JusJoJan – Rest and Relaxation

Man, oh, man, am I looking scraggly this morning. I was hit with what appears to be a stomach bug last night. As a result, I did not sleep well and let’s just say I will not be venturing outside unless I get a nap.

I had really good intentions of photographing my jewelry yesterday and making some design changes, but that did not happen. I may get to it today, but I am not holding my breath. I just need to release the expectations I have of myself and just let the day unfold as it will.

Tomorrow I hope to take a drive to see two of my grandchildren since they are out of school for a teachers’ workshop. I thought it would be fun to take them out to lunch. It’s still rather cold (it finally warmed up to 36º F) but tonight the low will dip down to 23ºF with the high expected to reach a balmy 49ºF. Spending my time in the car driving does not sound like a bad way to spend a cold morning especially when seeing my grandchildren when I arrive!

I bought Judy Blume’s book “In The Unlikely Event” after Christmas. The book is adult fiction inspired by the events during the winter of 1951 – 1952 when three separate airplanes from three different airlines (American Airlines, Miami Airlines, and National Airlines) crashed in Elizabeth, New Jersey killing a total of 108 people. I think this afternoon may be a good time to start reading it. I have a large stack of books I want to read and this one just happens to be at the top.

A day of self-care is a good way to recover from a sleep-deprived evening. Tomorrow will be a better day I am sure of it.

Writing inspiration by way of Just Jot It January is provided by Linda Hill with today’s inspiration word provided by Cheryl. It’s easy to join in. Head over to Linda’s blog for the rules (which are guidelines more than rules) to play along.




1LinerWed / JusJoJan – Sunbeams

We have had rain for a week or so and the skies have been grey and cloudy. Today I opened all the window shades because the sun is beaming! There is nothing like a house warmed by the sun. I think I write about sunbeams a lot. I love sitting here writing while the sun breaks through the glass and brightens everything. It reminds me we are part of something much larger than our small confined spaces.

Just like a sunbeam can’t separate itself from the sun, and a wave can’t separate itself from the ocean, we can’t separate ourselves from one another. We are all part of a vast sea of love, one indivisible divine mind.
– Marianne Williamson

Yesterday I think I was fighting the universe. In each day there are gifts for us to receive. It is so easy to be driven by another force and bypass those gifts and in many cases not even see them. Earlier this morning, I was reading about the seven universal laws. Some of it was way over my head, but I got the gist of it.

I am taking a writing course and one of the questions was based on the ideas presented in James Carse’s book “Finite and Infinite Games” – examining whether or not we are living our life as an infinite game or a finite game. Interesting to consider. Thinking about nature, this quote stands out.

The contradiction in our relation to nature is that the more vigorously we attempt to force its agreement with our own designs the more subject we are to its indifference, the more vulnerable to its unseeing forces. The more power we exercise over natural process the more powerless we become before it. In a matter of months we can cut down a rain forest that took tens of thousands of years to grow, but we are helpless in repulsing the desert that takes its place. And the desert, of course, is no less natural than the forest.
– James Carse

That is a lot to digest, but makes so much sense.

I am also much more aware today than yesterday that nature and life are both chaotic and orderly.

This post is inspired by nature and by Linda Hill’s One Liner Wednesday and Just Jot It January post.


JusJoJan – Does Chaos Invite Chaos?

Image by Peter H from Pixabay

I have discovered over the last few days I do not function well in chaos. I am not a neat freak or anything near that, but I do like for things to be orderly. At present they are not.

When I came downstairs for coffee this morning, the first words out of my mouth were about the chaotic mess that is our entire first floor. We are doing some minor remodeling in the bathroom. In an older home, though, nothing is ever minor. So my living area is covered with materials, towels, a partially constructed vanity, and just ‘stuff’ everywhere.

The morning spiraled after that comment. Did my reaction to the chaos invite even more chaos into my world? As soon as I had my first cup of coffee in hand, one of my lingering website clients sent me a text saying her website had been hacked and asking me if she should pay the host to fix everything.

I have regretted carrying these old clients along because the bottom line is, I do not wish to work anymore. Not like that.

So, an investigation ensued and money was spent (I had to renew a membership to the company I purchased the WP theme from in order to get tech support) only to find out the latest release of their software caused the problem. That will teach me to try to keep the software current! I followed the steps to delete the old software, apply the fix and then re-publish the website.

