Here To Stay…
A Note To Trey
Dear Trey, I don’t know if you believe me, but this is all true. Don’t waste this second chance at life that He has given you, love Grammy Jeanne
Friday evening after supper I began to grow very restless and I paced around the house.
My sister asked me what was wrong because it was her house I was pacing and I told her I was worried about one of my grandkids, that I had a really bad feeling that I was going to lose one soon.
She and I talked for a few minutes and then I said, “I’m not gonna lose a grandchild.”
I went outside and I raised my hands to the gray sky and I prayed that God would cover all my grandchildren with my angels. (Yes, I have angels watching over me and the more I send out, the more I receive.)
The next morning, Saturday morning, I was reading my angel cards and I took a picture of the layout so I would remember which cards I had pulled…in one picture there was an unexplainable patch of white with a red spot sitting beside my cards in the picture. But the patch of white and the red spot didn’t exist on the table, only in the picture.
My sister Sue looked at it and said that’s an angel. When I turned it to view it the way I had taken it, it was an angel with pink wings and a big red blood spot in the middle of her face…
So, then I don’t think too much of it till Saturday night when I get the call from my daughter, telling me that my 17-year-old grandson Trey had been shot in the face.
He had suffered a lot of damage to his lower jaw, but he was alive and the prognosis was good.
I knew then…my angels had indeed covered him, kept him alive, kept him from severe brain damage and I knew that one special angel had shown me on Saturday morning that she had him covered with the blood of Jesus.
Thank you God and thank you angels. Amen
Gone
How long can her love last without being fed, without being nurtured or returned? A cold shoulder, an angry face.
When a woman’s love is set aside, rejected, it will starve itself to death, after breaking her heart from the inside out.
All that will be left is the casing that once covered her most precious asset, her heart.
As her heart shreds, she needs to find new ways to get her oxygen. She needs her heart to pump blood so that she can breathe. Each gaping, gasping wound demands to be filled…she can’t breathe…she can’t breathe…what will ease the excruciating pain in her heart, her lungs, her soul?
What will soothe the hurting?
Grandbabies, puppies, flowers and ice cream? Rain drops, snowflakes, chocolate and sunshine? Rainbows and Pink Angels? Cigarettes and her antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds? Worst scenario…Southern Comfort and razor blades? Janis Joplin rising from the ashes?
Round and round, up to down, sideways, backwards, seldom standing straight, respite always temporary, pain pushing her into the ground.
Wait.
The door to her self-inflicted hell is open.
Will she walk out?
YES.
A feather in the wind kinda woman…
she’s slipping and swirling
her way to freedom.
The angels will inspire
the happy will beckon
and away she will float.
Door gently closes behind her
as she drifts all the way
oh, so high
all the way done
all the way gone.
Live Pink, Today…
Let me land gently
Yes, it does…
Let me land gently in this place where everything changes in an instant!
I See You
When I look in my mirror, I remind me of you.
I see the pain you couldn’t hide.
I see the weariness in your soft brown eyes.
I see your careworn face beneath my disguise.
I see your strength as you faced each day.
I see the sadness that colored your ways.
I see the exact same streaks of greying hair.
I see your courage even though I’m aware
of times when your load was so heavy,
it was far to much for you to bear.
I see your wrinkles, I see your lines.
I see your shadow behind my eyes.
When I look in my mirror I remind me of you.
October is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month. Does It End October 31?
My first question was, why not everyday? Several women (angrily) asked me that same question when I posted or re-blogged articles related to domestic violence, emotional, verbal or sexual abuse. Well, I told them that I wondered that too, and that I didn’t name the dedication, I was just trying to honor the victims and the survivors because I come from that country and I am fluent in that language.
The question I have asked myself repeatedly this month is this: What does national awareness do for the victims? Does it change the abuser’s mind? Does he (or she) say, “Damn it! I’m not going to swear and scream at you until National Domestic Violence Awareness Month is over, you lucky bitch!”
