Peace and love, from me to you! Janet
Well I’m taking a break from writing my Confessions story for awhile. At least until after Christmas. Don’t quote me though, because I’m known for changing my mind a lot!
I have discovered, however, that it’s good to keep reflecting and writing, because I’m growing and learning a little more each time that I do. I was just telling Gil yesterday that I’ve been more emotional lately. Sadness, joy, gratitude… all sorts of feelings.
Since I’ve poured so much of my life out, it seems like some real healing is taking place inside. It’s probably obvious by now (or maybe not) that I’m not giving a complete tell-all here. I mean, there are LOTS of things that I censor out of the blog. Especially when they involve other people—that I was married to perhaps? (Hint Hint).
I could write an entire book about those things, but there’s really no point. The stories themselves won’t help anyone, but some things I learned after the fact WILL… and I’ll talk about those later.
That’s about it for now. I’ve been anxious to post a festive photo and the décor here just isn’t very photogenic! So…I took a shot at an ornament on our front porch and made some art. It’s my way of saying—from my abode to yours—
Merry Christmas — California style!
I thought the art captured exactly what it feels like to be in my neck of the woods for the holidays. A little chilly, but sunny and blue!
Peace and Love everyone!
Never think that what you have to offer is insignificant. There will always be someone out there who needs exactly what you have to give.
Why I didn’t think of this before? I LOVE the night. Right now it’s raining too, so it’s even better. Anyway… that’s where Joy was discovered today—in the night.
Between that Ginkgo and the Joy ornament, I think I’ll be happy when this is all over with. Oh, and to save myself the joy of doing another JOY post tomorrow—here is tomorrow’s joy…
I think that wraps up the Joy posts until Saturday night.
Call me crazy, but I have a plan. I’ve been wanting to do holiday photos but haven’t been getting out much yet. I picked up a $3 ornament and I’m going to use it as my prop for the next 13 days. Discovering Joy. Kind of like, Elf on the Shelf.
Sounds a bit childlike, but that’s how I feel and that’s how I want to stay this Christmas.
Have a joyful day everyone!
I’ve been a little weepy this past week. The strangest thing triggered it, too. My very first LONG road trip was in 2002 or 2003. My two youngest sons and I drove from California to Georgia to see my oldest graduate from boot camp. I encouraged him to see the world, so he took my advice and left for Germany not long after this photo of us was taken.
It was a wonderful and memorable trip that I’ll NEVER forget. Fort Worth Texas was one of our stops and they had beautiful lights up, and a horse and carriage trotting through the street. It was magical!
I have one photo that I took of my three boys at the base, after the ceremony—just after I pinned my son’s Infantry Blue Cord onto his uniform. My boys were all smiles in the photo. Not until later did I notice another soldier standing behind them, to their right. Everywhere else in the background you see families, happy and hugging, and there was this young man—alone, and staring ahead. His cord was still in his hand. I’m not sharing it out or respect for his anonymity.
I don’t know why but I’m in tears even now when I write this! His face, for some reason, is forever etched in my mind. I have no idea what his story was, or where his family was, but I know that if I had noticed him at the time- I would have gone over to him. It’s one of those things where you wish you could go back and do a do-over.
Anyhow, I cried for him the other night when I saw that photo again. It’s likely he ended up being shipped to Afghanistan, and I just prayed that he’s alive and happy somewhere.
I know—strange story. It’s been on my mind for a week now and I needed to write about it and get it off of my chest.
All in all, the trip is another precious memory I hold on to. And this story itself is a great reminder to me: Be grateful. Love and hug your family often, and never take your life—or theirs—for granted. Always be kind and look out for others, even strangers. They may not have what you have, and may be in dire need a smile, a hug, or just an encouraging word.
Or maybe someone to pin their Infantry Blue Cord onto their uniform.