Hierarchy of Hurts

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Some would say there’s a Hierarchy to Hurt.  Some Hurts are Greater than Others.

So They Say.

So Let’s see How Hurts Stack….

Murder is a Greater Hurt than Smouldering Resentment.

Adultery is a Greater Hurt than a Chronic Wandering Eye.

A Upper Cut to the Jaw a Greater Hurt than a Passively Stated Insult.

A Stab Wound is a Greater Hurt than Testimony Altering Slander.

Change Your Mind?

I Hope So….

I Love You

xoxo

One Sentence

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You have a run in your pantyhose.

Let me get the hair off your back.

You have something on your shirt.

Why does the smallest errant food particle…

A hair no longer attached to our head and now attached to our shirt…

A rogue thread in our tights…

Cause us to feel

Naked.

Exposed.

Less Than.

Asking for a Friend…
xoxo

There’s Something About Sunrise

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(The view from my bed this morning…)

There is something so soothing about the weight of my precious Labrador Charlie pressed against my body in bed in the morning. The morning sun lightening the dark navy sky to a soft yellow. Newly fallen snow covering the branches of my backyard foliage, creating a winter fairyland. My bed is so warm and comforting.

I gently push Charlie off me and plant my feet in my cozy slippers. My robe is thrown on haphazardly as I do my morning shuffle to the coffee maker. The incandescent light of my kitchen softly welcoming my sleepy body to a new dawn.

There’s a tickle in my tummy. Life is exciting these days. For no reason in particular. It’s really just winter. It’s really just Calgary, Alberta. It’s really just my little home in the middle of the city. It’s also Wednesday, after all.

But in my chest is a beating heart. The sun has come peeking in my window again. The possibilities are endless! The experiences so beautiful awaiting me today…! A smile from a child. Laughter with a coworker. Something yummy in my tummy. Beautiful snowfall. A day in peaceful Canada. With peace in my heart.

Here’s to a sunshiny day to all of you!

xoxo

Strawberry Haired Fairies and Other Brave Warriors

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My Little Neice (well she’s Thirty Five, but to me she will always be the Strawberry Haired Fairy who made me an Auntie at Seven. ) delivered her Fourth Child Hazel Jean Yesterday.

 **Ok – this is being finished a year late***

This Precious Human inspires me every day. She is a Single Mom of Four. Every Day is a Struggle. A Juggle.

Every Day she Clings to Her Joy. Sends me Youtubes and Jokes that cause Tears to Stream Down my Face.

Bible Verses. Inspiring Quotes. Pictures of Hazel with a Spaghetti Hat.

Lots of Nights her Weary Body Finds Rest and Comfort on Her Knees. Trusting the One who Plans our Tomorrows. Our Sorrows and our Joys.

We can Trust what comes from the Hand of Our Creator.

Thanks to all the Strugglers. The Jugglers. The Warriors.

You are my Hero. Joline . You are my Hero.

I love you Girl.

And I Love You Too Sweet Reader.

xoxo

Heart Goals..

 

I sent this picture to a few of my favourite people.  I said, ” what I want my heart to look like”.  I found it SO interesting that that was my first thought when I looked at that picture.  So my next question was, “What is it that you see when you look at this picture?”  So from what I can see, here it is…

  • nothing is for show.  someone entered the kitchen and took a picture because the sun rays were beaming in.  the moment of stillness caught on film in a fraction of time.  the brita drink container in its useful ugliness wasn’t even put away for a better shot.
  • it’s not fancy.  nobody has tried to capture the perfection of pinterest in this kitchen. the drawers are melamine.  the fabric under the sink is from a discount booth at a Walmart. but, in my heart,  no “perfectly put together” and Italian marble could capture the essence of this kitchen.
  • all the things I love and matter to me are in this kitchen.  sun rays.  warmth.  love of nature. comfort.  sustenance.  humility.  beauty.  safety. functionality. ease. and most of all, AUTHENTICITY. there’s also a beautiful aged chandelier adding a touch of glamour to the room.

 

So Yes, I want my heart to look like this kitchen on a summers day.  The window is thrown open.  Cats bask on the window sill.  There’s onions ripening for a family dinner on the counter top.  The unpretentious  brita jug is in plain view.  There’s a touch of glamour in the chandelier adding a touch of celebration to its function. a little indescript clock is marking time.

There’s a chair waiting in the dining nook for you, my friend.

Let’s Share this life Together.

I love you all.

xoxo

Change of Heart

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I used to resent special treatment.  I can hold my own door, thank you.  The other day I had a change of heart.  Two gentlemen stood on either side of the elevator and held it while I got on.  Wow.  Was my heart ever a puddle of love and respect for them.  I wanted to reciprocate.   Did it ever start a conversation in my head for the rest of the day.  I queried.  I introspected.  I wondered.  I understand the women that don’t want this.  I used to see it as pandering.  Thinking to myself, “Oh yeah, now what?  My number?  My address?”

Instead these men just kindly continued to discuss a deal they’re working on.  They just were humbly doing what they felt good doing.  That was holding the elevator for a woman.

I’d say their mamas raised them right.

Thank You to the men who just want to Do Right in their place in society.  They crave the peace that comes from Nobility.  From Dignity.  From Being True Gentlemen.

On the Other Hand, I will Do My Best to Be a Lady.  Kind.  Virtuous. Discreet.

Here’s to Chivalrous Men.  Here’s to Ladylike Women.

Have a Wonderful Weekend Lovelies.

xoxo

 

Can I Have Your Name Please?

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The Dreaded Question.  My Name is Long.  Convoluted.  Some would Say Pretty.  I’ve Come to Terms with It.  It is French, After All.  I Adore All Things French.

So the Spelling…Jeannine….is Tricky for Even the Brilliant.

Starbucks can be Tricky.

“Can I have your name please?”  …”Sure…it’s Jeannine..”…

The Barista stares without comprehending for a moment at the screen trying to imagine the spelling.  The inevitable question becomes, “Can you spell that?”.  “okay, so J….”…”G?”…”No, J…”.  And So It Begins.

Sometimes I just say “Janine.”  That seems easier.

Today I had an Epiphany.

I, on a whim, decided to say “Susan.”  It was Brilliant.  No Questions Asked.  No Spelling Needed.  Win!  I Felt a Giggle well up in my tummy.  Humour on Monday Morning.  Win!  A Chance to Practice My Memory Skills by having to Actively Listen for “Susan” and responding in kind instead of Just Crickets as the barista stares and motions with the drink.  You know, the “two pump” I call it.  The double nod and the double fist pump as they try to entice you out of your reverie and forward to grab the drink you ordered. WIN!!

So today, it’s Susan.  Tomorrow it’ll be Chris.  If they ask me if its a C or a K…that’s still easier than…”there’s two n’s in the middle?”…”oh so like Jean-nine…!!”…

Yep, thanks Parents…love you so much, but honestly the name is a pain in the pahoukie (behind in Hawaiian)

Love you, Happy Monday!

Susan