Unseen, the person lost in the darkness who sees the tiny light.
And yet I have optimism. Hope.
And though things look bad, and as a realist I can see it might not all work out, to live at that lowered end of the see-saw means you miss the sensation of flying.
Just Jot it January 2023, and it’s brought to you by Carol Anne. Thank you, Carol Anne! Please be sure to visit Carol Anne’s blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 15th 2023, is “gratitude.” Use the word “gratitude” any way you’d like. Have fun!
Gratitude grows with age. At least it has for me. From the days of birthing babies until they grew into wonderful adults that feeling of lucky and blessed has grown with them.
Now having just turned 73, I find so much in every hour to be grateful for. I think I’m most thankful that I am still learning every day. But health seems to be growing and my life is full of love. What more could one want?
Friendship is a fun word. I picture my friends and I on a cruise of life. Sometimes we’ve been in the thick of it dealing with the weather clouding our lives. Other times we’re on that adventure cruise, maybe a Disney type with so much adrenaline going sleep wouldn’t happen for days.
Some friendships are the sunset gazing, philosophical. Others musically harmonic. Still others were bonded with games or writing. Or yarn!!! So many overlap. Submarine or sailboat?
I have been so blessed with the many friends and the ships we’ve sailed together. Happy sails to all of you!
The sweet people of the world don’t get enough credit. That person who helps you out with an order gone wrong, Amazon, last night. They walked me through and within minutes we were whole.
Sweet medical staff that explain and even hold your hand in the scary times.
That sweet pup or kitten that snuggles when you’re feeling low.
These are the sweets allowed. I hope to be sweet for others when I can. It’s a great people goal. We all need times to say:
Here we are again, JusJoJan. A fun way to kick the resolution to write every day into gear. See what I did there?
Per Linda:. Your prompt for JusJoJan January 1st 2023, is “resolution.” Use the word “resolution” any way you’d like. Have fun!
I don’t do well with resolutions. It’s a sure fire way to get a couple of days of habit forming the good or eliminating the bad ways to fall on the floor with my inner teen rebel. I prefer seeing the end result in my head. I see if it seems in attunement with my nature. Can I see the possibilities of it working with my passions? If so no other thought is necessary.
That worked quite well for me for a couple of years. My weight had dropped and my blood tests have improved a lot. All from the thought that what my son said about Keto/fasting felt right to me. It had been easy. I don’t work hard at it. I just follow my mind/body. If, as my birthday, I want pizza, I have it with a passion and go back to healthy the next day. See? No resolution. Just keep leaning toward what feels right to my body.
I have always thought that Christmas Eve is the coziest day of the year.
Maybe I have to take that back. As a child it was full of angst. But my brothers and I had a system. We could look through the heater on the wall between the bedrooms area and the Christmas tree/living room area. Yep, saw the bikes one time.
Though most of the best presents didn’t come until after our bedtime.
But just before bed Dad would read us The Night Before Christmas. I loved the man in the kerchief and lady in the hat the narrator spoke of. Little did I know I would one day live where it would get cold enough to wear a hat to bed.
There was hot chocolate and candy canes. Sometimes we went to church. But mostly Dad would read the story of Mary and baby Jesus and tuck us in for the long winter’s nap. Oops. I just realized I had it backwards. It’s “With Ma in her kerchief and I in my hat.” Sorry about that.
Even when my kids were young I tried to follow the tradition. No dividing heater. Hot chocolate, fire in the window of the propane heater. Warm and full of love. The next day my folks would play Santa by bringing more gifts than my husband and I could possibly afford. I called my kids the richest poor kids around.
For us that quiet cozy night was preparing us for the loudest day possible.
So many memories. They bring the inner cozy with them.
Merry Christmas Eve. May it be full of cozy memories
I was very surprised when this treasure was given to me recently. It is so cute and functional for the holidays. And I know a lot of work went into it. I am now on a path to learn to make these, too. Thank you, Millie!
I can see potpourri, or nuts, or candies, even a tea light (battery not wax). I will take good care of this for Christmas futures.
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
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