I am thankful:
1. Alex's girlfriend, Laura, made the drive here safely last night. She came to renew Alex's tags because he was unable to get leave time.
2. I have done several pages of journaling this week.
3. My phone is working after going out of service last Thursday. I will not be billed a service call because the problem was at the junction box.
4. Mom is feeling a little better after having a bad cough earlier in the week.
5. I use Microsoft One Note to write some of my journal entries and really like the program's interface.
6. Mom bought me a package of ice cream.
7. We live outside of the city and most of the time it is peaceful and quiet here.
8. My baby, my puppy dog, Hope, keeps me company.
9. I ordered a year subscription to O magazine, a tote bag with logo, and a white tee-shirt with logo from www.mycokerewards.com. Because I had the points these things were free.
10. My niece, Leigh, and I are very close. She and her family are helping out here and that lifts some of the burden on me.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Creative Thinking
Creative Journal – Entry Two – Creative Thinking
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Creative thinking is thinking beyond the constraints of what I should, or ought, to think. I am able to travel anywhere in my mind and think of anything I please. I have no limits. Coming up with unique and outlandish thoughts is acceptable and even good. I can write from this place of safety and non-judgment. Sometimes my thoughts get predictable and are not very creative. It is then that I find myself unable to write or create anything of worth. Often I want some inspiration to bring myself into a creative state of mind. My everyday life is not always inspirational and I cannot necessarily pull inspiration into myself.
Creative thinking solves problems and moves me beyond my normal experience. It helps me deal with the issues of my life. Even when I am not inspired, some measure of creativity informs my days. I would face infinite boredom were I not a creative person. I have to think creatively to move beyond a constant sense of depression and defeatism. Creative thinking is optimistic, seeing the good in even mundane situations. Creative thinking makes walking Hope on the same path repeatedly into an adventure. It makes the subtle changes in scenery and the attitude of the dog a delight. Creative thinking makes routine tasks interesting and worthwhile. It gives me gifts of insight and encouragement. Ordinary things become extraordinary when viewed creatively. Creative thinking allows me to move outside myself and look at things from different perspectives. I can see more than one side of a problem when I engage creatively.
Last night I went to bed about 11:45 and woke at 5:50 this morning. With Mom gone, I have to sleep with both Hope and Ko-Ko. Ko-Ko is only five months old and wants to play early in the morning. She woke me licking my face. Even so, I had a lot more sleep than the night before and I feel better this morning.
The funeral for Terry went well yesterday. June is coping well. I feel so sorry for her, but I know Mom’s being with her is a great comfort. I am glad to watch over things here while Mom is away. She will not be coming home until Wednesday afternoon at the earliest.
It is nice to have the house to myself. I can do whatever pleases me. I am not too constrained when Mom is home. Some of her habits like running the television so much are a little annoying. She eats on an earlier schedule than I like and I usually feel obliged to eat when she does so we can share our meals. I am listening to more music, and at a higher volume, than I am able to when she is home. I eat when I get hungry and that works well for me too.
This morning I finished reading Creative Journal Writing by Stephanie Dowrick. I read the whole book and am going back to do all the excellent exercises. It will take months to finish them. I found this a very inspiring book. I am handling the process a little differently than she suggests. I am journaling on the laptop and she recommends writing free hand in a paper-based journal. She recommends keeping the journal completely private and I am sharing mine with the Journal Writing group. I guess as with most things I have to take what works for me and disregard the rest. I may even eventually post some of what I write here on my blog. I need to bring the blog up to date and post regular entries there. I have rather neglected it for some time.
I kept my weekly food journal for one week. It is interesting to look back over what I have eaten. Writing down my consumption limits it. I find it amusing that it works that way, but I do not want to eat as much so I will not have to write down great quantities of food. It would be embarrassing to have a huge list, even with only me looking at the journal. I am one weird person.
Well that is all for now. I have to get dressed and walk Hope while there is a break in the rain.
Always,
Jo Ann
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Creative thinking is thinking beyond the constraints of what I should, or ought, to think. I am able to travel anywhere in my mind and think of anything I please. I have no limits. Coming up with unique and outlandish thoughts is acceptable and even good. I can write from this place of safety and non-judgment. Sometimes my thoughts get predictable and are not very creative. It is then that I find myself unable to write or create anything of worth. Often I want some inspiration to bring myself into a creative state of mind. My everyday life is not always inspirational and I cannot necessarily pull inspiration into myself.
