Romance & Love; Its Not Always About Roses & Chocolates


Hello Readers,

As the ‘love’ holiday of Valentines approaches I can’t help but wonder about the many ways that a person can show love, romance and affection to another.

We all know that tried and true route of flowers, snuggles, jewelry, dinner dates, hand holding etc.  ( dont get me wrong all these are nice indeed).

Im not one for overly mooshy exhibits myself, however I know that for some it means a lot. I personaly, don’t contstantly need flowers, gifts, constant attention or validation from the one I love. In truth constant attention and hovering would make me a bit sick to my stomache :)!

Now don’t get me wrong I like it in small doses but not so much that a couple becomes so emeshed that they are no longer independent individuals… None of that attached at the hip shit for me…Thank you very much!

With that said I would like to touch base on the common everyday ways some people tend to express love
and caring.

Sometimes we get all caught up in the hype and miss the little things that prove the one we love does care.

The simple act of making a person breakfast is in and of itself an expression of love. Keeping a roof over my head, in my eyes is a huge way to show love. Supporting me in my endeavors is one of the most important ways to show me that your in my corner. None of these things comes in a little ring box, or a gift bag….these things come from the ♥! And it is those things I value the most.

In a world gone so material it is easy to see that many have loss loves true meanings…loves most basic notes. Let us not forget as Valentines approaches those most basic of loves notes…for even the most complicated of symphonies is composed of some basic notes!

I am happy to say I am very much in love and I appreciate the unflourished, and low key ways my boyfriend shows me he loves me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I wish you all luck and success in all of your relations.

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Writing is My Soul Food.


I write for many reasons; I’ve got a lot to say, I would go nuts if I couldn’t, the plethora of characters and story plots floating around in my head refuse to give me a moment of peace if I dont bring them to literary life, and most importantly writing feeds my soul.

In writing I find not only my own voice but the voices, aspirations, fears,  phobias, conundrums, hopes and dreams of my characters. By default when I do this I a am able to relate, emphasize, sometimes inspire,  and sympathize with those who read what I have written.

Writing is like a miracle medicine for me. No matter what I write, the very act of creative flow lifts me to a place in which the circumstances, the reality, outcomes, etc are of my own making. A very kathartic activity indeed!

In a world so full of things beyond our control I think creative writers find solace and positive energy flow when they immerse themselves in their art.

Writing has so many benefits… Benefits that you may not imagine. I have researched these benefits and I’ve included a few links below on this subject for your browsing pleasures.

Please feel free to share with us all what writing does for you personally. If your not a writer please share with us how reading feeds your soul and charges your mind and body.

http://m.psychologytoday.com/blog/trouble-in-mind/201304/creative-writing-and-your-brain

http://www.sparringmind.com/benefits-of-writing/

http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/4242456

Where Does The Time Go?


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Baby Love!!!

Baby Love!!!

NOW

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Where does the time go so quickly? It just tends to slip by us and before we realize what has occurred years have gone by!

It seems to me, that it was just yesterday that we all anxiously awaited the arrival of little Miss E.J., my grand daughter. How did it get to be that kindergarten is right around the corner, her vocabulary is immense, she has developed her own unique humor and her personality has claimed its own spot n this vast world?

I remember that new baby smell, and this little itty bitty human being I sometimes didn’t want to let go of when it was time for me to go home. Now… we have scraped knees, giggles, story reading, bug hunting, her own original ideas and fun walks of discovery!   

Being around this wonderful little girl…then and now, makes my heart sing with joy. I cannot put into words the emotions I feel when I am around her. She, E.J., makes my heart sing and my soul dance for joy!!!

I love, and will always love, each and every one of my own children…they have blessed me in ways they will never fathom; however, this grand baby love is something different, something I imagine every one would wish to experience someday.

My best friend, Nel, has recently experienced this shift in her world…twice, a grand son (to whom  am God Mother) and a grand daughter. I welcome her to the world of being a Nana and  look forward to many years of grand baby stories to share with her! 

The title of Nana J is something I value sincerely and I lovingly look ahead to many years of surprises and delights via my grand daughter and any future grand children I may be privileged to be Blessed with!

Where does the time go?

