Man, Woman, Birth, Child, Death and Infinity

Mother ~ Woman


Mother, the first human touch
Opens our eyes and leads us
To a new world.
Having life’s experiences, good, bad and indifferent
Everyday arising centered or losing my way
Remembering you.






Thanksgiving. A time for looking around and seeing not what we don’t have but what we do have. This statement seems to get lost in the everyday business of the 21st century. First thing most individuals do and I’m just guessing, is fly for their cell phones. The coffee pot. The TV remote. The chair at the kitchen table, grab the Black Friday ads and study the strategy for tomorrow. (Black Friday)

To really put it out there from the heart, I love Thanksgiving. The fall colors, slight chill if not brutal chill outdoors, all nice and crispy. Now for the indoors. The smell of turkey or ham, sweet potatoes, corn, roasted buns (and not mine) cranberry’s, egg nog. Beverages: Merlot and Lambrusco. Stemmed glasses and grandmothers favorite silverware of old.

As the celebration is being prepared, I wonder how many of us really and I mean really look around as we are in the crowded kitchen and count the things we do HAVE? Or are we eyeing the BIG TV’s, the next elaborate cell phone for selfies and the DOOR BUSTERS?

Today for myself and not selfishly but sharing, I’m thankful for God, family and friends. For two reasons. One, less costly. Two. Most important. I very seldom speak of biblical verses here, but today, is special. The one verse that I take kindly too is:

Matthew 6:25-27 “That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing? Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?

I will confess and beg the difference with part of the verse. Agree life IS more important but I think and believe, if I DIDN’T wear clothes, my life would truly cause an uproar and I’d be put somewhere where I’d be less important in my snug white coat. Yes, I do look at the birds as well, but yesterday, I saw my feathered friends grappling for food at the feeder. I’m not so sure God feeds them, but I do as my dependents. I’ve been chosen to provide willingly. Indirectly at times He does provide. Now if I could add them to my taxes at the end of year, it would be a joyous task at tax time.

Now on a serious side. It is so true how many of us worry and even are fearful today and fret with all that is going on around us. Not so easy, to just stop and NOT worry. What really struck me most about the passage is and quote “Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?” Stop and think about that.

How many single moments have been added to our lives (longevity) by worrying about the tax collector, the virus in our computers, rising cable costs, President Donald Trump inserting foot in mouth, and finally, worrying about where the next dollar will come from to feed the kids? Or the birds? 

In finality, I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth and life hasn’t dealt me the best hand. I’ve learned to play the hand, be grateful, stay in the game and not fold. Most of all, I’m thankful for all of that. 

Onward and upward’

A Conversation with God on Election Night

God: “Phew, looking down on earth and seeing the United States and seeing my loved ones flying to poles. Ohhhh wait, polls. I’m scratching my cranium over that.”

Jan, the Daily Reporter: Well God, we vote down here.

God: Strange, when those who believe in Me and my creation, there is no need to vote.

Jan, the Daily Reporter: Tonight is the BIG ONE! The red vs the blue!

God: Huh? Colors? My eyes don’t see color. Red, blue, black, white, green or pink, nor brown. My eyes and heart can only see humanity as one color.

Jan, the Daily Reporter: For some reason, the human palette sees many colors, like a coat of many colors and the human race that you created is having trouble getting past diversity.

God:  Well ahem now, not my intent. The creation I desired was for nature to be colorful and man and woman were to follow suit in uniformity without animosity.

Jan, the Daily Reporter: Well God, I hate to be the first to tell you, it isn’t working out that way. There is much division. Here comes the colors again, Red~Republicans and Blue~Democrats on this election night. Many people of color, white, red, black and brown are hopefully voting. Voting for righteousness and solidarity. There is a wedge causing a crevice that seems to be getting bigger of discord. How can man, woman and child reconcile?

God: Stop. Regroup. Pour yourselves another! Coffee, Tea, Milk, Kentucky Bourbon or have more of Me.

Jan, the Daily Reporter: Well, I’ll drink to that! Choosing you. Moving along, let me ask your thoughts about illegal immigration.

God: I was an immigrate in many lands that I journeyed. There were those that fed Me. There were those that clothed Me. I was very thankful for the hospitality as many hope to be upon entering a new land. Although, sojourns are only temporal. They must follow the laws of the land.

Jan, the Daily Reporter: Now I know you won’t understand this, ooops, relying on my own understanding and forgetting your understanding above all, its time to move along to get to CNN to see the tallies. It’s a busy night earth time. I believe you are with us all and ALL the authorities of this land. We hope to choose wisely for this land but we can only hope for your Providence on this night. 

Onward and Upward

NOT again!

I try not to write about violence and discord here but enough already! My condolences to the victim’s families and the Jewish community in Pittsburgh.

