday of the year.

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May the spirit of Christmas bring you peace,
The gladness of Christmas give you hope,
The warmth of Christmas grant you love

I wish you JOY!

My computer is mostly broken; so I haven’t and I won’t be able to post for a bit…
Be Well.
Jess

Sharing a cup of comfort…


Do you feel it? The warmth of Christmas in the air; in your heart? It is in the chatter of children, as the excitement of gifts under the tree builds, it’s in the sweet smell of pine that fills the living room, it’s in mankind’s generosity, it’s in taste of a peppermint candy cane stirring your hot cocoa…yes, it is every where if you just take a moment to notice.

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It’s in the faith and hope that inspires us throughout the year. It’s in the shared Joy. A shared meal. or a meal given…We were on our way to NYC to bring Courtney to an appointment at the children’s transplant center at Mount Sinai Hospital. A trip interrupted; appointment was cancelled en route. (a clerical error, I won’t go into that, let it suffice to say, I was not happy, and her Momma?…well, you can imagine) We made the best of the day, driving to Rockefeller Center to see the festive windows, Christmas tree, and happy skaters (Courtney’s favorite part of the day). We ate our lunch at the Brooklyn Diner, She ordered a hot dog, when it arrived at the table we all had a good laugh. She ate about 2 bites of it, she wasn’t feeling too well.
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As we walked back to the car we passed a homeless young man with his dog, who donned a grey sweatshirt; sleeves rolled up over his paws, sitting on the side-walk, back to a tall NY, cold, stone building. As we passed, I overheard a bit of a conversation between this (boy really) and a concerned caring woman. “Have you eaten today?”, was all that I heard, I did not hear the answer. We looked at each other; Gina ( Courtney’s Mom, wondered if it would be ok to offer him Courtney’s uneaten Hotdog. We agreed, at least we could offer. Courtney and I walked over to the boy and his dog, and the girl awaiting a transplant to sustain her life; quietly handed the lonely boy her meal. She softly patted the massive dog’s head and walked back to her waiting Momma, not a word spoken; none needed.
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Have you felt the warmth of Christmas?

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The warmth of Christmas is felt in every act of kindness. I love Christmas.

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Be Well,
Jess

Let that little light of yours shine, shine, shine…


I have just one wish, or maybe we should call it a my hope; to matter, to make a difference.

You know what’s interesting? We all seem to be chasing something, don’t we? At this time of year,”The Holiday Season”; so many families are scrambling for the perfect gift. Maybe you have deep pockets; buying for the guy/girl who has everything. Maybe you have nothing, trying to bring a gift home for the child who has little to nothing, knowing you still have to feed her. I am willing t bet you the little girl who receives just one gift will cherish that gift more than the fella who has everything. I know, I was that girl.

I am searching; searching for the perfect gift for just such a child…I will buy two; one for a girl, and one for a boy. The Local Fire Department (my husband is a volunteer fire fighter)has an annual event; they use money collected from fundraisers, such as middle school dances to purchase new and lightly used toys for children…then they invite families(parents, to shop – for FREE! they can choose gifts they hope their little ones will love; even though they have no funds to purchase these. How awesome is that!

… I’m sure of only one thing. If you leave this world, this life; having touched just one person’s life, you have made a difference!

Live like you mean it.

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Andy and Dolly…always together…as I went out this morning to begin chores, this is how I saw them. He, my little Andy, Loves her endlessly.

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Camille, one of my older girls, past her breeding age, so she just lolls about looking pretty.

LaLa
Shangrala, I call her LaLa…always regal in appearance…always.

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Andy and Dolly, think they are missing something…racing up the hill; Princess seems to be hinking…Oh, no…here they come!

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Kick up your heels!

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This shot of Phantom is an optical illusion, this is really 2 llamas…Jubilee is just behind Phantom ( he is brown and cream)

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Gio…aah, Gio.

Life won’t work out exactly as we had planned, it just won’t. How did you envision your life when you were a child? No where in my childhood fantasy’s did I see myself on Llama farm in Upstate NY. Life does not work out the way you expect. But sometimes it works out even better.
So SHINE, Don’t stand in the light of your convictions? Shine?….it just means to go for what you believe in with all that you have…
Own it, be it, do it and then, when it is your time to exit — depart knowing that you truly lived and boy , did you Shine!

Be well,
Jess

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