Javajune's Blog

Someone once said… “Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.”

Can you keep a secret?

 

Haunted Hideaways Haunting Events 

I’ve been searching for this year’s perfect anniversary date and I think I found it. Although I’m not a horror film or gory scenery kind of girl I do like to be a little scared now and then. So after a little investigation I came up with Haunted Hideaways, a company that specializes in haunted tours. They claim their stories are not scripted, which makes the tour fresh and entertaining. The tales and legends are blended with paranormal and historical fact making them entertaining and educational. The thought of a haunted tour of Detroit sounds rather intriguing.  I’m not so sure Mr. Java will agree but our first date was a Halloween party so I think this is rather fitting.  They also offer a graveyard tour called Beyond the veil.

This is what they have to say about the graveyard version.

Beyond The Veil – Tombstone Tour offers a unique way to learn about history, folklore and culture through guided tour that will take you to several local historical cemeteries. You will learn how to use paranormal investigation equipment. It doesn’t have to be nighttime to have an experience!

I think this one may be a bit over the top for my ultra-conservative hubby. I’ll let you know what I decide and how it turns out. The worst part will be keeping the secret and then dragging him to location without needing to explain myself. He isn’t very hip on surprises and not very comfortable when I say trust me you’ll love it.

Don’t forget this is a secret.

Shhh!

xo-jj 

October 5, 2009 Posted by | lovers, me, secrets | , , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

I see you

Do you ever feel like others can see right through you and know what you’re thinking?

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Just when I’m savoring a problem, I realize that someone has an eye on me and without a word or gesture uncovers my thoughts-suddenly I’m naked with no place to hide. That’s when the rhythm or flow of free wil becomes disrupted and I question my logic, my wisdom, the plan.

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Fall has come with a vengeance my toes are cold and the wind is howling outside my window. I’m desperately trying to get back in the rhythm, back to work and just be myself.

“be patient Junie, your best work comes in moments of grace”

live well,

xo-jj

September 29, 2009 Posted by | confessions, me, secrets | , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

The Enchanted Garden

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Loved this little cottage of garden treasures.

During our winding drive along hwy 101 to the sea shore in Washington State we passed a sign that said, The painted lady lavender farm. Well of course I was intrigued, to say the least, so I pulled my little car up the stone path toward a most enchanted garden. What a magical place of sweet lavender and secret recipes. A cozy fireplace welcomed us to a little sitting area hidden by lovely flowering vines.  I cut a bouquet of lavender during our tour of edible plants (daylillies, etc). This was like a secret garden of little cottages inhabited by tiny creatures (chickens and other poultry type beasts) The owners were very kind but quite eccentric. They used secret recipes to produce all kinds of jellies and jams.  Sue insisted that my son take a bite of a chanterelle mushroom before we left. She gathered them to use in her special soup the next day. He was convinced that he would experience some heavy hallucinations afterward but luckily that didn’t happen.  hee, he

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This photo was borrowed from  Essences of the past on blogger

It was a very interesting and welcomed stop on our long drive that day- spontaneous moments and unexpected stops are the best. We headed back down the hillside toward the seaside town of Illwaco with a fragrant bouquet of lavender in my lap and a jar of sweet strawberry jam in his, still giggling about the interesting sights and conversations we left behind.

xo-jj

August 27, 2009 Posted by | me, secrets | , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

The secret garden of hidden truths

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Follow me to the secret garden

