Fabric of Life

Brambleton Threads has a really cool project happening at another blog that i honestly envy… i have not been able to pick up fabric and thread for Oh! So long… (somewhere in this blogging mess I have some of my quilt pieces posted.)


Click on the above link to see helium. I love it!! Go! Do it! Show her some love… 💙


< em>Enchanted Beach with Three Fluid Graces Dali Museum St Petersburg FL

Clearwater Beach today. The fog has lifted as I am listening to Tori Amos Climb and Twilight Sad Don’t Look at Me. And thank you to RayNotBradbury!! Go visit her blog too!

My plans are to visit Frenchy’s Rockaway Grill and Frenchy’s Salt Water Cafe. Tropical drinks at Clearwater Beach… a bittersweet day in Indian Rocks Beach.

I dont do drugs. I am drugs. Dali


Teeth. Dig In.

Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing. Dali

Plans change. We say one thing and do another. Does that make us hypocrites? Liars? We strive and fail. Damned fools? Or simply tired?

Today, there are no planned adventures until after 2pm (US Eastern Time), where upon we will venture out to St. Petersburg to visit the largest collection of Salvador Dali’s art, outside of Spain.

I don’t do drugs. I am drugs. Dali

Yesterday was a visit to see my Aunt Jeani, Uncle Don, and first, second and now third cousins, in Venice FL. We have not seen each other in 43 years. Last time we visited my cousin Stevie was 12, Tammi 6. My aunt and uncle struck oil in the 1960’s, on their farm in Illinois, and the family took off for California, finally settling in Florida, where they set-up a halfway house for homeless and drug abusers. My aunt and uncle have saved countless people from themselves. And now Tammi is ordained and carries on the halfway home. Some of the patients end back on the street, but those who are determined, find new life, and a reason to live. We had lots to celebrate over a wonderful meal.

What is our life calling? To save ourselves or find life’s oft hidden truths saving others?

Visiting often means reminiscing. My cousin Tammy told us as kids her and Stevie and Sherry would fill buckets full of shark teeth at Venice’s beaches. With hugs and kisses goodbye, after a too short of a visit, our family headed to Caspersan Beach to search for shark teeth.

Our arrival greeted us with a painted shoreline lined with eager seekers. Not a gold rush but a rush to unearth something that is now rarer to find. A storied shark tooth. Every one with me gave up rather quickly, except my oldest daughter.

There was no guarantee her or I would find a tooth. In all those grains of sand, time passes, and often hope of fulfillment. The picture above is my determination paying off.

I wrestled with my husband, son and youngest daughter wanting to leave. But i stuck it out, digging my feet in deeper. It was the turning over that brought up the tooth.

Each of us is worn ragged. Thoughts lodged in crags. The rocks jutting into and between the lines of our existence. Who wins out in the end?

I have no scars to prove yesterday happened. I possess a tooth and a prayer to survive.

Happy writing, J🦈Still Life Fish with Red Bowl Dali<<<<

There must be more… margin release

Indian Rocks Beach FL 2017

That would be me, reading Sebnem Sander’s new book “Ripples on the Pond” published December 4, 2017. Here is my review…

Brought a book along, to read, while on the white sands of the Gulf of Mexico. From Clearwater to Venice, Sebnem travels along, telling stories the waves often whisper and the gulls cry out loud. This book is for those who oft think and find beauty in everything or yearn to live mindfully. Each story has you linger a bit longer, while waiting for a sunset… or perhaps you are the person anticipating the sun rise. A real treat! A fantastic beach read!

I will treasure new stories this whole week, recklessly abandoned to my self… let each tale immerse into me, along with my tequila sunrise. You are a true delight to read Sebnem!

Here is her WordPress blog. Her book is available on Amazon now. Join me on Goodreads as Jeanne Elizabeth.

And to inspire your next write… a little music from Sebnem’s short story “The Typewriter” in memory of Sam Shepard.

(Day Two of White Sands)

Roots (Croatia)

Yummy!! 😋 Christmas treats brought home today. Our friend, Broc gave my husband a farewell gift at work and what a gift it is!! Potica (Slovenian Nut Roll). I had never had it before but oh my goodness… Isn’t it just beautiful inside?

e are members of the Slovenian National Home . A home away from home for Croatian and Slovenian immigrants. (My husband’s family.)

Never having been to Croatia, Broc convinced us to plan a trip this summer 2018. But as life would have it, so many changes happening here. Our trip is postponed but we are definitely enjoying the fresh baked Potica.

Potica recipe The article is more than a recipe and worth reading, so click!

Merry Christmas 🎄 J🕊

Space Odyssey

We all find our way, not by tracking footsteps, but by way of the unknown, forging a trail of adventure.

True, we need guidance and support. No astronaut would likely enter a spaceship alone. We need others, whether we like it or not. The key to success is learning to get along with each other.