It stretches out behind us… never to be regained but our memories remain forever.

It flows out before us… never to be stopped but full of wonderful things to come!

 

 

Determined To Kick It.


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That sick feeling of paralyzing sadness, that feeling of a ton of bricks sitting on your chest. Even on the edge of great writing success and a wonderful future with great people in it I find myself depressed. I have no exact idea why or over what…it just is. It follows me around and just when I think I have outrun it I turn a corner and it slaps me in my face. Depression, much like addiction in my opinion, is insidious and sly— it lets you think you have beaten it and when you least expect it… it pulls you back under. Actually, I must say that years and years ago when I beat my addictions I found it easier than I find keeping depression at bay. I am generally a happy person, very energetic and upbeat. Shit, for the most part I am the one a lot of people turn to when they feel down! So when depression gets me I truly find it so hard to deal with because its not something I am used to feeling. Continue reading

INSPIRE YOURSELF


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The above photograph, which is also on my about me page,  http://about.me/jennjenn388, was a source of inspiration for me when I started to write the thoughts and musings in my head down on paper. Spiritually I am a Pagan and the elements are and always have been a constant inspiration for me. The above picture contains all the elements in perfect harmony; Air, earth, Fire, and Water. 

Air is represented quite simply by its very presence, we many not see it but it is there. Air lifts my mood, it cleanses my head, and refreshes my soul. Water, with its cleaning properties has always represented emotions to me; as our emotions ebb and flow so does water. flowing water is my favorite form that it takes…flowing water can carry things toward us and things away from us. Earth is represented in the photo by the green grass and the rocks that are scattered throughout…some of those rocks were at the front of the glacier push eons ago. Earth, as an element, represents steadfastness, growth, change, fertility and renewal as well as the cycle of life and death. Fire, its presence in the photo is represented by the shining sun that reflects of the surface of the water and beats down on the grass and trees. Fire , to me, represents the catalyst to change. It can be extremely destructive however form the destruction there can be rebirth and new growth. A volcanic eruption can destroy what lies in the path of its lava (fire), later and as time goes by new life will sprout and the cycle will continue. fire also offers warmth and protection and the hearth, where home fires reside, can be the heart of a home.

Inspiration comes in many forms, but today for me (and very often),  the elements represented in this wonderful and earthy photo are my INSPIRATION.

Blessing To You All

Giving, Not always easy…but I will Do It Anyway


In time I have begun to realize that the people whom hail you the most may very well be those that could not care less for what it is you do.

And with that said , my fellow bloggers, I ask this…Are there people in your life that should be there, however they are not? Are you in a situation where you give your all and find yourself still standing alone in a room full of people? Of course, we do not give to get…I understand that, but wouldn’t it be nice I,f for once, someone or anyone, for that matter, pulled their head out of their own ass long enough to give you a nod, a way to go kid, a good job, or even the most minute of forms of recognition? I am in no way the kind of person that does anything in life for the thrill of getting recognize but I sincerely have to admit when the people involved in my life, in the most intimate of levels, leave me hanging…it hurts!

Another question I pose to you, my fellow cyber writers what do you do…When suddenly a dream comes true for someone who has yet to do anything to foster your dream…not emotionally ,or  mentally; and they can do nothing but spend their time with you talking about it and preparing for it: 1. do you gently place your hands around their neck and choke the ever living life out of them, 2.do you pack your shit and run, or 3. You stand by their side and give them support you wish could have had?

I say number 3 folks, I say this because I am that kind of person, the kind that gives and whether or not anyone ever gives the same to me …I will still succeed. Some need the pat on the back, the attention to what it is they do , the constant reminder that they can do it…Me? I would just like us all to succeed and flourish.

In closing, I have come to believe there are two kinds of artistic people in the world…those that need to others to recognize them and those that would love to be recognized but it really doesn’t matter one God damned way or another because we shall do it anyway! And that is Ok, we are all different.

Please , forgive me if I sound bitchy in this post…for that is not my intention. I look not for sympathy, I look not for even empathy. My intention here is to say, and to say most emphatically, that the true gift in giving of yourself, is quite simply just that…GIVING OF YOUSELF. it isn’t always easy but in the end it is most rewarding of life’s experiences!!!