She came to this place as though it were by instinct. The pathway to this hidden place was lush and closed in around her as she approached the hedge. The old hedge of Crepe Myrtles stretched 30 feet or more along the hillside. When she stepped past it there was a heavy wrought iron gate that was now rusted and broken away from its hinges.  It was covered in thick vines weaving their way through every hole. Everything looked so intriguing through heavy iron and leafy vines. The gate made the garden more alluring and she heard it call her name. Temptation forced her to take a peek and she was rendered breathless at the sight. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to hide this place it must be a secret worth keeping. It looked as if this garden had a mind of its own and was not willing to reveal its secret too easily. It resembled an old Gothic graveyard and a most unusual sight, like a time and place in another world. It was so close and hidden in a landscape of open beach dunes only a few feet away.  The garden was hauntingly beautiful but it was filled with a resonance of deep sorrow that radiated throughout the grounds.  Roses and honeysuckle vines grew wildly and the moon flowers were just beginning to open as the light began to fade. Night Jasmine saturated the air with a luring scent that said come closer. The graveyard garden was bordered by a rusty iron fence and each three foot section ended with a 7 foot pole. Hanging from each pole was a glowing garden lantern. The light that flickered as the lanterns swayed with the breeze dazzled her eyes. It bathed the garden with shimmering light and set it apart from the landscape that surrounded it. The plants seemed to respond to her arrival by growing taller and unleashing an intoxicating scent as she passed by.

Twilight, lovely flowers, and a lantern’s glow set this garden apart from the world. It was silent except for the sound of the breeze that whispered through the vines. The whispering silence made her feel on edge and uncomfortable standing in her own skin. Her heart raced as she felt every breath hot and damp coming from her lips. It seemed more like a dream; this place couldn’t be real. She looked to the center of the memorial garden and there was a beautiful angel standing seven feet tall with her wings gracefully opened wide. The base of the statue read, “Angel of Hope”.  Suddenly she got the feeling that she didn’t belong and was intruding on a private space but then she noticed something. The name on the little head stone at the base of the statue was familiar. It was in the middle of  tiny flowers and several other broken headstones. Rose vines had taken over and grew wildly in and out of the head stones and over the wrought iron fence. A honeysuckle vine was spewing a heavy scent into the atmosphere. If it weren’t for the stunning beauty of this place it would be almost unbearable. The emotion of this secret garden was overwhelming and she couldn’t help but be over-taken by the power of sadness that resonated. Her time in this secret garden was a walk that weaved its way through the lies of her life but she didn’t recognize the truth that was standing right before her.

It felt like a good day for story telling. This story is based on the time I went searching for my roots and found the truth in a beautiful garden/cemetery.

Enjoy this day and everyday!

xo-jj

August 4, 2009 Posted by | family woes, me, secrets | , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Rural America, Gypsies and me

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It becomes obvious to me that I live in rural America when I come across a folky scene just like the one I encountered yesterday. Okay it went like this: I was driving home from the big city, well what I call the big city, and while cruising down the highway listening to the radio I almost had an accident. Why, because to my left in a little country cemetery, where my Grandparents are buried, was a horse trailer. I thought to myself, “that’s odd why is a horse trailer parked in the cemetery.” Then I took a closer look and saw a man with his hat in his hand holding the reins to his horse. They both stood in front of a grave stone. It was as if they were praying or paying respects to a loved one who had passed. I was so astonished by what I saw and I really wanted to get off the highway and take a picture but something told me not to impose and keep it as a visual memory.  It was an unforgettable sight. I wish I could have captured it with my camera but I guess that would have been rude.

Speaking of rural America I recently came across some info on my southern roots. They are about as rural as one can get. The rumor has always been that my great-grandmother was an American Indian but I found some info to the contrary. She may really have been a gypsy.  She never really said anything about where she came from or who her family was. It was just assumed by the way she looked, long braid down her back, long skirts to the floor, dark eyes, weathered skin, etc that she was Indian.  Duci was silent about her life and her past. The gypsy evidence would explain a lot, like her total separation with her family, no birth certificate, her fortune telling predictions, odd beliefs and stories,. I didn’t know her well, the truth is she kind of scared me by the way she would look at me like she knew something I didn’t and then just turn and walk away.  

Gypsies weren’t welcome anywhere back then and many tried to pass themselves off as Native Americans because that group was better excepted. I’ve always wondered how roots or ethnicity play a role in who we are, even if we were never exposed to that culture.  I’m curious to know if certain tendencies creep in because of our DNA. What do you think? 

xo-jj

July 21, 2009 Posted by | family woes, me, secrets | , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Anticipation and sprinkles of magic everywhere

The new vignette in my office space

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A lot of dreaming and a little anticipation. I love to create dreamy little spaces filled with hope and magic. Yes, hope and magic are always a part of my day dreams.