This dilemma of getting along circles back to a personal worldview. The questions and answers. Or lack thereof, hound us. There are answers. I am certain of this one thing. However, people are unlikely to grasp truth sitting in their own space. So reach out. Interact. Risk your heart for a piece of another’s heart.

I know. I know. Easier said than done. I literally am sitting here right now, shaking as a ripe fig, waiting to drop. And drop I will, with trembling, I am blasting off into my greatest fear. I had best be ready!!

Ready or not, here I go! J🌏🌻

With much gratitude

This is truly a heartfelt post. Why? You!!!

I never could have imagined sitting here nine years ago. I could barely talk. Was I saying any thing? Perhaps in my eyes you would have seen the pain. I welcomed death. I contemplated suicide.

After a year of therapy, my confidante encouraged me to reach out. I wrote everything in prose, and poetry to him, and so I thought, why not gather my thoughts and start a blog. It is anonymous after all. (Hahaha. That was not quite his idea of reaching out.)

Hahaha…this! (I may have posted elsewhere, a picture of myself?)

Regardless, I have changed from those once fateful days. I graduate with highest honors, a 3.96 gpa. I walk on December 16 and will be with my husband, two of my children, and countless bloggers who have seen me through. Whether you know it or not, you do now. I will be thinking of you. And my therapist. Forever grateful! 🤗❤️

I hope to continue my blog. I have become fascinated with the arts. I have traveled alone. Taken two poetry workshops with incredible poets. I have become. And when those brief moments appear, and I slip, dancing with death, I fight as all my might will muster. And write a poem. Or paint a picture. Or visit an art museum. Etc. Etc.

Cee’s Share Your World

I have been absent. Yes. And then Cee’s Share Your World digs deep.

Do you ever sit on a park bench for more than ten minutes? Absolutely. Especially if the sun is ablaze. Or the park is absent of people. I think more clearly when distraction is minimal. I suppose that is true for most people. I like to think I, or rather we, are all special and need space to breathe.

When you lose electricity in a storm, do you light the candles, turn on the flashlight or use your cell phone for light? I have candles. I have flashlights. I have a cell phone. I use whichever light pops into my mind first, and that depends on my mood. Romantic? Candles. Scared? Reach for the flashlight. Feeling modern? Hopefully my cell phone is charged.

Would you rather be given $10,000 for your own use or $100,000 to give anonymously to strangers? I am working on my Capstone Project to address at-risk students contemplating dropping out of school, so I would definitely take the $100,000.00 and use it to jumpstart my non-profit. Whereby, I am inadvertently giving lots of strangers another chance to be something in the future.

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week? I love the time spent tutoring the homeless in Indianapolis. The first graders I see weekly, inspire me. And then this moment in Boston.

I am not without thoughts as every where I look and listen, I find another reason to turn.

Found something new to do

Challenges are Fun!!  J.A. Allen, author, has a challenge on her blog starting May 14 and runs for six weeks.  Check it out. If you like. Break out. Take the plunge. Let your mind scribble…

I am an INFP writer working to fix my weaknesses.  (Is this a confession?)  I find the above information very helpful at the editing stage, which I only have begun.  I started editing because I have been told my words are too abstract and confounding which is what I like to read but others may not.  However we write I do think we attract those who enjoy our poetry or essays but I still like to make some sense.

Understanding personality and incorporating it with your Jung/Myers-Brigg score can provide useful insight to your writing style.  Here and here are tests if you desire to know your personality acronym then search your four letter description and writing style here. This link is for my particular personality, however Andrea J. Wenger, author, has links for everyone.  She also develops her characters from the personality types which is far more complicated for me than need be but I find it curious.  You?  Hope something here was helpful… Being helpful is what I love to be. 🙂 J


Cee’s Share Your World

Cee’s Blog  

When you’re alone at home, do you wear shoes, socks, slippers, or go barefoot?

Barefoot.  I love socks but can only stand them for 10 minutes then off they go, lost in the fourth dimension.  I hate slippers.  Shoes are only worn to get service. 

What was your favorite food when you were a child?

Spaghetti!! And tuna. Ok, it is SPAGHETTI!! I had serious food issues in teenhood and still do but then who doesn’t? 

Are you a listener or talker?

Listener. Hate talking. Would rather write letters and pick just the right words…

Favorite thing to do (pick one): Photograph? Write? Or Cook?

Lately it is writing. Actually it is gardening but that is cheating since it is not on the list. So writing!! 

“A story is a garden you carry in your pocket.” Alexandra Curry, author The Courtesan

What is the easiest way for your to learn something new? By reading, by seeing and doing, in a classroom?

I have to see and then do.  I have terrible reading comprehension. I can read a whole book and remember only one thing about it.  I do remember more than the title…I surmise the novel into one paragraph much like writing poetry. 

Thanks for reading my blog. It makes my day since most people never delve into the depths of my sea. Ok, it is probably because they can’t stand me but hey… J😎💛💋