He Gave Her Roses…
Baby girl~being your Mommy is what I do best
Love this so much…
let me hold you and keep you safe
from this old world always baby girl
my hope and prayer of course is always
to hold you near but to do so I must let go
watching you grow into a woman
fills me with such joy and love
I am proud of the woman you have become
before my eyes, you’re all grown up
just yesterday I rocked you
Baby girl
being your Mommy is what I do best
Every time I see butterflies I think of you~Jeanne Marie
Love my butterflies, love my friend Michelle Marie!
I Won’t Give Up…
UPDATE! Jodie Lynne has been transferred from prison to a Transition House.
Happy Friday! (On Thursday!?) I couldn’t wait!
Free Smiles
trying to see the Pink
I have been missing my PINK!
SHE TURNED HER CAN NOTS INTO CANS AND HER DREAMS INTO PLANS
A favorite from Michelle Marie!
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,
Courage
You Make Me Smile
Absolutely awesome!
Be strong. Be brave. Be beautiful.
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
Happy Pink Saturday
Beach Sunrise
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
Blue Flowers
Pink Grass…
Another Friday Night At Home…
Kita’s Puppy Love…Why doesn’t he call me?







































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