Tag: Mother

365 Creativity Project-Day 139

Journal entry:

Journal 5-27-20120001

Today’s poem is derived from The Sunday Whirl. I hope maybe you will take time to create something from this wordle.

The Reunion

I scrape off the rough barnacles
That cocoon my flinty tongue,
The words brittle like old chalk
Blur in the austere presence
Of those drenched in the cold hate
Splattered upon me by their slander
Which burnished my youthful days,
And yet I speak soft syllables
Of generous friendliness
Accepting them without regret
Moving beyond the fallen tears.

Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Sunday, May 27, 2012

Photographs:

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A few books for inspiration…

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Hope…

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Mom’s plant I gave her for Mother’s Day…

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Mom, Hope and Ko-Ko…

I am grateful:

1.   Laura and Alex had some time to spend together before his deployment to Afghanistan.
2.   I can rely on God to make life worthwhile.
3.   The internet allows me to stay connected to others for whom I care.
4.   Tomato soup and toasted cheese sandwiches made us a good supper.
5.   Writing is an honest joy.

I hope you are enjoying this Memorial Day weekend, and that you remember why we celebrate. I believe creativity honors our time here, so do something creative today.

If you enjoyed this entry, or have suggestions for improvement, please leave me a comment.

Always,
Jo Ann

365 Creativity Project-Day 134

Journal entry:

Journal 5-22-20120001

Today my poetry prompt came from Carry On Tuesday. You should try their site if you are looking for inspiration.

After All, Tomorrow Is Another Day

These things you say I should do,
You have no real conception
What you are asking of me,
Nor how ill prepared I am
To take on additional
Tasks beyond my regular
Responsibilities now.

My disorders render me
Unable to accomplish
The many things required on
Ordinary every days.
It is God’s grace providing
All the care I am able
To give my full attention.

I do my personal best,
But eventually there
May come a crisis in time
Where someone else has to take
On accountability
As incapability
Might overcome my usefulness.

For now I am still enough,
After all, tomorrow
Is another day and it
Is all in the hands of God
Come whatever will He sees
Fit to bestow upon us,
But do not expect the most of me.

Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Unfortunately, that poem made my Mom cry because she knows how easily I could have problems that incapacitated me. I have both Schizo-Affective Disorder and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Either one could render me unable to care for her and the dogs for a time, but I hope God will continue to see fit to bless me with strength to do the things I must. My sister-in-law, Linda, indicated I should do something that I cannot manage and inspired the content of the poem. My family should back me up so that all the responsibility is not mine, but they don’t.

Photographs:

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Mom close up…

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Mom…

I am grateful:

1.   I woke up early.
2.   There were Oreo cookies for breakfast.
3.   I finally found a parking space at the hospital.
4.   The printer cartridge was the right one.
5.   We were able to skip Wal-Mart today.

I hope your Tuesday was less problematic than mine. Try to do something creative before you retire tonight.

If you feel moved, please leave me a comment.

Always,
Jo Ann 

365 Creativity Project-Day 125

Journal entry:

Journal 5-13-20120001

Card to my Mom:

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Today’s prompt was to write an insult poem:

Damn

You are not the one
I think of when I need help
Because you have left
Me alone to handle all
The problems that befall us.

I am sure you think
I should hold you in esteem,
But you will never
Have my respect after all
The years you have been absent.

I do not need you
I have long since moved beyond
Dependence on you;
Just get on with your sweet life
And let me keep on with mine.

I could almost hate
You for your lack of caring,
But it would do me
More harm than it would do you,
So just stay the hell away.

Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Sunday, May 13, 2012

Photographs:

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Lily spotted with rain…

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Rose with raindrops…

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Fig leaf with water droplets…

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Weed…

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Peace Lily…

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Weed…

I am grateful:

1.   I can be a help to my Mom in her later years.
2.   I got up early.
3.   Mom enjoyed the lunch I cooked.
4.   It rained.
5.   I talked to my friend, Bernice.

I hope you have enjoyed a very special day. I am sure you can do something creative before the end of the day.

If you feel inclined, please leave me a comment with your thoughts.

Always,
Jo Ann

365 Creativity Project-Day 124

Journal entry:

Journal 5-12-20120001

I Am So Over Our Past

We were then as one
I was happier than ever,
But it could not last.
Our destiny together
Was to be driven apart.

I no longer pine
For your arms wrapped around
My wistful body.
I have found my happiness
Beyond those old boundaries.

I left yesterday
In the shadows languishing
Without amorous
Memories to idolize;
I am so over our past.

Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Saturday, May 12, 2012

Photographs:

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Kirby…

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Mother and child…

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Iron…

I am grateful:

1.   I have some wonderful music to which I can listen.
2.   My iPod keeps my whole musical library sorted.
3.   My Bose SoundDock renders music perfectly.
4.   The Kirby helps me keep the floors clean.
5.   Mom is here with me.

I hope your Saturday has been pleasant. Take a few moments to do something creative. It should not be hard for you at all.

Let me know what you think of today’s entry by leaving a comment.

Always,
Jo Ann

A Review of A Book I Loved

If you are looking for an excellent gift for the readers in your life on Mother’s Day, I believe you will make them very happy if you give them this superb book.

The Other Life by Ellen Meister is the most beautiful book I have read in years. The story is full of love, pain, joy, and triumph. The characters touch the heart and make one cheer. The choice between two lives is portrayed with great care.

What if you could step from one reality to another? How would you choose between those you love? The choice to go into a life where there is less personal turmoil would tempt anyone, especially if the other life held someone very dear. Quinn is faced with no easy choices. She lives honestly and goes through a huge dilemma deciding her fate and that of those she loves.

I give this book my highest recommendation. I believe the story will touch your heart and make you think. There is so much contained within the covers of this volume. The secondary characters are well developed and presented with loving consideration. Go get this book and read it, you will not regret a single moment you spend with this splendid tale.

Always,
Jo Ann J. A. Jordan