“What day is it?” Wordless (sorta) Wednesday

“What day is it?”
“It’s Wednesday, and the sky is blue,
and I have nothing else to do,
I sometimes wonder if it’s true
That who is what and what is who.”
– Winnie-the-Pooh” (sorta)
― A.A. Milne

“How do you spell ‘love’?” – Piglet
“You don’t spell it…you feel it.” – Pooh”
― A.A. Milne

“The things that make me different are the things that make me.”

“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.

“His dress told her nothing, but his face told her things which she was glad to know.”

Quotations are handy thing to have about, saving one the trouble of thinking for oneself, always a laborious business…clearly. Oh, but I do love Pooh.
Be well, Jess

life is delicately balanced, but the scales never evenly hung…

Have you ever been so busy, you had to remember to breathe…(or blog?)

On a messy childhood. Stay focused on staying busy. Courage, determination, pride…that’s what little girls are made of.
I survive as I always have…I survived by keeping my emotions in check – by maintaining my composure and tucking it all away. I managed to stay under the radar, skating through without anyone truly remembering I was here….oh, to stand out would have been unthinkable. Life in my world, was designed to stay busy, less time to dwell…You can’t control what you, as a child are not responsible for…so you carry on, life carries on. I guess you just don’t pay attention. I think you’re too busy attempting to fade…until one day, you realize; I don’t need to hide, I don’t need to keep my head down. I have survived! My husband and children are awesome; my life full of hope and love. Our family has been blessed with a beautifully perfect baby girl; my Step-Son and his beautiful wife are all doing fantastic. A new baby is like the beginning of all things-wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities.

Sometimes”, said Pooh, “the smallest things take up the most room in your heart”

Our hearts are full, perhaps with whatever we choose to put in them…I choose joy!
Be Well,

A month of thanksgiving ~ Day 18

November 18, 2011

My Thoughtful Spot

Do you have a place in your home, that you automatically gravitate to when you have to think, relax, work, or create? Mine is in the corner of my kitchen, right beside the wood stove…cozy, cozy, cozy…(in the warmer months, it is in the swing under the “gum drop” Maple tree).

I have a big over sized upholstered wing chairs and a rocking love-seat… in my kitchen, yes, you heard me right. My kitchen space is quite large,(22×24) and we spend a significant amount of time there. So, it makes sense for us..err, for me. I am always grateful to have a moment to grab a cuppa, dogs at my feet ( or on my feet, if you are Lexi), paper in hand, or a good book, or the computer, knitting needles..what ever..it really doesn’t matter…when I am not out with the animals; this is where I’ll be. Wish you could join me there…:)

My Thoughtful Spot in cooler months and rainy days...

My thoughtful spot in warmer months, right now it's white and shivery...

How could I speak of a thoughtful spot without including Pooh? I am a bit of a Pooh fanatic, you see.

Winnie the Pooh's Thoughtful Spot is a place where Pooh thinks. It's made up of a sign saying Pooh's Thoughtful Spot, and a log. Pooh went there in Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day. When he just sat down, Gopher popped up and told Pooh that it was "Windsday." Often when Pooh visits his Thoughtful Spot, he sits down, taps his head, closes one eye, and says, "Think, think, think." That is a sign that he is thinking hard.

Be well, I am so grateful for even the small things…

A month of thanksgiving ~ Day 14

November 14,2011

Pooh Bear

I know it may seem a bit odd to be grateful for a fictional honey stuffed bear; but I am.

The writings of A.A. Milne brought countless hours of snuggles, comfort, and, at times eased the grief of a troubled day for any one of my children. He was always a favorite bedtime read. I still have a copy of now we are six from my childhood; I am certain it will be read to my grandchildren as often (when I have some). Reading any Pooh story, is like comfort food for my soul. I will always cherish times spent snuggled on the side of my child’s bed reading as they wriggled down into their covers, all freshly bathed and smelling delightfully sweet from the Mr. Bubbles bubble bath. My children were incredibly active, so the quiet times, were bliss. As the holiday season approaches, I am always thinking of ideas for their “Stockings”…I think I will add a fresh copy of their favorite A.A. Milne book this year. Besides being a very lovable bear adored by children, Pooh’s clear-eyed wisdom may appeal to the hearts of my adult children. Maybe, a J.Herriot book as well…another favorite (Warm and Joyful Tales by the Author of All Creatures Great and Small)…

When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six,
I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.
The End

Jenn and Juli snuggling at Gramma's after a swim...

Justin, Julianne..with Jennifer ~ brandy new.

My little hula girl...19 years ago. My Hula Girl…19 years ago.

I am not certain, but I am fairly sure, they were warm enough....

Jenn ~ 3rd grade

My how they’ve changed…selecting these pictures made me realize…I need to digitize a LOT more pictures.folks in general

As with most children and folks in general…patience is key: If the person you are talking to doesn’t appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.
— Pooh’s Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne

(I finally found the “before” pictures of the house) …tomorrow’s post.

Be Well,