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Thursday, February 6, 2014

POET OR NON-POET DO YOUR FEET SHOW IT?







PO-ETIC

Rhyme
Or not rhyme
Live on borrowed
Time.

Poet
Or non-poet
Do your feet
Show it?

Deadline
Or dead in
The water
Please define?

The vessel
Or your dream
Has shipwrecked
What a messel!

Hope you enjoyed this poem!  Have a fabulous day!

Ciao,

Joan


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Monday, January 20, 2014

INTRODUCING JOAN'S WORD PRESS BLOG: joanszoneblogalicious.wordpress.com




Hello Friends!

This is an update to introduce you to a second blog that I started yesterday.  It is a Wordpress blog, and the address is: joanszoneblogalicious.wordpress.com.
I'm calling it: A Redhead Blogs At 60.

As a writer, I feel that I need to get "out there" more effectively.  Having another blog site may or may not help, however I need to experiment.

Of course, I also trying to con myself into writing more.  This may work!

Also, it is Magnolia's 9th birthday, today.   hopefully there will be many more!

Peace,

Joan

Sunday, January 12, 2014

RESOLVING TO KEEP JOY IN YOUR HEART IN 2014

                                                                                                     Winter 2014
Welcome Friends!

Here we are again at the start of a new year. As we look ahead and wonder where 2014 will take us, we should take a personal inventory and remind ourselves of our inner goals.

As my journey into midlife has now stretched into my 60’s, I often reach out to other women in conversations regarding our experiences and expectations.  I find it wonderful to be in the camaraderie of women “of a certain age”.  We have much to teach each other.

Interestingly, I find that for me, personally, just talking about what I am going through and bouncing these roadblocks and annoyances off of friends is cathartic.  I do some of my best problem solving when I am telling a good friend about events in my life.  I don’t think that is unusual, but normal for womankind.  Somehow just verbalizing in this kind of situation, is enough to get the ball rolling toward a solution.

This past year has been a strange one for me.  I’ve been in a kind of limbo, as I have had surgeries, and have not worked.  I don’t like not having an income.  Earning a wage is a wonderful thing. Women often feel that if they are not one of the “bread winners” in the household, that they do not have equal power in some decisions.  Having one’s own money definitely lends itself to more freedoms.

So it’s a bit of a low ego/esteem problem at times.  As long as I can contribute in other ways to the household, that helps a lot.  Whether or now I return to work remains to be seen for a few months.

One of my goals this year is to lose a few pounds, (now there’s a New Year’s resolution that you never hear-hah!) so as of tomorrow, I am planning on restricting my diet for a while.  Additionally, I am going to get back at the writing.  I have a book that needs completing.

What I would really like to do is to get done with physical therapy and develop a schedule where I can find quiet time, meditate, and do the aforementioned writing, etc.

This year I want us all to believe in ourselves, give each of us the love and consideration that we all need, and resolve to keep joy in our hearts.  Remember that we are worth this and more!

Blessings and Happy New Year!  Here is a poem for us for New Years.
Ciao!

Joan


NEW YEAR’S PROMISE


I stood under the mistletoe
Alone, contemplating, nostalgic for
That romance we expect, that is deserved
And we know we are entitled to
At least that’s what we’ve been
Brought up to believe

And then it struck me
Is not the greatest love the love that we
Feel in our hearts for ourselves?
That accepting, self-forgiving love
We all deserve from within

Take a moment to feel that
To drink it in; it is not vanity
It is the knowledge that
We are safe, and that we trust
Ourselves to lead us to joy

Hold that in your heart
And never let it go
Welcome your new year
Be loved, be yourself
 

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