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.
Tag: memories
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
Friday Night Blues
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
Wordless Wednesday
Love will color your world…
Dear daughter in prison,
Dear daughter in prison…
When you feel so alone and
there are bars on your door
I am standing beside you
of that you can be sure.
When letters don’t come
And you think you’re
forgotten
remember how
against all advice…
I still spoil you rotten.
I’m there beside you
in ways you can’t see
even though you kick
and you scream
as if you were three.
Soon your caterpillar
skin you will shed
and my beautiful
butterfly you
will be free…
hopefully before
I’m dead
or before
I’m lifting
seventy pound
care packages
at ninety-three.
Your loving mother,
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
Distortion
The Boomerang by Grammy Jeanne and Cole
In Loving Memory…I See
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





































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