Does he pay the bills, buy some food, keep his hands off his daughter because it’s National Domestic Violence Awareness Month?
Will the family have a month of peace? Will her neighbor buy ice for her black eye?
The abusers and the victims are all too aware of what domestic violence is and the people who don’t acknowledge it all year long because it’s easier to look away, well they don’t give a flying fig that this month is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month either.
The women who go to shelters expecting to find a way out, expecting someone to teach them how to stand on their own two feet, hoping for training so that they can get a job that will support them and their kids in the future, what do they think about National Domestic Violence Awareness Month?
How about asking the ones who returned home because the shelter was lacking in anything but a whole new set of rules, a bed and some used clothes.
The shelters where women in my family have gone provided a time out, nothing more. If you run a shelter that provides therapy, job training, education, legal representation and daycare, I apologize and I’d also like your hot line phone number.
I will post articles about abuse in October anyway, hoping that even one woman might find the courage to grab her babies and run for safety.
I have read the survivor’s stories and I have read the “he killed her” stories.
I have a “he killed her” story. I had a cousin who was murdered in front of her young son, while living in a shelter.
I cry and I hold every victim’s and every survivor’s story that I have ever read or witnessed in my heart. Including my own.
Victims and abusers, survivors and inflictors, well, to them every month is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month. They just don’t talk about it.
So as this official National Domestic Violence Awareness Month begins, I feel helpless. I have no answers, no help for the millions who will go to bed hungry, crying and/or bruised tonight. For those who will sleep in their cars because it is safer than their home or because they have no home and friends and family are sick of helping them only to see them go back to the abuser.
I have tears, but Lord knows, they already have enough tears of their own.
Maybe we could make everyday Domestic Violence Awareness Day.
Cry until you laugh…Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie
A No Help At All Handbook
The Past…Someday
Old low burning flames
memories under the bed
like pieces of an old game
at night, fast asleep
they blister in your head.
Upon waking, you weep.
pictures of a love lost
broken glass
beneath your feet.
Regrets flash by
on your mind screen
you still pay the cost
but you’re stuck in now
lost…forever it seems.
How can that old love
still make you cry?
Was it a nightmare
or was it a dream?
Is the past ever gone
is it ever wiped clean?
Wake up, clear your mind
push old passions away
get on with your life
because today will be
the past…someday.
by Jeanne Marie
Tasting Free…
Like a caterpillar,
I shed my skin.
Peek out at freedom
flutter my wings
then try to crawl
back inside again.
The light’s too bright.
It’s gonna rain.
Will it hurt?
Where will I sleep?
I am afraid.
Will there be pain?
My wings I test.
Oh yes, they work!
I crash into myself
flying away from
a life that hurts.
My sister has flown solo
touching stars all night.
She helps me up
she dries my tears.
“You ARE a butterfly.
You have strong wings
and just like me,
you’ll be alright.”
Still, I bury the torn larva
under a weeping willow tree
just in case…I hate free.
My sister is glowing
as she whispers to me,
“You can’t climb back
inside your cocoon
once you have tasted free.
Spread your silly wings
my precious sister
and come touch
the stars with me.”
Jeanne Marie, 2014
Learn more about butterflies! http://www.enchantedlearning.com/subjects/butterfly/allabout/
The First Time
The first time your lips met mine my spirit knew
just who you were you were…
The Marlboro man I was waiting for all my life
Oh yes, of that I was sure.
I opened my arms and I opened my soul…
I drew you beneath the covers on my four-poster bed
where I found more treasures then my heart could hold.
We giggled and we loved and we snuggled until dawn
beneath the antique chenille bedspread.
The very next morning, I asked you to marry,
“Sure I could see that,” is what you replied.
When you left to go home to get your clothes
for just those few short hours, I felt like I died.
You moved in the next day, maybe too fast
but our passion was burning so high
it was beyond my imagination to think
that such an inferno could ever pass.
