Basking in the Glow.
Basking in the glow
of the moment.
When even if just for a heartbeat…
everything is perfect.
The moments come and go,
but the memories stay forever.
Life is a collection
of moments.
Bask in the glow.
Cheers & Hugs,
Jodi
On this Road called Life.
There will be ups and downs…
There will be twists and turns.
There will be sunshine and rain…
There will be seasons of change.
But straight roads
don’t make skillful drivers.
And flowers can’t grow
on smoothly paved roads.
This road called life
is your path to choose.
And if you don’t like the one you are traveling on….
pave a new.
Cheers & Hugs,
Jodi
We had an unseasonably strong thunderstorm this past Saturday night, but Sunday morning brought shiny, clean beauty on my morning walk with Charlie that was made even sweeter by the extra hour of sleep gifted from “Falling Back” from Daylight Savings to Eastern Standard Time and the gorgeous colors of Autumn leaves.
10 Months Ago Today.
I crossed the railroad tracks today,
like I do so many days.
And I realized, after the fact,
that for the first time in 10 months
I didn’t get a lump in my throat…
I didn’t hold my breath…
I didn’t think of you
and the decision you made
10 months ago today.
It caught me off guard…
Made me both happy and sad.
Only 10 months ago
you were still here…
barely hanging on…
but still there was hope.
10 months later
there is no more hope
and the memory is beginning
to fade.
I want to be happy,
yet that makes me sad.
10 months ago today
you took your life away.
Rest in peace dear brother.
Rest in peace.
Love,
Jodi
At least once.
As the sun sets,
and this one day ends…
can I look back and say
that at least once…
I was kind to someone,
I let someone be kind to me.
I was strong,
I was gentle.
I smiled and laughed,
I made someone smile and laugh.
I knew when to talk,
I knew when to listen.
I learned something,
I taught something.
I did something for someone,
I did something for me.
I told someone “I love you.”
I remembered to love myself.
As the sun sets,
and this one day ends.
Cheers & Hugs,
Jodi
Let’s be Better Fixers.
Grandma was a fixer….
From very early on, when she was only 9 or 10 years old,
she was the cook, laundress, housekeeper, and “mother” to her younger siblings after her young mother died.
She learned to splice electric wires and plumb a bathroom,
she could make a hearty feast from a bone,
she mended and hemmed and soaked and bleached and waxed and scrubbed.
She did this throughout her entire life.
She washed out bread bags and hung them on the line to dry to re-use.
She repaired lawn mowers and glued broken concrete bird baths back together.
When I was young, I thought it silly.
Sometimes I was even embarrassed of her patched clothes
or meager belongings and “fixed” things.
But Grandma is gone.
And the longer she is gone, the more I admire the way she lived.
She didn’t throw things away – she fixed them.
Do we too quickly throw things away these days?
Marriages? Friendships? Aging parents and grandparents?
Kids with bad behavior or bad grades?
We need to cherish what and who we have while we have them.
Because some things we love won’t last or be with us forever.
We should love, care for, fix when broken, and heal when sick our “broken” things.
We keep them because they are worth it.
Because we are worth it.
Let’s try to throw less away, and let’s be better “fixers!”
Cheers & Hugs,
Jodi
I want to ask you …
What makes your heart skip a beat?
What memories cause goosebumps on every inch of your skin?
I want to ask you …
Who has hurt you so deeply that you have lost all confidence in who you really are?
What loss has caused bitterness in your soul?
I want to ask you …
If you could be anywhere right now, doing anything you wanted to..
where would you be, and what would you be doing?
I want to ask you …
When you take a deep breath and close your eyes, what is the first thing you think about?
Does it make you happy, or does it make you sad?
I want to ask you …
What makes you want to jump out of bed in the morning?
What makes you smile when you go to sleep at night?
I want to ask you …
What do you think life is really about?
What is our purpose?
I want to ask you …
but is it okay?
Maybe I should just ask you …
How was your day?
Isn’t that
the polite thing to say?
Cheers & Hugs,
Jodi
A Yellow Rose for a Sweet New Baby Girl.
A sweet new baby girl was born this week into our extended family. She was named after two of her great grandmothers. One of the great grandmothers loved yellow roses. They were her favorite flower.
So in honor of our new little sweetheart, I painted a yellow rose.
My inspiration for this impressionistic rose is from the amazing style of Jean Haines.
Colors used: Daniel Smith Cadmium Yellow, Yellow Ochre, Aliziran Crimson, Burnt Sienna, and Perylene Green.
If her Mommy likes it, I will frame it for our new little angel’s room.
Amidst all the tragedy and heartache in the world (especially this past week here in the U.S. with Hurricanes Harvey and Irma and the 15-year remembrance of 911), the miracle of birth continues to give us hope in the beauty of life and love. May our little ones create and live in a world of peace.
Cheers & Hugs,
Jodi
This past week I received a surprise bouquet of flowers
from a generous friend named Gary
who grows the most beautiful dahlias.
This past week I also learned I lost a dear blogging friend
whose name was Terry from his beautiful husband named Gary
after I spoke to him just the day before sharing my love and admiration.
This past week I worked and I played and I laughed and I cried
in determination and freedom and joy and in sorrow
for family and friends both cherished in my life and those I have lost.
Tomorrow is Labor Day in the United States.
A day set aside to honor the American labor movement and the contributions
workers have made towards the strength, prosperity, laws and well-being of our country.
I think about Gary laboring over the beautiful flowers he planted.
I think about Terry laboring to breathe when I spoke to him the day before he died.
I think about Gary laboring to get through the days following the death of his love.
I think about those who labor to provide comforting care to hospice patients.
I think about those who labor in hospitals and emergency rooms and trauma centers.
I think about those who labor to protect our country’s freedom.
I am grateful for a weekend of respite
and the opportunity to work
this past week.
Cheers & Hugs,
Jodi
Alive.
“She was
sweet chaos
hiding behind
a delicate soul
and a vulnerable smile.
She loved like
the rage of a storm,
the heat of a wildfire…
And looking into her eyes
she always
reminds you
what it’s like
to feel alive.”-n.r. hart
Be delicate.
Be chaos.
Be vulnerable.
Love.
Feel alive.
Cheers & Hugs,
Jodi
Lately…
Lately, I’ve been reading
“The Storyteller”
by Jodi Picoult.
It has touched my heart deeply,
profoundly moved my soul,
and makes my hands
want to bake Chocolate Babka.
It’s made me consider,
“Inside each of us is a monster.
Inside each of us is a saint.
The real question
is which one of them will
we nurture the most?
Which one will smite the other?”
Lately, I’ve been binge-watching
Bloodline
on Netflix.
It’s made me realize
how past family secrets
and hurtful lies
can cause lasting scars
and shatter lives.
Lately, Hubby was out of town
on a business trip.
Not far. Not long. But not here.
It’s made me realize
how much I truly miss
the little things
I too often
complain about.
Lately…
I’ve been thinking about
a new perspective.
Cheers & Hugs,
Jodi