Smitten.

 

It's 1:31 in the am and I am full of butterflies. Life is good. I'm happy most days. My relationships are great. Meeting new people that have made me smitten all over again. My art as feeble as it comes, is making me take a second look as to where it might be headed. What first started out as a bucket to drown my tears in, I feel that it has matured into something new and creative. I was reminded this last week that I have a wonderful name. Jonathan. Gift of God. I stopped having people call me that because Jon just seemed so much easier. So these butterflies are making my life entirely too positive. I have good days and bad days. But the potential to make these good days great are very positive. Those speed bumps come along and they really sting at times. But in my life, I feel there is always something around the corner. I'm smitten at the possibilities in life. As I try to keep my eyes open at this hour, I think to myself of what a great life I have. My core. Friends, family, jobs.... they keep me going, and its just those opportunities that make me who I am today. Because of You.

My mama mama mama

Welcome to The Weekend

This week has gotten me really tired.

Maybe its my old bones, my loss of sleep

or the countless minutes that I have spent writing

plans for my future. But you know what, I can't complain.

I love it....and I love my nieces,

if you didn't know that already.

Time for some rest and relaxation of the weekend.

Kinda reminds me of a catchy song that I try to erase from my memory.

It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend

It's a brand new day.

And So it Begins.......

"Turmoil"

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, 

for you know only A  heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter,the cricket no relief, And the 

dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, 

(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

T.S. Eliot 

Secret Grace

 I can understand for this moment
whatever is happening in my life

However heavy my heart feels,
or how difficult the trials may be
I know I can keep on believing,
the myriad that make up

my thoughts and dreams.
I know darkness will fade into morning,
and with this dawn a new day, too.

I understand that our life is an empty canvas

waiting to be drawn out.
I know that we mold, create and shape our life.

With our faith, we trust, to be born again.
I try to lead by example, knowing
  that my smile merely brightens a day for others, 

while their reaction brings my heart closer to home.
I hope that my darkness is hidden from the rear view
  and our pain is halved by sharing the same feeling 

that others endure throughout a lifetime of grace.

JR 8/17