I’m going to put it out there because I’m frustrated for our society. I’m going to date myself here and say, “yes, in the 60’s there was turmoil. The Vietnam War, Civil rights protests, Two assassinations, US President John F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King, Cuban Missile Crisis (which today’s generation doesn’t even know about and the seriousness), The Chicago Seven, The Black Panthers, Patty Hearst kidnapping and along with that came a happier note, the first man landing on the moon placing the American flag proudly.

Yes, a time of unrest, uncertainty and fear. There were four presidents during that time, Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson and Nixon. During this time, if memory serves me right, often not, but NO MASS shootings. My point is, today there is a lot of rhetoric and negativity that is being blamed for the turmoil and uneasiness politically but mostly for the shootings. Let me add, we had profound protests in the 60’s without mass shootings. Also, the guns were available to sane and insane. Responsible and irresponsible gun owners. 

Looking back on April 20, 1999 http://Columbine High School massacre was the beginning and no end in sight, when it all began. During this time it was President Bill Clinton (Democrat) in office having to deliver a speech to the nation of condolences. (8 mass shootings) Following this administration came George W. Bush (Republican; 8 mass shootings. Barack Obama (Democrat, 24 mass shootings. Present day, Donald Trump, (Republican, 4 mass shootings) Table

The nation today is in a flux wondering who, what, why and who to blame. All presidencies have had mass shootings regardless of rhetoric. Period.

My Take: There is consistent hate towards cultures that are misunderstood creating an atmosphere and a divide. Is it ignorance of history? Is it not being taught in schools? Jewish culture, American Negro culture, Native American culture? Pioneer culture? Spanish culture? Ohhhh and lets throw in the American constitution at its original best. How many of us really understand what is on this great piece of paper? When and why it was even devised? With all that said, let us stop being ignorant and blaming the right and the left. Lets ALL meet half way and start calling ourselves Americans again. Forget the election of 2016. President is our President now. If you leave here getting nothing let me leave this with you, change is constant. Nothing remains the same. Not even presidents. Let us go forth and be a part of the solution and not the problem. Leave your guns at home.

Waking Hours

Finding the floor to explore
Another day leaving behind the nightly snore.
The eastern sky is wakening
To embrace the hours ahead.

Traipsing to the kitchen to the smell of coffee
Finding the cup of favorites
Looking forward and wondering the days offering
Still yawning and smelling the coffee. 


a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, NIV

Couldn’t help the other day while walking only to look at the trees and see the colors change. Gods colored pencil draws such magnificent nature and its beauty. 

On the other hand, its sad to see the trees and foliage undress for the hard winters ahead. All that comes to mind is change is forever constant. Isn’t that true in our lives as well? Complacency is the devils work shop. 

The Robin Williams Syndrome

Remember that expression “Laughing on the outside, yet crying on the inside?” It would be so easy to say, “It’s the sign of the times.” Its Trumps fault. It’s the New Age “Me Too” movements fault.” It’s the sky’s fault because it’s falling.”

Some dear friends of mine are going through life now, realizing they have everything but happiness eludes them. Very special people in fact who I thought had it all (and do). Frankly, I was envious of them. As I read a post from a sadden individual who is Robin Williams on the outside, fun, jovial etc.,I realized my envy was unrealistic. There was a sudden lift of a cloud that I have been carrying overhead. Also, a small pebble hit me in the head. Not literally. 

How many have walked beside a Robin Williams whether it be a friend or family member, and didn’t realize how much “hurt and struggle” was going on in the inside of that person? Or how many of us ARE Robin Williams, faking it on the outside and truly feeling exasperated, sad on the inside only to dive into bed at night, “Phew, only for a little while, I don’t have to fake it?”

Today is a new day as every day is at sun rise. We have all that we need. The air we breath, God, family and friends.

To my Robin Williams friends, “Lets don’t try so hard. Go with the river and prepare for the next rapids.” That’s all that is expected of us. Also, to love thy neighbor as thyself. Spread it around. 


Today I had a revelation. Change is constant.
I went to my book study this morning. We
are studying the book, The Gift of Years by Joan
Chittister. Some of the things that Joan mentions
is so true to my life and its hitting me like a lead balloon.
I’m realizing this age is the new age. Time to turn the page
and move on. Time to make new friends, make new stories.
Tell old stories to new friends in a new place.

I’ve been in mom’s house approximately 3 years since her passing
and it would be so easy to cling to security and old friends, but things have
changed now and I know that.

Fathers Day

Another year gone past and again, Fathers Day
There is so much I’d like to say
It could be an essay, but you have gone away
To the Heavenly Broadway.

Many barbecues at beaches and celebrations
Many alterations to our family generation
We haven’t forgotten the loving and caring
While you were here.

We have not forgotten the loving and caring we
learned for each other now that you are gone from earth
We know you are there with our Heavenly Father
Who celebrates Fathers Day every day!

Fathers lead and surround the family clutch
Fathers are line judges, coaches and sometimes crutches
They bring home the pay check, put food on the table, hug their children
Go to little league ball games but most of all, Fathers Love.

Thank you Dad! Will Meet Again on the Heavenly boardwalk!