Creative thinking solves problems and moves me beyond my normal experience. It helps me deal with the issues of my life. Even when I am not inspired, some measure of creativity informs my days. I would face infinite boredom were I not a creative person. I have to think creatively to move beyond a constant sense of depression and defeatism. Creative thinking is optimistic, seeing the good in even mundane situations. Creative thinking makes walking Hope on the same path repeatedly into an adventure. It makes the subtle changes in scenery and the attitude of the dog a delight. Creative thinking makes routine tasks interesting and worthwhile. It gives me gifts of insight and encouragement. Ordinary things become extraordinary when viewed creatively. Creative thinking allows me to move outside myself and look at things from different perspectives. I can see more than one side of a problem when I engage creatively.
Last night I went to bed about 11:45 and woke at 5:50 this morning. With Mom gone, I have to sleep with both Hope and Ko-Ko. Ko-Ko is only five months old and wants to play early in the morning. She woke me licking my face. Even so, I had a lot more sleep than the night before and I feel better this morning.
The funeral for Terry went well yesterday. June is coping well. I feel so sorry for her, but I know Mom’s being with her is a great comfort. I am glad to watch over things here while Mom is away. She will not be coming home until Wednesday afternoon at the earliest.
It is nice to have the house to myself. I can do whatever pleases me. I am not too constrained when Mom is home. Some of her habits like running the television so much are a little annoying. She eats on an earlier schedule than I like and I usually feel obliged to eat when she does so we can share our meals. I am listening to more music, and at a higher volume, than I am able to when she is home. I eat when I get hungry and that works well for me too.
This morning I finished reading Creative Journal Writing by Stephanie Dowrick. I read the whole book and am going back to do all the excellent exercises. It will take months to finish them. I found this a very inspiring book. I am handling the process a little differently than she suggests. I am journaling on the laptop and she recommends writing free hand in a paper-based journal. She recommends keeping the journal completely private and I am sharing mine with the Journal Writing group. I guess as with most things I have to take what works for me and disregard the rest. I may even eventually post some of what I write here on my blog. I need to bring the blog up to date and post regular entries there. I have rather neglected it for some time.
I kept my weekly food journal for one week. It is interesting to look back over what I have eaten. Writing down my consumption limits it. I find it amusing that it works that way, but I do not want to eat as much so I will not have to write down great quantities of food. It would be embarrassing to have a huge list, even with only me looking at the journal. I am one weird person.
Well that is all for now. I have to get dressed and walk Hope while there is a break in the rain.
Always,
Jo Ann
Free Associations
Creative Journal – Entry One - Free Associations
Monday, October 12, 2009
I am reading Creative Journal Writing by Stephanie Dowrick, which I have had for months, but have not opened since I bought it at Borders. I will be doing exercises from this book. I hope that working through these will cause my creativity to flow. I have not written freely in months.
I am writing more since I began participating in the Journal Writing group frequently. I have been a member of the group for years, but have rarely participated. I decided participating might nudge me in the direction of actually journaling.
Journaling is a form of writing I enjoy, but I think what I am actually aiming for is more creative writing like poetry, stories, essays, and possibly even a novel. I am seriously considering NanoWriMo this year. I only have absolutely no idea what I will write about in the novel. I have the idea I worked on in the past, but I do not know that I could get any further with it this year than I have before.
Mom is gone with June so the puppy dogs and I have the house to ourselves. I have turned the iPod in the SoundDock to some instrumental music, which makes a great background for reading and writing. Steven Halpern’s music is grand accompaniment to quiet pursuits. I have several of his CDs loaded on the iPod. They are somewhat new age and inspirational.
Often when Mom is home, I cannot play music because she runs the television constantly. I am not a television person. This season I have found several shows I like to watch in the evenings, but I feel somewhat like I am wasting my time while watching them. Reading seems much more a worthwhile activity.
I considered again working my way through 40 Days and 40 Nights, which is a Guided Journal by Ilene Segalove. I could not muster the stamina for such an undertaking just now. I loved what I accomplished with it when I used it a few years ago. I have those entries saved on the old desktop computer.
I have found it is easier for me to journal on the computer than free hand. I have some beautiful blank books I have collected over the years, but I hardly used them. The collection just takes up a lot of space in my over cluttered room. I should really stop buying blank books, but seem unable to resist beautiful designs.
The clutter in my room is just about to make it unusable. Over nine years of living here, I have collected a lot of stuff. I seem unable to part with any of it so it just keeps piling up. I guess I am a pack rat. If I had more room, it would not be a bad thing.
The clutter is what had almost completely stopped me from using my old desktop computer. The chair at my desk in there was always full of clothes and I hated having to move them to sit down and compute.
I have many instructional books on writing that I have not read. I pick new ones up from time to time at Borders. I tend to read the library books more frequently because I know they must be returned and I know books I have bought will always be here. It is another of the groups of things I collect.
It is raining here and has been since I woke up at 2:48 this morning. I hope it does not cause flooding like a few weeks ago. I am worried that people who have just begun to recover their lives may face disaster again.