Thirty-five years later and still, for you,
my body responds exactly the same
but now I cry myself to sleep.
We are playing on a different field today
anger has driven us to play a different game.
A game I can’t win no matter how hard I strive
each time you make an excuse to pull away
I feel like that first day when you left and
I die and I die and I die…
Blue
October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month
Blue you seduced me with your
False promise of love and peace
Buried my face in your blossoms
Wiped my tears dry on your leaves
Saw past your dark corners
Focused on petals hinting of white
While you painted my soul bruised
Poisoned me with your blue seeds
Blue secrets you are so cruel.
It will all be Okay
Love the Mom Hope…endless and priceless.
Once upon a time…
If I could…
If I could live in the words I write, I’d write a story where my heart was never broken.
The Blooms We Leave Behind
As we are blooming bright, beautiful, young and strong, remember that young and strong will fade, and the real beauty is you and it comes from the inside out through the petals we show the world.
When we leave this world, we must leave behind memories of our strength and our beauty for our children.
Today as you water your blooms and trim your branches, remember, what you do today is what your children will remember tomorrow.
When you are gone, they will have nothing but memories so make each memory a beautiful one and as to the ones that are filled with pain, because we all have those too, try to heal them before you go.
Love does not conquer all but it is a wonderful balm to put on wounds.
Nothing, nothing is stronger than a mother’s love however screwed up and twisted she may be at times…she loves you with every inch of her being.
Your mother’s love for you is the beauty, even the faded, dried-out twisted blooms have beauty beyond compare and the dried-out blooms have value if only to remind you of her beauty when she was in full bloom…
As you bloom today, prepare for what you leave behind. tomorrow. What have you planted in your garden?
What needs to stay and what needs to go?
Don’t hold on to what has already died.
Nurture the living blooms while you have time, because to each flower, there is a season and to everything but love, there is an end.
Jeanne Marie, 2015
Sometimes
Like the clouds in the sky, we travel through life, sometimes with a purpose and sometimes just drifting. Sometimes we are storm clouds and sometimes we are happy clouds. Sometimes our lives connect and we hold onto each other, until life pulls us apart again. Those moments of connection are the moments worth waiting for…
Sometimes You Gotta Pink On
LOVE THIS!
From my sister Susanne….
Blessings
lost in Oz…
Pink Dreams…by Jeanne Marie
“Shhhhhh…she’s sleeping! Be quiet! Stop giggling!” Pink demanded.
Giselle yawned, “I’m just going to lie down on the bed and close my eyes for a little bit.”
“No! No you won’t!” Pink said. “We have to watch her all night. If we fall asleep, her nightmares will come.”
Gathered around the bed, the angels had been preparing to settle in and protect the woman as she slept when Sunny had started to tickle Giselle with a feather from her wing.
Then all the angels had caught the giggles, joining the game, tickling each other with wing feathers.
Their giggles still lit up the dark room, as pink energy swirled around them.
The woman lay sleeping, but she was kicking the blankets off her legs. She started to toss and turn, mumbling as tears started to drip from her eyes.
“Okay, okay, stop!” Pink said.
Pink’s stern command reminded them why…
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Bridge to…all of my tomorrows…new beginnings
from Michelle Marie…a beautiful gift…
Bridge to…
all of my tomorrows
new beginnings
peace in my soul
You & Me
This is the bridge close to JM. Yay for covered bridges. I love the idea that she is closer to Pink Brenda and all our Pink friends in the New England states! ❤
Yay We ❤ Covered Bridges
Take your heart outside to play
Love this advice!
“Oh to be young & carefree,” We say.
Spending a lifetime trying
to get back here & forgetting
that inside each of us is this
kid that long to play again!
Take your heart outside
& enjoy the beauty around you!
Let’s Go Play! MichelleMarie
Friends make each other presents at the same time…while 1800 miles apart!
I Believe…
Photo post by @JeanneWWTTM.
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Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
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