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Sunday, November 17, 2013

HUNTING AND PECKING FOR CLUES!






HUNTING AND PECKING FOR CLUES!
I have been searching for clues and information for some time, now—trying to get a handle on who I am at this point and where I am going.  Life seems to give us puzzles to solve.  Whether we realize it, or not, we are looking for answers in the everyday.
These signs are hidden in our day to day encounters, or found in something we are reading.  Perhaps, we may find hints of them with meditation, or in prayer.
Are we looking for our humanity, or trying to get in touch with our spiritual side?  Maybe we are pondering life’s mysteries as the clock ticks on.
Furthermore, are we scrutinizing our secret hearts to obtain the”key”?  When we find it, will it open the door to the next stages of our lives?  Of course, we hope it will be everything we dream it to be.
Human lives are so fragile.  All we really need are the basics, love, shelter, food, security, good health, and friends who wish us well.  Unfortunately, we forget this so easily, in the fantasies that we create or embrace.  As imperfect being we get distracted with multimedia and wanting more stuff; and I for one am guilty of the same behavior.
What do I want from the next chapter of my life?  For starters, I would like to stay more focused, to live in the now and make each day count.  I would like to be kinder and more thoughtful with my family and loved ones.  I would hope to be more generous and kind to strangers.
As we enter into the season of hope and love, we must try to stay focused and keep things simple.  It is so easy to get drawn into the crazy commercialized seasonal insanity that passes for the holiday and Christmas season.  The siren sound that merchandisers market to us with magazines and television ads that beckon to us, and we cannot get our wallets open fast enough.
I love to buy things for myself and others, unfortunately, it is addictive for me.  That is why I tend to frequent thrift stores.  But, I digress.  If you are like me, you have got to figure out a plan early, and shop early.  Then barricade yourself at home and listen to music and watch cooking shows.
This is an installment of sorts, in my pondering my life and life changes.  I hope that you got something out of my jumble of words.
Peace to you and yours!  I enclose a poem from the upcoming book: A Redhead Looks At 60.
Ciao!
Joan
Mind Maintenance
Can I have a little quietsy, please?
I need to hear what my body and mind
Are trying to tell me
And I can’t hear over your constant
Chatter and the hum of power tools

Just give me an hour or two of silence
Enough time for me to give myself
A brain root canal and get the sludge out
That’s slowing down my thought processes

Can I hear me now?

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

60, BUT, NOT READY TO BE PUT OUT TO PASTURE, YET!



60 But Not Ready For Pasture, Yet!

Well, that day has finally come, I’ve arrived at the dreaded number of 60.  I don’t feel any different, yet; however, I’ve felt myself being drawn to a new phase of my life for quite a while.  

There has been a lot of musing on my part about where my life is leading, especially with being out of work for the last 6 months with 2 surgeries, and another coming up in December.  As  have mentioned, I’m entering my bionic phase!

I do believe that most things happen for a reason, so perhaps I need to be still, or quiet more often.  This is not a one of my strong points!  Do you thing that the universe is sitting on me a bit to try to make me live in the “Now”?
That is food for thought.  Meanwhile, I am able to peck away at writing and to work on my crazy photo creations.  Wouldn’t that be a wonderful way to make a living?

I do miss seeing many of my friends.  Believe me, I do think of you all!  Peace be with you and yours and I hope we meet again! 

Have a wonderful week!  I leave you with a poem from the upcoming book; A Redhead Looks At 60.

Ciao!

Joan
Arise From Your Ashes


The dream is still alive and waiting

It waits for you to restore it to wholeness

And inhale life into the

Very lungs of hope, and

Deliver the kiss

To your sleeping beauty heart’s desire



The time has come to break into

The vault of your psyche and free

The urn of creativity thus turning

Life’s ashes into your personal vision

Come unearth your treasure

Stake your claim, rediscover your destiny

Saturday, September 28, 2013

THE ALMOST BIONIC WOMAN!


MY NEW BIONIC LOOK!

Well, you have to admit, it has it's possibilities!  Although, flesh can be more becoming.  

I have gone under the "knife", and have an improved shoulder.  Now, I have to behave for a few weeks--drat!  Oh, and then we'll do the other shoulder!

Honestly, it's for the best.  I can't keep trying to do "normal" stuff with a torn rotator cuff.  

But, I can use the left arm, and my right fingers--somewhat at first, then there will be improvement week by week.  I just want to do things for myself.  No stubbornness there!

Just so you know, I concocted this blog post pre-surgery.  I thought it would be fun to make bionic "me".

Blessings to all of my friends!  Time will pass quickly and I'll be back to "normal?", soon.

Ciao!

Joan

Loving the Stranger Within


So how do I come to accept and love

This somewhat changed  and

Rearranged self?



First, I have to spend some one on one time

With me and myself

Get to know the old/new girl

Learn what inspires her



Secondly, I must exercise self-love

No matter what—

It is still my body, my flesh

This is how I look and it’s fine



Sunday, September 22, 2013

Congratulations, Megan and Matt!


CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR WEDDING MEGAN AND MATT!

Today my cousin Megan weds the man of her dreams, and he weds the woman of his.  Here is there wedding poem, Cherish.

Have a marvelous day!

Joan


CHERISH
Here they are, two lovers
Serendipitously brought together by friends
She fell in love with Matt’s quirky sense of humor
And his steadfast loyalty and patience
He , in turn, loved Megan for her beauty,
Inside and out, for within radiated a kindness
That he had never experienced before

Today Megan and Matt begin the dance that joins man to woman
Before God, with loving friends and family surrounding
This day will they join hands and hearts with spoken vows,
Words that will weave them together into a tapestry of one
And seal that moment with the sweetest kiss
And a promise to love, and to cherish, forevermore
Then may their joy be shared as they face the congregation
For the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Colton
September 22, 2013

by, Joan Ellen Gage


Monday, September 16, 2013

I'm Falling Apart, and Other Stories!




STILL BROKEN?

Yes, it's true; I am still out of work.  What is up with that?, you ask.  Well, I still have significantly reduced mobility in my neck.  It is better, as it was 5% and is now 20-25%.

The exciting news is that I have a torn rotator cuff in my right shoulder.  I don't know how this happened.  I was doing a lot of upper body exercises and using giant rubber bands in PT.  The shoulder started to hurt more than usual.

Since I had a referral for the left shoulder over 2 years ago, I decided to have both shoulders looked at.  After all, I have time to do that.  Both shoulders have bone spurs--arthritis.  The right one turned out to have a tear.

So, I'm going to have surgery, and will be out the rest of the year.  I will stay positive, and hope for less painful shoulders, and more mobility, ultimately, in my neck.

The best part of having some time is I get to write and make crazy photos with Photoshop.  I have a new book nearing completion, and I'm trying to get it done before I lose most of my right arm usage.  It's going to be a  very close deadline.

Enjoy the  poem below from the new book, A Redhead Looks At 60.

Have a blessed day,

Love,

Joan
iamjellen1953@gmail.com




Future Vision


I want to live in a society

Where varicose veins rock

And flabby thighs are sexy

Where the more chins you have

The more you are admired



I want to live in a society

Where moving up a size is envied

And throngs of women want to know

How did you do that?



I want to live in a society

Where the deeper the lines on your face

The handsomer the women look

And the grayer your hair is

The more enlightened you appear



But mostly, I want to live

In a society, where kindness abounds

Where you are accepted, loved

And treasured as you grow older

This is what we all deserve

Let us not judge one another harshly

And be who we were born to be—awesome—pass it on!