I think I have written enough for now. I do not know that I did the free associations as I should, but I made the attempt.
Always,
Jo Ann
Monday, October 12, 2009
I am reading Creative Journal Writing by Stephanie Dowrick, which I have had for months, but have not opened since I bought it at Borders. I will be doing exercises from this book. I hope that working through these will cause my creativity to flow. I have not written freely in months.
I am writing more since I began participating in the Journal Writing group frequently. I have been a member of the group for years, but have rarely participated. I decided participating might nudge me in the direction of actually journaling.
Journaling is a form of writing I enjoy, but I think what I am actually aiming for is more creative writing like poetry, stories, essays, and possibly even a novel. I am seriously considering NanoWriMo this year. I only have absolutely no idea what I will write about in the novel. I have the idea I worked on in the past, but I do not know that I could get any further with it this year than I have before.
Mom is gone with June so the puppy dogs and I have the house to ourselves. I have turned the iPod in the SoundDock to some instrumental music, which makes a great background for reading and writing. Steven Halpern’s music is grand accompaniment to quiet pursuits. I have several of his CDs loaded on the iPod. They are somewhat new age and inspirational.
Often when Mom is home, I cannot play music because she runs the television constantly. I am not a television person. This season I have found several shows I like to watch in the evenings, but I feel somewhat like I am wasting my time while watching them. Reading seems much more a worthwhile activity.
I considered again working my way through 40 Days and 40 Nights, which is a Guided Journal by Ilene Segalove. I could not muster the stamina for such an undertaking just now. I loved what I accomplished with it when I used it a few years ago. I have those entries saved on the old desktop computer.
I have found it is easier for me to journal on the computer than free hand. I have some beautiful blank books I have collected over the years, but I hardly used them. The collection just takes up a lot of space in my over cluttered room. I should really stop buying blank books, but seem unable to resist beautiful designs.
The clutter in my room is just about to make it unusable. Over nine years of living here, I have collected a lot of stuff. I seem unable to part with any of it so it just keeps piling up. I guess I am a pack rat. If I had more room, it would not be a bad thing.
The clutter is what had almost completely stopped me from using my old desktop computer. The chair at my desk in there was always full of clothes and I hated having to move them to sit down and compute.
I have many instructional books on writing that I have not read. I pick new ones up from time to time at Borders. I tend to read the library books more frequently because I know they must be returned and I know books I have bought will always be here. It is another of the groups of things I collect.
It is raining here and has been since I woke up at 2:48 this morning. I hope it does not cause flooding like a few weeks ago. I am worried that people who have just begun to recover their lives may face disaster again.
I think I have written enough for now. I do not know that I did the free associations as I should, but I made the attempt.
Always,
Jo Ann
Friday, April 08, 2005
An Old Poem I Found...
A Change In Life
For years I have walked lonely
The paths of ice
Ever seeking someone warm
A companion on life's way.
For years I have only found
The paths barren
Ever without any fire
In companions who were not true.
Then by chance, destiny changed;
The pathway cleared
Ever to my surprise
A champion, friend, companion was revealed.
For years, future, I shall rejoice
The paths to traverse
Ever sharing experience
In loving life with you.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Thanks for reading...
Smiles,
Jo Ann
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Friday, April 01, 2005
A Very Personal Entry on Loss
THE LAST TIME I SAW MY GIRLS…
The last time I saw my twin baby girls they had never had opportunity to breathe our air. They were dead before they were born. I looked at each exquisite little body and cried for the loss of them. I never heard them cry or laugh, or saw them smile. It was inequitable, and hurt my heart and soul deeply.
I wanted to be their mother tremendously. I so needed to raise my girls and share their triumphs and tears. As I left them cold in the hospital and went back out into my life, I felt diminished. What was I without their presence?
Another bit of walking wounded had taken hold.
Katherine Rose and Melissa Faith were children of love, too magnificent to exist among us. I looked at them and whispered, "I will never forget you." That is a pledge I will always keep.
They were so like their Daddy, and yet a fragment of my characteristics was visible in each form. Leaving them, somehow I wanted to bring my girls with me. They were not there... the part of them I saw was just the shell holding their lives.
Even those little bodies, I desired to take with me. I knew it would not be beneficial, and I had to release them, but I never felt anguish as intensely.
I do not regret carrying them in my womb, but will forever miss their living.
The last time I saw my twins they were nude and I did not expose their bodies completely. I regret I did not see the whole of them one last time.
Just then, I felt as if looking at them I would never be able to leave. I had to go on living. I let them go away, and now I only have their ashes, memories, and photographs. I also carry them alive within my mind…
My girls will never know how much I loved them, but it comforts me to realize how precious they are. The last time I saw my twins I gave them up to God, and honored them by returning to my life.
