More than ordinary

all this blue-sits indoors-meaning to hide-the brighter doors…lift your eyes-another soul resides-smiles, says hi.

Norm’s Doors 2.0

Ascend (a photo challenge)


I would love to know what squirrels think, when they see a person walk by, who suddenly stops when they hear their chatter above; stop, dig, reach in, snap, stare and stare and stare. Move along… For any length of time, no doubt, that squirrel is surveying an escape route. But you must question why the squirrel said anything to begin with, if he did not want company?

Not to worry, I did not ascend that tree.

I told my daughter, today, she was a tornado. And she answered. Your worse.


Yes. You. Your a hurricane, tsunami, earthquake, all rolled into one. One some thing. A thunderstorm that never ends.

A wise fool I’d be

A fools propensity is to laugh at the wind while a wise man harnesses the power. Life -According to Jeanne

I am pretty sure someone else said some thing similar. Some time. Some where. So a quick google search and these turned up.

The wind does not respect a fool. Star TrekKlingon proverb

Whoever brings ruin on their family will inherit only wind, and the fool will be servant to the wise. The BibleProverbs 11:29

Fools laugh at others. Wise laugh at themselves. Osho, Zen Master

Then the great master of words

I do pray, may all the fools become wise. Amen.

May. Math. Motivation.

Monhegan Island ME 5/2016

In fear and trembling, destiny’s road perishes.
With courage, horizons come to light.

We pin ourselves
a mounting board
examined by wanderers.
I say tame the lion
in pursuit,
pursue him first
take the advantage,
earn respect towards you.

“I could never have gone far in any science because on the path of every science the lion Mathematics lies in wait for you.” –C.S. Lewis


Coerced by the wind -behind broken glass
to find shelter
share everything
change her name -this girl
who hides behind walls.

To take the only path
that leads to somewhere,
left alone to collect dust.
Years pass -she uncovers
a Book of Answers.
Clues, unbroken -left
untouched -time
never glosses over wisdom,
her fight endures -forever.

These roaring windows
crashing in
waves swallowing
she fights back
bares her heart
colors to prism the mind.

(Might be mia for a few days and I was pretty excited about writing this poem this morning. Okay to say i like one of my works? 

☔️ Love j💛)


Seek knowledge of multiple aspects in life; relationships are complicated.
Capsized. Off coast of Monhegan Island, ME May 2016

I feel a need
explain myself, hoping misconceptions
do not blur the mirror between our faces.
Our breath fogging up the air.

Waves are what you believe.
Rowing towards another
smooth sailing desired
frantically head towards the shore.

Prepare for the storm
learn navigation, obstacles overcome
hide in the corner, drowning all senses
to trust or mistrust.

Cheating ourselves of courage
of what could be
love atop a mountain view
or mourning under sea.

Ocean rowing is very much what you make it. Rowing technique is pretty irrelevant on the ocean. It’s the psychology that’s important.   –Roz Savage

A child capsized before they realize they have wings, a poor prognosis to rise above. Faulty  attachment leads to mistrust. See the hollow eyes looking back at you? What to do?

There are approximately 500,000 children in the United States in foster care. How else could a heart be broken? Children sinking in a great fissure of happiness and despair. There is hope. A nugget of faith to embrace. A chance to grasp what knowledge gives a person to soar above the noise and reach a point of need. A life purpose I sail towards, navigating bumps and bruises, of my own, as I witness sadness beyond the horizons. Yet I keep believing.  One child saved is worth my life. One smile worth more than gold and gems.

In a sense I travel the confines of another mind. That can freak people out. Who dare look within? I blame no one. I avoided it but now I am grateful to that person who listened. No matter how pathetic I sounded, he rode the waves out. I imagine I put fear into his mind. The multiple thoughts of suicide; knives, ropes and pills. It would cause anyone panic. Towards the end, I thanked him profusely. The mending of multiple people inside that realized only the one who could mentally handle what happened. Essentially sparing others the need to fathom the horror.
I know this all sounds crazy. I feel crazy some days. Especially when I become so open to others I barely know. In a sense hiding behind this screen. Fleeing when I have had enough. I know that as long as the words remain within and I have yet to let them go I will continue to post (warning some posts will be dark and understand if you unfollow) and read and chug along this funny thing called “life”. Ahhhh, then to understand death. Not sure I have enough time to go that far. Be well.

Thanks for reading. Happy to be a Word Press blogger. Enjoying  my time. And all that.  –Jeanne



Changes, as the clouds form,
growing on the horizon.
Beautifully sculptured dreams,
hearts and minds,
bringing shade, shelter and scents.
Showers cleanse our pain.
(Dream 8/20/2016 wrote @3:00am)

I literally found a hummingbird trapped in the screen porch this morning. I am not sure how he managed to enter this space. Hummingbirds have been messengers of mine since 2004 when changes of forgiveness and strength entered my life. These small creatures are a marvel of nature and signify courageous joy. I count this a true prophetic blessing from God, ministering to a weary heart.

Daily, while I was in Santa Fe, hummingbirds swirled around my head. I prayed for a chance to photograph their beauty. Finally, as I was saying farewell, a hummingbird bid me safe travels and my longing  came true. (You can see him along the white fence towards the right.)

Santa Fe Blessing

I pray you are blessed as believers in the power of love and peace.
Peace as only God gives. J

A joyful heart is good medicine, but depression drains one’s strength.
Proverbs 17:22

I often think of my brother’s suicide. It pains me to know he is gone. My life is a series of serious traumas but God holds me in His right hand and shelters me in the storm. Be well.