Posted in Photography, Poetry

2022

Wind Swept

Im really looking forward to 2022. Wow! Can you believe how far we have come?

Wind swept
my hair in a bun
half-naked neck exposed
getting cold
perturbed by my lack of sense
holding onto a love
having been long dead
The chief beauty about time is 
that you cannot waste it in
advance. The next year, the next
day, the next hour are lying ready
for you, as perfect, as unspoiled,
as if you had never wasted or
misapplied a single moment in all
your life. You can turn over a new
leaf every hour if you choose.

Arnold Bennett
How to Live on 24 Hours a Day
Posted in Musings

When People Confuse Your Having Boundaries and Standards with Having “An Attitude”

When People Confuse Your Having Boundaries and Standards with Having “An Attitude”

When People Confuse Your Having Boundaries and Standards with Having “An Attitude”


— Read on cheriewhite.blog/2020/12/28/when-people-confuse-your-having-boundaries-and-standards-with-having-an-attitude/

Cherie is writing some great articles on bullies, abusers, and boundaries. 💥

If you spend your life sparing people’s feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can’t distinguish what should be respected in them.

F. Scott Fitzgerald
Posted in Musings

Families

Families

Families
— Read on bereavedsingledad.blog/2020/12/27/families/

I enjoy Gary’s musings. This particular writing certainly felt familiar. Family is a funny thing. And the thing is, as terrible as 2020 was, it taught me an enormous pot of wisdom. And 2021 will be all the better for my new found knowledge and attempts to keep going forward. To dreams! To visions! To destiny!

Happy creating, Jeanne

Posted in Musings, Opinion

And you raise your hands in some stupid symbol…

And you raise your hands in some stupid symbol…

https://albigensia.wordpress.com/2020/12/04/and-you-raise-your-hands-in-some-stupid-symbol/
— Read on albigensia.wordpress.com/2020/12/04/and-you-raise-your-hands-in-some-stupid-symbol/

I thoroughly enjoyed this post enough to share. It struck a chord. A lesson on interacting with others is buried in there. Maybe if we took a moment of silence… ❤️

Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry

Thoughts Resonate —Ishita Gupta Blogger

Ishita Gupta @ Thoughts Resonate sent out a few questions and kindly asked for my reply. 😘❤️ Of course dear. 🤗🎶

  1. What do you love to do, except blogging? I grow a garden, My Promise Garden, which celebrates my grandfather and father’s love of nature. I practice expressive arts, cook, photography, and love music. I learned to play the piano for my personal enjoyment. I hike, bike, and volunteer at a homeless shelter. The joy of children brings me happiness!
  2. Is there anything on your bucket list, which you could share with us? I want to visit Scotland and perhaps stay there for a year in the future. I want to live on an island with someone special, turn off the internet, and learn all about that person! And maybe never return here. 🤔
  3. Is there any place in the world, that you desperately want to visit? Or someplace that has already captured your heart? Scotland. I loved London and Amsterdam.
  4. Do you like reading? If yes, could you share 5 of your favourite books? Wally Lamb, This Much is True. I read all 700+ pages in a day. It was that good. Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood. Love’s Executioner, Irvin Yalom. I loved all of Yalom’s books. I like psychological thrillers. So Spider, Patrick McGrath. I love all McGrath’s books too.
  5. If given a chance, would you like to change something about yourself ? If yes, what? My insecurities. About everything.
  6. What is your life mantra? Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived. I developed it while blogging.
  7. Do you have any weird phobias? Or any phobias? For a period of time I could not leave the house. Im happy I no longer fear whatever caused me to hide. I cannot drink 7UP.
  8. What does an empty room remind you of? Anxiety. I like my collections and to be surrounded by beautiful things.
  9. What is your biggest pet peeve? Those who don’t read and gather facts before judging. People who jump to conclusions without listening. Harsh people.
  10. What’s your spirit animal? All animals speak in a special language that can teach us. But those that especially touch me are hummingbird, whale, cougar, loon, and moose. They have all appeared in dreams and visions, leaving very specific messages just for me.
  11. What motivates you to write? On my blog, I enjoy the virtual company. Although even here I am rather shy. On my own, to better know myself.

If you would like, do answer Ishita’s questions. And read her blog too. Beautiful, surreal words that find a nesting spot in your heart and mind.

Posted in Poetry

tragic.

Mirror,

how do you
tell yourself truth?
in bite-size portions, snacks
in-between meals or buffet-style realization?

The never ending comparison
words written
as if boobs matter.

Who else makes such remarks?
If not for Anne Sexton, i
would have no clue why
i am or am not.

Anne said it best…

“Perhaps I am no one.

True, I have a body

and I cannot escape from it.

I would like to fly out of my head,

but that is out of the question.”

let confusion continue.
you believed the wrong men. the girls
crueler than an autumn sun
toying with warmth.

Posted in Music Video, Photography, Poetry

Have you ever?

When you face challenges, you naturally search for answers.

Have you, like me, ever fallen under a woven world’s wordspell? Some of Anthony’s poems on Hands in the Garden appear sensible and others completely obscure. For most of Sink to Surface, you enter another dimension. And even then you may never comprehend the road map.

Anthony Gorman’s first book may be the last place you think to look when in need. But perhaps it should be the first. And not necessarily to find answers, to solve problems. Rather to take a reprieve from life itself. Wander in wonderlands and eat chocolate and dream visions of peace.

©️Jeanne

Anthony’s work is never the ordinary. Do not expect truths to be spelled out in black and white. Expect to sift through technicolor visions and wade in waist deep, until you are ready to drown.

Sink to Surface: Poems by Anthony Gorman to purchase in US.

Sink to Surface: Poems by Anthony Gorman I believe the Canadian link.

“My portion of proceeds will be going directly to an ethically sound and creative cause called The Art for Aid Project, which aims to bring art supplies to indigenous communities to assist in the process of internal healing. To find out more about their mission, click below.

https://www.artforaid.ca/

Thank you for your time and support and thanks for sharing in the journey

Love and Blessings to you.

GG”

Visit Hands in the Garden blog for more poems by Anthony Gorman.