There is more love in me than ever…
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
The last time I saw my twin baby girls they had never had opportunity to breathe our air. They were dead before they were born. I looked at each exquisite little body and cried for the loss of them. I never heard them cry or laugh, or saw them smile. It was inequitable, and hurt my heart and soul deeply.
I wanted to be their mother tremendously. I so needed to raise my girls and share their triumphs and tears. As I left them cold in the hospital and went back out into my life, I felt diminished. What was I without their presence?
Another bit of walking wounded had taken hold.
Katherine Rose and Melissa Faith were children of love, too magnificent to exist among us. I looked at them and whispered, "I will never forget you." That is a pledge I will always keep.
They were so like their Daddy, and yet a fragment of my characteristics was visible in each form. Leaving them, somehow I wanted to bring my girls with me. They were not there... the part of them I saw was just the shell holding their lives.
Even those little bodies, I desired to take with me. I knew it would not be beneficial, and I had to release them, but I never felt anguish as intensely.
I do not regret carrying them in my womb, but will forever miss their living.
The last time I saw my twins they were nude and I did not expose their bodies completely. I regret I did not see the whole of them one last time.
Just then, I felt as if looking at them I would never be able to leave. I had to go on living. I let them go away, and now I only have their ashes, memories, and photographs. I also carry them alive within my mind…
My girls will never know how much I loved them, but it comforts me to realize how precious they are. The last time I saw my twins I gave them up to God, and honored them by returning to my life.
There is more love in me than ever…
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Creative Journal Entry 13
Send cards… Something about
personal mail brightens a dull day.
I do not send cards like I once did because I seldom received any in return and I like mail as much as the next person does. I did however buy some Blank cards with pictures on them and hope to send some out this year.
I enjoy sending cards because I can say things I might not verbalize in person. It gives me a chance to think about what I am going to say and revise if need be.
I have totally blank cards to make my own designs and sometimes those are very attractive.
I should start sending out cards again, but email is easier.
Smiles,
Jo Ann
personal mail brightens a dull day.
I do not send cards like I once did because I seldom received any in return and I like mail as much as the next person does. I did however buy some Blank cards with pictures on them and hope to send some out this year.
I enjoy sending cards because I can say things I might not verbalize in person. It gives me a chance to think about what I am going to say and revise if need be.
I have totally blank cards to make my own designs and sometimes those are very attractive.
I should start sending out cards again, but email is easier.
Smiles,
Jo Ann
Creative Journal 12
Laugh…
Sometimes it is hard to laugh when there is so much stress. Laughter is a good release of tension so finding something funny in life is a good idea. Sometimes I even fake a laugh and it does something to elevate mood.
I have to find humor in life or it overwhelms me. I will not be overcome by desperation. I will persevere. There is a certain innate humor in life if you are open to it. Things are poetic.
I am thinking about moving some content from Chronicles over here, only because I keep having problems with MSN Spaces. I am not sure this site gets enough traffic yet though. It will be a slow transition.
Smiles,
Jo Ann
Sometimes it is hard to laugh when there is so much stress. Laughter is a good release of tension so finding something funny in life is a good idea. Sometimes I even fake a laugh and it does something to elevate mood.
I have to find humor in life or it overwhelms me. I will not be overcome by desperation. I will persevere. There is a certain innate humor in life if you are open to it. Things are poetic.
I am thinking about moving some content from Chronicles over here, only because I keep having problems with MSN Spaces. I am not sure this site gets enough traffic yet though. It will be a slow transition.
Smiles,
Jo Ann
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Creative Journal 11
Write down your goals…
Know what is really important to you.
Goals, never been good at stating those because whenever I make one I seem to fall way short, so I rarely make them.
I guess right now my main goal is to be an instrument of love in the world. This means that I attempt to show compassion and consideration for all beings I meet and those for which I can pray. It means that I can respect everyone even if I disagree with or dislike them. I ask God to fill me with his love daily and to teach me where I can bring love to light.
It is my goal to journal every day. This does not mean that I will always write a lot, but that I will at least make an effort to confer with my writerly self once per day. (Spell check says writerly is not a word; I say it ought to be)
A long-term goal of mine has been to raise Alex to be an upstanding individual. I think this is being realized. It will not be long before he will be out in the world on his own. Other than burying myself in debt, I think I have performed well on this… the debt I will somehow deal with.
A goal I would like to meet is doing something creative daily. I am trying to do this now but sometimes I would honestly rather read than do the work. Creation is work, even though some people think it all play.
I would like to find a way to make some income. This would bring lots of blessing into my life. Just having some discretional cash without going deeper into debt would be awesome. I wish I could somehow help others and at the same time make money.
