I have been missing my PINK!
Category: Women Who Think to Much
I speak Pink
Yes, you do!
live LOVE laugh & BE HAPPY
Exactly! Love this, wish I could remember it every day!
At the end of the day, tell yourself gently: “I love you, you did the best you could today,
You Make Me Smile
Absolutely awesome!
The Mountain of Sand
On the mountain of sand
trying to stay balanced
holding breath because
one tear splashing
and it could crumble.
Not moving but
it doesn’t matter
the giant ants below
doing their work
one grain of sand
by one grain of sand
her fate will be decided
by others at the foot of
the mountain of sand.
On the ground distant
rescue teams and daughters
shout, JUMP, JUST JUMP!
Take a chance and JUMP!
Busy trying not to crumble
a mountain of sand today
it’s clear she doesn’t listen
doesn’t even look their way.
Rescue teams and one daughter
give up in disgust and walk away.
One daughter refuses to leave
running alone beside
the mountain of sand
she waves, arms open wide
screaming in the wind,
“Take a chance and JUMP!
JUMP, JUST JUMP!”
Holding breath
she is standing still
on the mountain of sand
and it is plain to see
there’ll be no jump today.
Words by Jeanne Marie
Photo by Rick McClellan
Miracles
I am constantly, seriously blessed. Do you see the sunlight in front of me and behind me? I don’t think that is even possible. This picture was taken during a sunrise at the beach last week.
I have hundreds of pictures of flowers from this past year where the sunlight is behind the flower and it’s wrapping around to the front. I have pics and videos where the sunlight is dancing in front of me and the sunbeams are reaching down to me. I have butterflies that flit around my face and shoulders and then, they pose for pictures. I touch a plant and it bursts with blooms and growth.Three great grand-babies in a year’s span and a granddaughter due in December!
If you know me, you know how much I love babies and grand-kids, so these babies are a colossal blessing.
When you see the pics where my arms are reaching for the sky, here is what I’m doing. I am lifting everything and everyone I love up to God. I am opening my soul and inviting the power of God, the Sun, the Moon, the Stars, the Earth and the Rain to flow into my soul, to guide my heart in all choices I make that day. I ask God to take all my pain and my burdens. I release all negative energy. I am embracing the moment and grounding myself in the power of God. (My daughter Jodie taught me this grounding exercise about 15 years ago.)
My problems don’t go away when I do this, but my stress level goes down.
It changes how I look at life that day, creating a positive glow in my heart.
Speaking of miracles, I have been asking God for a miracle. Something so big that I could really see it, something just for me. He delivered.
My baby sister Susanne talked to me this week for the first time in ten years. I don’t even know why she walked away from me to begin with and I am not going to question why she has reopened the door to her heart and invited me back in. I’m just going to love her.
Hi Susanne. You are my miracle.
Imagine…
Imagine a forest where the colors run free
you might see a pink and blue hibiscus
and you can rest under a lavender tree.
Purple lace drapes the branches above
as you stroll through the violets and lilacs
happy forever, dancing in a forest to love.
Imagine a forest where the colors run free
where the rain drips pink marshmallows
and Swiss Hot Chocolate always is free.
A little house you could call your own
with thousands of books waiting to be read
and never, ever, the sound of a ringing cell phone.
Imagine…
2014
August Is Gone
I celebrate each August since writing this in 2012, by doing something I have never done and going someplace I have never been.
September 2012
August Is Gone
I thought about it. Maybe I’ll take the month of August off and go to a place where I can be alone and I can think for myself. Make my own decisions. My birthday was last week and I turned fifty-nine. How did I get from twenty-seven to fifty-nine so quickly?
Why did I not realize that not making a decision and sleeping my time away so that I wouldn’t think, was a decision in itself?
The days blur together and the months sneak past, quick as the black racer snake that lives in my garden, slithering by my feet as fast as a bubble can burst.
My bubble has burst many times, but I just waited among the shadows for another bubble to shelter me. There is always another bubble I think and there will always be another August, even though I know that…
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Swinging on a Wing and a Prayer
Another beauty from Michelle Marie…
Imagine…
Imagine a world
where the flowers are blue
the sky is Cinderella pink
and your heart is brand new.
Heart never been broken
never kicked to the ground
a home built on rainbows…
awesome flowers surround.
Tears are never shed and
willow trees do not weep
when you close your eyes…
your soul He does keep.
Imagine a world
minus cursing and screams
imagine a world
where kindness beats mean.
