Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry

Move Beyond —Thursday Doors

The present day, particularly this morning, I was spiritually, mentally and emotionally engaged with Revelations 1:4-6. And something profound changed my outlook, which threatens my old way of being for the past 12 years.

That I have not been living in freedom is the absolute truth. I have been chained to fleshly desires that have threatened my peace. And I in turn have threatened others peace of mind.

I heard a knock this morning. It was a knock only for me. Although we all are given the invitation. Some of us recognize the offer, while others deny the sound as anything but reality.

And I answered. I entered a sanctuary where truth took hold of my soul. I released my grief and abandoned my grip on things that never belonged to me. They were a safety blanket that brought comfort and fellowship. But no relief. They were the fantasy of my efforts.

In the dark I can see. The light is my peace. And the peace resides in me. Manifests outwardly as a poetic life well lived. And unless I slip, which often occurs, I feel steady. I am steady today.

Shalom, Jeanne

Posted in Poetry


I keep recycling these magical thoughts in hopes mushrooms sprout where all can watch and wonder how love works.

What does this even mean? I suffer alone under my floppy summer hat. Hold a candle to my eyes and you will find invisible tears streaming inside where evaporation cannot happen.

I will spare you the grey clouds. Maybe there never were silver linings in my mind. The hypothetical me exists alone.

(I hope DeAnthony will always remember I cared. And he makes his momma happy forever.)

Posted in Musings, Photography

Boston Doors

Thursday Doors – Door Lovers

Now that I am in a new locale, I can hardly wait to share Boston doors -another door paradise!

When one door shuts, another opens. I have found this to be true. Except I am waiting for the last door opened, to shut! Please, someone buy our house in Indiana! I am begging the gods or God or Karma or even the boogey man at this point! One, because i am looking to buy a new house and nothing can happen until our old house has vanished from my mind! Yes, i am never too proud to beg! Two, i am becoming superstitious and paranoid.

Would love to open this house’s front door and settle my heart “in”doors! The rain is messing up my hair and attitude and the sun is burning my soul. Real estate hell is real!

Posted in Art, Musings, quotes


People have reached a pinnacle of arrogance which threatens autonomy. J

I am easily misunderstood by the faith community.  I believe enough to question God in a healthy way.  I do not disbelieve by any means.  History, myth and fable shed truth.  We are either bound or set free; chastised or rewarded.

The meaning of life is not to be discovered only after death in some hidden, mysterious realm; on the contrary, it can be found by eating the succulent fruit of the Tree of Life and by living in the here and now as fully and creatively as we can.  –Paul Kurtz

The dark night of a soul is a journey I endure.   I found a matter of time becomes minutes to hours and hours unable to be contained by days.  The stories of Prometheus and God understand our need for security and pass their shadows over us.  Knowledge and wisdom our fortitude, Prometheus and God bestow a gift of hope for the future in the destruction of evil and the promise of rebirth.

The bearing of fire, warmth and light, endures for eternity.  The next generation will need storied thought and soulful belief.  Belief in fire guides and water purity.  We best learn to discover while we live.  So then I follow my thoughts…

prometheus   prometheus-eagle-eating-liver1

Why is Prometheus tormented by an eagle while the Prophet Elijah is fed by a raven?

elijah fed by raven
Caspar de Crayer, The prophet Elijah fed by a raven, 1619-1630

Jeremiah 15:3  “I will appoint over them four kinds of doom,” declares the LORD: “the sword to slay, the dogs to drag off, and the birds of the sky and the beasts of the earth to devour and destroy.

The Story of Prometheus tells his gift of fire (light, warmth) to man and hence stricken by Zeus for his audacity to befriend humanity while the Prophet Elijah, who ran from doing right, was given a second chance, sustained by God.  How many chances does it take us to do right by humanity?  Does God’s sovereignty over all the Greek gods deem Prometheus’s fire not pure and hence retribution for bringing wisdom, all that was hidden from our eyes?  Is Zeus a metaphor for God?  Is Prometheus, as a god, subject to judgment as man?  There are a few verses in the Bible that fascinate:

1 Kings 18:24  “Then you call on the name of your god,
and I will call on the name of the LORD, and the God who answers
by fire, He is God.” And all the people said, “That is a good idea.”

1 Kings 18:38  Then the fire of the LORD fell and consumed
the burnt offering and the wood and the stones and the dust,
and licked up the water that was in the trench.

Psalm 50:3 Our God comes and will not be silent;
a fire devours before him, and around him a tempest rages.

In studying Greeks myths side-by-side with the Word of God, I discover the similarities and differences.   There are many questions, more than answers, hence my quest.  I wonder about the stories woven throughout time and how we can utilize them as a map for the future.  Has our ability to let go of myth and story led us down a path of annihilation of ourselves and the world?  Our map of the world burnt?  Perhaps a post for another time…

“Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.”  Joseph Campbell

Personally I do not consider myself to be an answer at all.  I see myself as an enigma, as my husband calls me.  Enigma: a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand.  I suppose in a way I am not willing to follow the crowd and people cannot understand autonomy.

“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.”  This is a Joseph Campbell quote I believe.

Then, Roxanne Meshar, M.Div., in her book “God is not Zeus”, contends we want God to be Zeus but says He is not, no matter what we desire.  I counter does God not say He is He?  I am the I am?  Metaphorically Zeus?   We desire to be saved and seek someone or something stronger than ourselves.  We want God to be Zeus.