I have made very wordy statements for someone who does not think in terms of goals.
Smiles,
Jo Ann
Know what is really important to you.
Goals, never been good at stating those because whenever I make one I seem to fall way short, so I rarely make them.
I guess right now my main goal is to be an instrument of love in the world. This means that I attempt to show compassion and consideration for all beings I meet and those for which I can pray. It means that I can respect everyone even if I disagree with or dislike them. I ask God to fill me with his love daily and to teach me where I can bring love to light.
It is my goal to journal every day. This does not mean that I will always write a lot, but that I will at least make an effort to confer with my writerly self once per day. (Spell check says writerly is not a word; I say it ought to be)
A long-term goal of mine has been to raise Alex to be an upstanding individual. I think this is being realized. It will not be long before he will be out in the world on his own. Other than burying myself in debt, I think I have performed well on this… the debt I will somehow deal with.
A goal I would like to meet is doing something creative daily. I am trying to do this now but sometimes I would honestly rather read than do the work. Creation is work, even though some people think it all play.
I would like to find a way to make some income. This would bring lots of blessing into my life. Just having some discretional cash without going deeper into debt would be awesome. I wish I could somehow help others and at the same time make money.
I have made very wordy statements for someone who does not think in terms of goals.
Smiles,
Jo Ann
Friday, March 25, 2005
Creative Journal 10
Light a candle…
When I light a candle, it makes me feel tranquil. That is a feeling I should make more space for in my life. Often I am so busy with life and doing that I cannot feel at peace.
The scent of a candle can bring feelings of comfort and enjoyment. Life is so harried that these feelings are a pleasant relief.
I should be like a candle lit to illuminate the world. I should bring tranquility, comfort, and enjoyment to those I interact with each day. I am an instrument of God’s love well placed to influence others.
Smiles,
Jo Ann
When I light a candle, it makes me feel tranquil. That is a feeling I should make more space for in my life. Often I am so busy with life and doing that I cannot feel at peace.
The scent of a candle can bring feelings of comfort and enjoyment. Life is so harried that these feelings are a pleasant relief.
I should be like a candle lit to illuminate the world. I should bring tranquility, comfort, and enjoyment to those I interact with each day. I am an instrument of God’s love well placed to influence others.
Smiles,
Jo Ann
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Creative Journal Entry 9
Wherever you live honor your place
by creating a haven of peace.
My room is a haven from the world. I feel at peace when I am alone in my room. I sometimes light a candle or turn on music to intensify the atmosphere.
By keeping my room organized and neat, I make it more peaceful. Everything in my room gives me a unique feeling of belonging.
Smiles,
Jo Ann
by creating a haven of peace.
My room is a haven from the world. I feel at peace when I am alone in my room. I sometimes light a candle or turn on music to intensify the atmosphere.
By keeping my room organized and neat, I make it more peaceful. Everything in my room gives me a unique feeling of belonging.
Smiles,
Jo Ann
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Creative Journal Entry 8
Listen to your favorite song.
Why do you love it?
I have too many favorites to pick only one… but listening to Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones always perks me up. The song is so upbeat and it makes me want to get active. I think I love the song because it lifts my mood. You cannot be depressed listening to Mick sing the lyrics.
Another song I adore is Amazing Grace. I love to sing this song and feel encompassed in the love of God. It is humbling to realize Christ cared enough for me to save me from the wretchedness of my life without His presence.
I enjoy most types of music. Music has a way of making time go by easier. It engages the emotions while hands and minds are busy elsewhere. I am so glad that there is music in my world.
Smiles,
Jo Ann
Why do you love it?
I have too many favorites to pick only one… but listening to Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones always perks me up. The song is so upbeat and it makes me want to get active. I think I love the song because it lifts my mood. You cannot be depressed listening to Mick sing the lyrics.
Another song I adore is Amazing Grace. I love to sing this song and feel encompassed in the love of God. It is humbling to realize Christ cared enough for me to save me from the wretchedness of my life without His presence.
I enjoy most types of music. Music has a way of making time go by easier. It engages the emotions while hands and minds are busy elsewhere. I am so glad that there is music in my world.
Smiles,
Jo Ann
Monday, March 21, 2005
Creative Journal Entry 7
What is holy in your existence?
Share that with someone you love.
Life is holy as is God and love. Everything that comes into my life is blessed by and passed through the hands of the Lord. Nothing can touch me that is not allowed by my Savior. Even suffering comes through God’s providence. That is why suffering and sorrow work to my good and make me stronger. I am tested and made complete through trials.
Much of the everyday is holy. The smile of a stranger, family, or friend is precious. The food I partake daily is holy for it nourishes and strengthens my body. The time I spend creatively is holy for it brings me near to the Creator of all things. I am aligned with God when I am using the gifts with which He blessed me.