Rose colored angels
waltz through your dreams
while dainty butterflies dance
on clouds of whipped cream.
Imagine…
Words & Pictures: Jeanne Marie, 2014
Petals Fall
Proud and bright
you hang.
Petals, firm and strong.
Then, one by one,
damaged petals
start to fall.
One by one,
till blooms
form a mountain
of red petals on
the cement floor.
Petals fall
as lovers argue
destroyed by
neglect and time
until love’s light
goes out
and velvet petals
wither on the floor
as quietly, they die.
A little water
a little kiss
a smile, a hug.
Nope, didn’t happen.
So one plus one
who once were two,
are now alone.
Each too proud
to clean the mess
or to pick up
the phone.
Petals fall,
one by one
by two.
by Jeanne Marie
When pictures fall…
When pictures fall
chills sliver up my spine
I try to catch the frame
before it hits the floor.
Catch it! Catch it!
Don’t let the glass smash
slicing paper memories
from when we believed
that our love would last.
How will I remember
what is supposed
to be mine, unless it’s
hanging in its frame?
Catch it! Catch it!
When pictures fall
memories are shattered
and in tears, I wonder…
why does it take disaster
to make me remember
just how much I love you
after all?
Jeanne Marie, 2014
For Michelle Marie, an Oklahoma sunset…
Sixty-one and eight 💙💚💛💜
Thinks pink
In Loving Memory…I See
I believe that there are angels playing in the clouds…
My Writing Process – World Wide Blog Tour. by “Women Who Think Too Much” author, Jeanne Marie
My Writing Process – World Wide Blog Tour
Maggie Thom, an incredible author whom I met through WordPress, nominated me for this World Wide Blog Tour. I’m not great at following directions but here goes!
First I’ll tell you a little bit about Maggie.
“Award winning author, Maggie Thom, took the challenge and leapt off, leaving a fulltime, twenty year career in management, to write full-time. After publishing her first suspense/thriller book Captured Lies, October 2012, she published her second novel, Tainted Waters, April, 2013. Tainted Waters went on to win 2013 Suspense and Thriller Book of the Year through Turning the Pages Magazine. She is excited to publish her third novel, Deceitful Truths, March 2014.” (About Me, Maggie Thom)
I have read Thom’s first three books and loved each one.
Here is my review of “Tainted Waters.”
Thom’s book was like one of my Nana’s triple layered chocolate cakes, impossible to walk away from without licking the plate. (No, I did not lick my Nook. However, this was a one-night read for me and that’s my highest compliment.) This truth-seeking journey had danger, betrayal, generational family ties and romance. It was captivating from the very first page and it caught my full attention. Thom mixed all the right ingredients to create a delicious recipe for an entertaining night under the covers. I wasn’t putting down Tainted Waters until I knew that Sam and Keegan were…oops! Can’t tell you! The plot’s seamless, twisting turns and the tension-building exploits kept me flipping the pages. The characters had depth and color, they were very easy to connect with and I’m looking forward to more books from Maggie Thom. People always say, “Don’t quit your day job”. Well it’s definitely not true in this case.
http://maggiethom.wordpress.com/the-write-to-read/
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Hi! I’m Jeanne Marie, author of “Women Who Think Too Much, A No Help At all Handbook
What am I working on?
Well the list would be much shorter if I reported what I’m not working on!
I work a bit on my writing just about every day but with numerous interests and genres, I tend to not finish things.
I am currently playing with ideas for a sequel to my first book, “Women Who Think Too Much, A No Help At All Handbook,” an anti-self help book.
The sequel, “Codependent, After All” deals with how hard it is to shake off codependency even after all… all the years of therapy, all the money spent on self-help books and even after writing a book about it!
I also write children’s stories, poetry, prose, fiction, song lyrics and personal essays. I have a room full of boxes filled with journals and printed work from my “before the computer” days.
I am always trying to organize this paper mountain and I would love to get it all on the computer but it hasn’t happened yet. I think the reason is–it’s not fun; plus, I keep throwing new writing on top of the piles, just to confuse myself.
I also take pictures to go with my work, plus a million more pictures that I don’t need. But I might!
I have pictures and writing scattered throughout two computers, two laptops and a Nook pad. When my husband isn’t looking I even throw some pictures on his computer!
Sheesh, I think I need help!
I am also a Butterfly Whisperer and since butterflies follow me everywhere I go, I often drop whatever I am doing to take pictures of them. One even followed me into my son’s house when I was visiting!