So how can any of this post help if someone believes metaphors are lies?  Does not an atheist contend and promote skepticism, blaming religion for all problems.  Is religion the scapegoat while dismissing the nature of hearts?  Can any of us say we have never committed a transgression against another?  Are we free of needing forgiveness?  Is it humanity, in all its foibles, that rules the world?  Or is there justice by a higher authority and who might that be?  Why, we ask, is God silent if He sees and knows all?  Why is the I am not walking the earth with us battling evil?  Or can we save ourselves by believing and finding the power within?

“Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.” Joseph Campbell

Happy thinking, J

Posted in Poetry, quotes, Soul Journal, travel

Taste of Tibet

Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.

in the midst of passing through,
we miss the details.
the lines
we color between
enlarge as we learn to see.

Since my son attends Indiana University, we visit Bloomington often and sample varied ethnic restaurants, while he appreciates a free meal. Our latest excursion was a visit to a small Tibetan restaurant on 4th Street, on the campus downtown.

415 E Fourth Street, Bloomington IN

Whether one believes in a religion or not, and whether one believes in rebirth or not, there isn’t anyone who doesn’t appreciate kindness and compassion. –Dalai Lama

A little bit  about the Lung ta prayer flags seen above.  The flags are hung on a string to bring harmony among the elements: blue representing sky, white representing wind, red representing fire, green representing water, and yellow representing earth.

Now onto the food. Our meal started with Tibetan Dumplings.

Mo Mo: seasoned ground beef with yellow onion.
Shogo: mashed potato with green and yellow onion

For our main dish we sampled Kham Amdo Thugpa and Temo Sha Tsel.

Kham Amdo Thugpa: a hearty stew made with handmade tibetan noodles, daikon radish, onion, tomato, green onions, cilantro.

Temo Sha Tsel: stir-fried vegetables in a garlic sauce. served with jasmine rice or temo.

We will return. The food was excellent and perhaps when the weather warms, dine outside.

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.
–Dalai Lama

For none of us lives to himself alone, and none of us dies to himself alone.
–Romans 14:7

I know we learn from each other. Whether one believes in a Redeemer, should that Savior be ourselves or another God, a question we ask as we encounter the mystery of life, stems from our earliest innocence. As a child did we not wonder, “how can I see?” or “where does my breath come from?” Or look within ourselves and see galaxies beyond our imaginations?

J  (This is the 2nd to last Sunday of 2016. Speechless 😶!)

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Starry Night

infinite space

Heaven. According to the Jewish there are three heavens.

The first heaven is the Earth’s atmosphere. Gen 1:20 KJV
“And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl [that] may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.”

The second heaven is the physical universe called outer space. Gen 1:14 KJV
“And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years:”

These two heavens constitute a continuum called the “firmament,” and this firmament is collectively called “Heaven”. Gen 1:8 KJV
“And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.”

The Third Heaven is above the upper sea and the higher sea is below the Throne of God. Revelation 4:6 KJV
“And before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal: and in the midst of the throne, and round about the throne, were four beasts full of eyes before and behind.”

who hasn’t wondered
about life?
i would love to meet them.
how wonderful
to sail through,
not a care in the world.
no one ever imagines
the pain that exists
around sharp corners.
do you avoid the dark?
I do.

Genesis 1:16 God made two great lights–the larger one to govern the day, and the smaller one to govern the night. He also made the stars.

Deuteronomy 4:19 And when you look up to the sky and see the sun, the moon and the stars–all the heavenly array–do not be enticed into bowing down to them and worshiping things the LORD your God has apportioned to all the nations under heaven.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

Gardens of Peace

A trowel of peace
leaves roots of hope escaping
the dirt of Eden.

Yellow ripe bee hive
nourish the Queen beneath eggs
flourishing new life.

Wild frosty ground
works wonders Spring approaches
housing orange blossoms.

California poppy


Posted in Art, Opinion, Photography, Poetry, Sermons


Words of others are stepping stones to a world that often does not greet us kindly. Searching for meaning is futile when we only consult books for answers. Our steps begin to count when we experience a whole host of situations. The circle becomes complete when we permit our thoughts to reside at an open door for another to walk through. What love we missed growing we gain by living. I love sharing this journey with you. J Follow the Son

Posted in Poetry


No love lost
where love was absent.
No regrets defining space
you invaded my heart
left exposed to search for love.
Let me be me and not you mother
you never knowing how to care.
Jealousy? Hate? Mother’s
fugitive child soliciting strangers
longings unanswered lying in her lair.
Father where were you
silent as can be?
Never standing for justice.
Your needs too enticing
spreading legs instead of wings.
Confusing interrogations
bogging down the open space
infected. Dark rooms harbor fear
afraid to trust the light.
Blackness lashing out at any sense
of confidence. Pain merely
makes things worse.
God, professing love and peace
distant because of transgression.
No wonder people wish for death!
To escape a world dying
offering no relief even when you promise
a wing to cover me.
Rather there are spirits waging against
the beauty I seek.
These thin threads of hope thrown
tired of waiting, your creation moans.
Just be done with us forever or take your children home.
This too
I’ll get through
throw it to the wind.
I will love again.
I travel miles
searching for that ticket leading somewhere.
If God is waiting
I pray His arms are wide open.