Reading is a holy act of communication with another human being… through the words we share we touch and influence lives. Writing is holy in that the deep things of the heart are expressed in words. There is much healing to be experienced through the work of writing.
The things I choose to invite into my home are holy. The outer things express what I hold inside my heart and mind. No thing comes into my environment without it tells something about my self. I spend much time in the company of my things and these have a calming effect on me.
My existence is holy blessed of God. I am a creation in His image. There is grace and goodness embodied in me. The Lord created me to carry out His plans on earth. I am like His hands in my interaction with others. My smile expresses His benevolence.
The love that surrounds me and pours through me into the world is holy. The special relationships I share with others are blessed. The Lord is with me always.
Smiles,
Jo Ann
Share that with someone you love.
Life is holy as is God and love. Everything that comes into my life is blessed by and passed through the hands of the Lord. Nothing can touch me that is not allowed by my Savior. Even suffering comes through God’s providence. That is why suffering and sorrow work to my good and make me stronger. I am tested and made complete through trials.
Much of the everyday is holy. The smile of a stranger, family, or friend is precious. The food I partake daily is holy for it nourishes and strengthens my body. The time I spend creatively is holy for it brings me near to the Creator of all things. I am aligned with God when I am using the gifts with which He blessed me.
Reading is a holy act of communication with another human being… through the words we share we touch and influence lives. Writing is holy in that the deep things of the heart are expressed in words. There is much healing to be experienced through the work of writing.
The things I choose to invite into my home are holy. The outer things express what I hold inside my heart and mind. No thing comes into my environment without it tells something about my self. I spend much time in the company of my things and these have a calming effect on me.
My existence is holy blessed of God. I am a creation in His image. There is grace and goodness embodied in me. The Lord created me to carry out His plans on earth. I am like His hands in my interaction with others. My smile expresses His benevolence.
The love that surrounds me and pours through me into the world is holy. The special relationships I share with others are blessed. The Lord is with me always.
Smiles,
Jo Ann
Creative Journal Entry 6
If you died… How would people remember you?
I do not know what people would remember, but I hope their memories would be positive. I would like to be remembered as creative, talented, and loving. I hope people would miss my smile and my willingness to share my time with them.
I think some would remember me as caring and kind. I hope that many might remember me as forgiving. I believe most would think me honest and remember I tried to do good in the world.
I know some people do not like me, but even among those, I hope I would be remembered as special. I hope it would be said that I tried to do the best I could.
Writing this I realize there are qualities I would like to remembered for that I need to work on cultivating. Generosity, industriousness, and goodness are a few of these.
Five things for which I am grateful today:
1. Having a blog
2. Writing every day
3. Talking with mother
4. My room is neat
5. My office chair
Always,
Jo Ann
I do not know what people would remember, but I hope their memories would be positive. I would like to be remembered as creative, talented, and loving. I hope people would miss my smile and my willingness to share my time with them.
I think some would remember me as caring and kind. I hope that many might remember me as forgiving. I believe most would think me honest and remember I tried to do good in the world.
I know some people do not like me, but even among those, I hope I would be remembered as special. I hope it would be said that I tried to do the best I could.
Writing this I realize there are qualities I would like to remembered for that I need to work on cultivating. Generosity, industriousness, and goodness are a few of these.
Five things for which I am grateful today:
1. Having a blog
2. Writing every day
3. Talking with mother
4. My room is neat
5. My office chair
Always,
Jo Ann
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Something to Remember...
I want to share this even though I am still here:It is not usual…It is not usual, but I want to speak to each of you today. I know my life here ended. None of you would gather here today, like this, if I were present with breath. Some of you have come a long way to pay your respects to my life.
I may not know how the end came. Still, I want you to know the future hope I have. Many years ago, I placed my destiny in the hands of the Carpenter who created every wonder in the universe. He reached out, touched my heart, and planted His Spirit in my soul.
Sometimes I was a disappointment to Him who gave me everything. Still He loves me, and I rest in His arms today.
No doubt, you are sad that I am gone, but please try to understand… this is not a tragedy. I longed to reach Heaven. As I explore the wonder of the citybuilt without hands, I am speechless. Nothing has ever so impressed me. I wander these golden streets meeting friends I have longed to visit. TheLord, He speaks to me.
Each one of you will one day make a journey, similar to the one I made, from this life to the eternal. My prayer for you is that you meet Jesus when you step over the threshold. Here today are my friends, loved ones, who know how to help… if you should happen not to know my Jesus, please speak to someone now. Let them lead you to His arms. He waits, and His desire is that you become His child. It matters not your age, your status, or your penury… He comes for you. When He looked at all the people in creation, He said, “That one is special, precious, I will do anything to win that soul for My kingdom.” He did, He died for you. The best news is that His death was not the end of the story… He rose in victory over all the harm of Hell and death. Your sins, He will forgive every one and welcome you to the circle of His presence. Do not leave this place without Him.