My book, “Women Who Think Too Much” sat on my computer for almost twenty-years. I held on to it for so long that someone else used that title, but since the book had developed from a newsletter I wrote for two years (1997-1999) also called “Women Who Think Too Much,” I just bit the dust and held on tight to the title. You would think I learned a lesson on procrastination from this experience but no matter how hard I try, I never seem to have enough time. I have compromised by doing at least one thing a day that is creative and makes me happy.
I promised my mom that I would publish WWTTM one day and so I did. However, I wasn’t looking for fame or glory and to be honest, I haven’t tried to promote my book. I do have a dream to go along with my book. I would like to see a copy of WWTTM in every women’s shelter. at no cost to the shelters.
If you want to know more about why and how I write, the links below may help.
Thank you for asking me to play Maggie!
Head Banging
Tonight (Friday) I got out of bed to turn out the light and to put my book away. Well, I turned out the light, turned around and about three steps later, I tripped over the box that my Chihuahua, Ms. Kita, uses to get up on the bed. I dang near killed myself. I was air born for about three feet and then BOOM. I hit the wall hard, landed on my shoulder that has a replacement joint, slammed it hard enough to break the wall plate and leave the imprint of said plate on my shoulder. I hurt my arthritic knees and twisted my bad foot. (It really is a bad foot.) I saw stars when my head smacked the wall and I free floated out in space for about ten seconds. I don’t think I fully passed out, but I did see stars. When I could breathe again, I sat up. I’m not sure, but I think angels sat me up and shook me back together because I was shocked when I sat up and realized, I just might be okay. Did I mention that I saw stars? In addition, something strange happened when I hit the wall…I saw my life experiences flash by and I saw the end of this stage of existence for me. I remember thinking, wow; this is what death feels like. I even thought that I was glad that I had almost finished the book, “Proof of Heaven,” A Neurosurgeon’s Journey into the Afterlife, by Eben Alexander, M.D. because it had given me strong reinforcement on what I already believed. I heard my husband calling my name as he tried to help me but his voice sounded as if he was miles away. I held my sitting position until the room stopped spinning and then I stood up, slowly. I made it to the couch and he brought me two ice packs, one for my head and one for my shoulder. My shoulder was already bruised and throbbing. Of course, I would fall on that shoulder.
All that happened a few hours ago, so I’m sure I will be okay. I’ll probably get my shoulder and my head x-rayed tomorrow, if it seems like I should. I hate that box. It happened so fast and I tried to keep my balance, but I couldn’t. The accident really made me think about how life can change in a split second. Also triggered memories of my mom falling, breaking her neck and dying a week later.
Saturday. Okay, it’s the morning after. I feel all right, very sore shoulder and a nice pounding headache to go with the nice lavender bruise on my cheekbone. Can you break an ear? Well, if you can, I did.
It could have been so much worse. The fall was bad enough that from today on (Sunday) I am going to accept each day as a bonus from Heaven.
I survived the weekend, painfully and carefully, but when I saw my doctor for a regular appointment today (Tuesday) she sent me to get a CAT scan of my brain and an x-ray of my shoulder. Every medical person who I dealt with today was upset that I wasn’t checked the night I fell. I really don’t understand why I didn’t go get checked out either. I knew I hit hard when I fell and I thought about going to the 24-hour walk-in clinic, but I decided I was too tired and I think the bang to the head disoriented me. Anyway, tests turned out okay, no broken bones or compromised skull, no brain bleeding, just a slight concussion, which I already knew.
However, I was traumatized twice, because when I checked in to Radiology for the CAT scan, I was told I had to pay a $275.00 co-pay to get my head examined. First time this has happened to me, thank you Obama Care. I now officially pay 50% more for 50% less insurance. If the headaches aren’t gone by next Tuesday, I may have to see a neurologist. If the doctor orders an MRI, looks like we’ll be mortgaging the house.
by Jeanne Marie
Sometimes we see things differently
This is awesome!
and Love never hurts.
Most often…
When you think
I have forgotten
about you…
When your phone
doesn’t ring
when your text
doesn’t flash
when I’m not posting
any PINK Bling…
That’s when I’m
thinking of you
most often.
As I wander
through my flowers
flitting around
just a blue
butterfly orphan,
my only
nourishment
the flowers I walk in…
That’s when I’m
thinking of you
most often.
Jeanne Marie, 2014
Swinging on a Wing and a Prayer
PINK ALWAYS LOVES
Another beauty from Michelle Marie…
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