Long story short, the website was not hacked. It is fixed and back up and running and I am still in my pajamas finally enjoying a cup of coffee while I let my nerves calm down.

Did I invite this chaos into my life by reacting to the chaos that already exists? This is how I know I could never be a hoarder. I feel boxed in by ‘stuff’. Now all I want to do is go clear out even more junk in my house.

I am hoping that order will come out of chaos – eventually!

This post is part of Linda Hill’s Just Jot It January. The inspiration word today was provided by the lovely Ritu over at But I Smile Anyway. Check out both blogs for even more inspiration!


JusJoJan – To Subscribe or Not to Subscribe

Image Courtesy of Pixabay (Cropped)

There was a time I subscribed to a number of magazines. Southern Living, Jewelry Artist, Good Housekeeping, and Southwest Art to name a few.  But over the years with the availability of so much information online, I only subscribe to one – and that was recent. Dealing with the publishing companies and keeping track of renewing got to be too much. It probably took several years for the renewal notices to stop.

Then magazine brokers I’ll call them appeared on the horizon and found the perfect prey to peddle magazines. Children and schools. Over the years they offer schools a portion of sales and want the children to be their sales staff. But we all know what really happens. Most of the parents do the work.

Through the years, I have seen school aged children selling everything from gift wrap to candy to magazines. The prices are a premium, too. Honestly, I would rather buy some consumable product like a candy bar or a roll of birthday paper than subscribe to magazines. I did that once. It was not a good experience.

You give some unknown company your credit card information. They funnel it on to the publisher to handle the subscription. Then, what happens if the magazine never shows up? Try talking to the publisher and explaining how you bought the subscription. And then renewal time rolls around and well, they have your credit card information. Honestly, I would much rather write a check to the school for $36. They can have all those dollars.

The worst part to me is the incentive they give the kids. Some very inexpensive item will be gifted to them if they meet some quota. Most do not reach the quota and then disappointment ensues. Some parents meet the quota by hawking these things at work. And you know if you support one co-worker’s child, you feel pressured to support them all.

I did recently subscribe to a quarterly publication of Appalachian Magazine. I love reading stories about the place I call home. We will see if their stories are worth renewing.

Right now, one subscription is more than enough for me.

This post was inspired by Linda Hill’s Just Jot It January. Today’s inspiration word was supplied by Willow. Please check out both their blogs.




SoCS and JusJoJan – It Moves Me

Linda has given us an interesting prompt this morning:

Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “the first 3 words of the first full sentence.” Okay, follow me here. This is what I want you to do: 1. Grab the closest book to you when you sit down to write your post. 2. Open it to a random page. 3. Locate the first complete sentence on that page. 4. Use the first three words of that sentence to start your post, then take it from there–write whatever comes to mind. That’s it! Have fun!

The book closest to me was “The Illusion of Monday” written by Kyle Cease.

It moves me when I see miracles. What? You don’t see them? I do. Every day. I see the sun rise and light up the trees with a golden color that can hardly be reproduced anywhere else. Painters and photographers dream of that golden light. I see rainbows and think how miraculous they are. Watching a newborn baby first see this big noisy world they were born into I s also nothing short of miraculous.

It moves me when children laugh. Their laughter is pure and honest and infectious. Sheer joy seems to be trained out of us as we learn what it is like to be an adult. We need new training that teaches us what it is like to be a child.

It moves me to see the kindness of strangers. “The Helpers” as Fred Rogers referred to them. The people who have nothing to gain by helping others. They have a purity of spirit.

It moves me to read a good book. One that makes me forget I am reading a book. The type of book where I become one of the characters and purposely read the book slowly to delay the inevitable last page.

It moves me to share ideas and creative space with others. I almost said ‘like minded souls’ but those are the comfortable people. But it can be more moving to listen to the ideas of people who challenge us.

It moves me to think about all the blessings that have been afforded to me in my lifetime. Those thoughts are a nice place to conclude this post and dwell in the memories of all I have been given.

This post is inspired by Linda Hill and her weekly Stream of Consciousness invitation. And because it is January, this also part of Just Jot It January. Please take time to visit Linda’s blog and maybe buy one of her books if you are moved to do so.