I am so glad I have the opportunity to speak to you today… go in grace. Iwill see you again… waiting at Heaven’s gate for your arrival. I love you.Remember me, but be at peace. It is a far better place where I am, than Ihave ever visited before. I am finally home. God Bless you…
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Always,
Jo Ann
I may not know how the end came. Still, I want you to know the future hope I have. Many years ago, I placed my destiny in the hands of the Carpenter who created every wonder in the universe. He reached out, touched my heart, and planted His Spirit in my soul.
Sometimes I was a disappointment to Him who gave me everything. Still He loves me, and I rest in His arms today.
No doubt, you are sad that I am gone, but please try to understand… this is not a tragedy. I longed to reach Heaven. As I explore the wonder of the citybuilt without hands, I am speechless. Nothing has ever so impressed me. I wander these golden streets meeting friends I have longed to visit. TheLord, He speaks to me.
Each one of you will one day make a journey, similar to the one I made, from this life to the eternal. My prayer for you is that you meet Jesus when you step over the threshold. Here today are my friends, loved ones, who know how to help… if you should happen not to know my Jesus, please speak to someone now. Let them lead you to His arms. He waits, and His desire is that you become His child. It matters not your age, your status, or your penury… He comes for you. When He looked at all the people in creation, He said, “That one is special, precious, I will do anything to win that soul for My kingdom.” He did, He died for you. The best news is that His death was not the end of the story… He rose in victory over all the harm of Hell and death. Your sins, He will forgive every one and welcome you to the circle of His presence. Do not leave this place without Him.
I am so glad I have the opportunity to speak to you today… go in grace. Iwill see you again… waiting at Heaven’s gate for your arrival. I love you.Remember me, but be at peace. It is a far better place where I am, than Ihave ever visited before. I am finally home. God Bless you…
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Always,
Jo Ann
Creative Journal Entry 5
Remember the last time you cried?
Honor your sorrow and pain.
I do not cry very often but when my feelings are hurt, it can cause tears. A few months ago, I got into an intense argument with my ex-sister-in-law. It was over politics and the election. She was practically demonizing me for my beliefs and convictions. I became very upset, went to my room, and cried.
I felt I had the right to my opinions and that those were not so wrong that I should be so strongly criticized. The thing that made me feel terrible was that I love this woman and she was acting as if I were an awful person simply because I disagreed with her point of view.
I have lived and experienced so much that I do not feel the world can be delineated into strictly black and white, right and wrong. There seems to me to be a lot of gray, middle ground in life.
I am a Christian, but do not feel that gives me license to judge others. I must have mercy and understanding even as God does. To be told that voting for one person is going to send our country to hell seemed to reflect that I was going to hell as well. This did not make sense to me as I read the gospel. Maybe my reasoning is faulty, but if so, in time I will come to see my error.
The sobs that racked me were harsh as is often the case when I feel misunderstood and hated. I know that I am not considered very highly within my family circle. All my life others have marginalized me in the family. I never quite measure up and this causes deep feelings of sadness and inadequacy.
There is a great deal of sorrow and pain attached to my position in my family. I would love to get along with everyone, but not all of them want me involved in their lives. This hurts because I love each member very much.
Five things for which I am grateful today:
1. Sleeping in
2. Painting
3. Reading
4. Writing
5. Good food
Always,
Jo Ann
Honor your sorrow and pain.
I do not cry very often but when my feelings are hurt, it can cause tears. A few months ago, I got into an intense argument with my ex-sister-in-law. It was over politics and the election. She was practically demonizing me for my beliefs and convictions. I became very upset, went to my room, and cried.
I felt I had the right to my opinions and that those were not so wrong that I should be so strongly criticized. The thing that made me feel terrible was that I love this woman and she was acting as if I were an awful person simply because I disagreed with her point of view.
I have lived and experienced so much that I do not feel the world can be delineated into strictly black and white, right and wrong. There seems to me to be a lot of gray, middle ground in life.
I am a Christian, but do not feel that gives me license to judge others. I must have mercy and understanding even as God does. To be told that voting for one person is going to send our country to hell seemed to reflect that I was going to hell as well. This did not make sense to me as I read the gospel. Maybe my reasoning is faulty, but if so, in time I will come to see my error.
The sobs that racked me were harsh as is often the case when I feel misunderstood and hated. I know that I am not considered very highly within my family circle. All my life others have marginalized me in the family. I never quite measure up and this causes deep feelings of sadness and inadequacy.
There is a great deal of sorrow and pain attached to my position in my family. I would love to get along with everyone, but not all of them want me involved in their lives. This hurts because I love each member very much.
Five things for which I am grateful today:
1. Sleeping in
2. Painting
3. Reading
4. Writing
5. Good food
Always,
Jo Ann
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Creative Journal Entry 4
Make a list of your blessings.
Go back and read it often…
*My son, Alex
*My family
*All the blessings to which God has given me access
*Living in America
*My Bibles
*My computer
*My Mitsubishi Eclipse
*Alex’s computer
*Alex’s iPAC
*My creativity
*My intelligence
*My ability to read
*My ability to write
*My ability to draw
*My ability to paint
*My photographic talent
*My collection of books
*My collection of ink pens
*My Nikon cameras
*My collection of book marks
*My music collection
*My collection of blank books
*The relationship I enjoyed with Alex's father
*The relationship I enjoyed with my third ex
*The time I shared with the fireman
*My friendship with Reba
*My friendship with Bernice
*My friendship with the policeman
*My ability to care for mother
*My health
*I have a place to live
*The many things I own
Five things for which I am grateful today:
1. Pleasant dreams
2. Leftovers from last night’s dinner
3. Alex was home today
4. I have blog buddies
5. God loves me
Smiles,
Jo Ann
Go back and read it often…
*My son, Alex
*My family
*All the blessings to which God has given me access
*Living in America
*My Bibles
*My computer
*My Mitsubishi Eclipse
*Alex’s computer
*Alex’s iPAC
*My creativity
*My intelligence
*My ability to read
*My ability to write
*My ability to draw
*My ability to paint
*My photographic talent
*My collection of books
*My collection of ink pens
*My Nikon cameras
*My collection of book marks
*My music collection
*My collection of blank books
*The relationship I enjoyed with Alex's father
*The relationship I enjoyed with my third ex
*The time I shared with the fireman
*My friendship with Reba
*My friendship with Bernice
*My friendship with the policeman
*My ability to care for mother
*My health
*I have a place to live
*The many things I own
Five things for which I am grateful today:
1. Pleasant dreams
2. Leftovers from last night’s dinner
3. Alex was home today
4. I have blog buddies
5. God loves me
Smiles,
Jo Ann
Creative Journal Entry 3
Believe in yourself. If you fail to do this,
no one else will believe in you.
Sometimes I fail miserably at doing this. I have not at those times the strength to believe in anything about me. I do not recognize myself as worthy of the least faith and respect, but this is mostly a temporary feeling. I know deep down that I can accomplish much if I only try.
If I am not for myself, probably others will not be for me. It is hard to believe in myself intimately knowing my limitations and failures, but these things are not me. I am not defined by the negative moments. I am greater than the fleeting doubt. I have many abilities and talents and can use those to touch the world.
When I complete some work of art or piece of writing, it boosts my self-confidence. I feel powerful and creatively alive. At that moment, I feel that I can do anything. If only I could sustain the feeling longer, I might begin to believe in myself constantly.
If others do not believe in me that is a problem, but if I fail to believe in myself that is a disaster. Without believing, I flounder in feelings of inadequacy, incompetence, and insecurity. There is little I can do when beset by such negativity. Even my best-laid plans go awry when I am in such a personal space.
I must strive to believe in myself more consistently. If I do this, the world will seem a kinder place to me because it will reflect back positively to me. People will trust me because I am trustworthy. These changes will allow me to develop into a stronger person. I will enjoy my life more fully because I know I measure up.
Smiles,
Jo Ann
no one else will believe in you.
Sometimes I fail miserably at doing this. I have not at those times the strength to believe in anything about me. I do not recognize myself as worthy of the least faith and respect, but this is mostly a temporary feeling. I know deep down that I can accomplish much if I only try.
If I am not for myself, probably others will not be for me. It is hard to believe in myself intimately knowing my limitations and failures, but these things are not me. I am not defined by the negative moments. I am greater than the fleeting doubt. I have many abilities and talents and can use those to touch the world.
When I complete some work of art or piece of writing, it boosts my self-confidence. I feel powerful and creatively alive. At that moment, I feel that I can do anything. If only I could sustain the feeling longer, I might begin to believe in myself constantly.
If others do not believe in me that is a problem, but if I fail to believe in myself that is a disaster. Without believing, I flounder in feelings of inadequacy, incompetence, and insecurity. There is little I can do when beset by such negativity. Even my best-laid plans go awry when I am in such a personal space.
I must strive to believe in myself more consistently. If I do this, the world will seem a kinder place to me because it will reflect back positively to me. People will trust me because I am trustworthy. These changes will allow me to develop into a stronger person. I will enjoy my life more fully because I know I measure up.
Smiles,
Jo Ann
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