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 The magic of little gifts wrapped in mystic atmosphere are my favorite kind of surprises. The woods are filled with plants and creatures and sometimes the unexpected.

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Sometimes beauty is simple and untouched. Beauty comes in the most natural forms but can be enhanced with a little imagination. A little imagination can lead you right where you want to go.

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Right to the  kind of place where dreams fly and wishes float.   Do you have a special place like that? A place where you feel inspired, hopeful and just a little dreamy. We all deserve a  special place to retreat.

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I love making artsy spaces, creative niches and little vignettes inside and outside the house. It’s nice to find the unexpected in everyday places. As I’m sure you’ve noticed most of what inspires me isn’t the ordinary picture of a flower or sunset. I’m inspired by that little added twist or extra kick. What inspires you and makes you heart beat a little faster?

I’m a curious girl and I really want to know what you think. So please participate in my poll and vote below. 

Inspire me…

xo-jj

July 14, 2009 Posted by | me, secrets, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , | 13 Comments

Love is the movement

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Sorry about this image-okay I’m not, I just wanted to get your attention. Did I? Gosh I hope so.

 I felt a bit eerie as I wandered to the back of an old graveyard so I could take this image. The sky was dark and a storm was coming- it was just like something out of a movie- I swear!

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Secret Heart

why so mystifying,

you’re so solemn

and so justifying.

This little secret

that you’re trying to conceal

is the very same hush

 you’re dying to reveal.

Secret heart it’s time to bear it,

don’t be afraid,

this mystery, you must share it.

I’m the kind of girl who likes to get involved and work for a cause. I think it’s important to give back to the universe and live passionately. In the past I was a team leader for the American Cancer Society and loved it but I’m ready for a new gig.

The day I started this blog something tragic happened to someone I know. I still remember getting that phone call while in mid-post. It was shocking and gut-wrenching.  I’m not going to tell you about the phone call or the story that inspired this post- it’s not my story to tell. 

 I will say this: I have decided to get involved in a cause I believe in. It’s a movement that reaches out to people in need. It was started by a group of young people who shared in the experience of a young woman in crises. The actions they took caught on quickly and spread like wildfire and now…  Well, please watch the video to better explain the why and how.

To write love on her arms was started because someone cared enough to help. I was taken by the strength and passion of Renee’s friends and the way they took her in and kept her safe. Their words and her story was the story of so many that were suffering in silence.

 I feel certain that the only way to reach young people in crises is by planting seeds of love beneath their feet and let’s face it, cyber space is where they walk everyday. So here I am throwing seeds to all who will plant them. I just had to get involved and somehow make a difference.

I knew I could count on all of you to be my gardeners. This journey has just begun and I’m asking my cyber friends to walk beside  me. You don’t have to open your wallets or attend a rally, just take a moment to click on the TNT box in the lower right corner of my blog. For every click and message, TNT will donate money to this cause. If then you decide you want to do more or get involved you can visit twloha and buy a tee-shirt or arm band as I did.

Get as involved as you wish but please just take a moment to watch the video and click on the TNT box it only takes a few seconds out of your day, I promise. You might be the one to make a difference or save a life and it could be the life of someone you know.  I have attached another video clip from NBC nightly news. This clip gives you more info about the movement and how others are getting involved.

Getting involved and making a difference doesn’t have to cost a lot of money or take up too much of your time. Please help me remove the stigma of depression by taking the time to listen. I ordered a tee-shirt and arm band and I’ve decided to donate 10% of all sales from StudioPink my Etsy store to the cause through the summer but you don’t have to go that far. The most important thing we can do is bring awareness to this terrible affliction that goes untreated because of shame and misunderstanding. You and I can spread the word with open lines of communication and love.

See I told you I had some important things to talk about and this was at the top of my list. Thank you for listening and for opening your heart and your minds to those who need you and thank you for being a part of this garden of hope. Who would have thought about growing a garden in cyber space? tee he

This garden in cyber space gave me an idea …I would like to set a date to have a group of bloggers (that’s you) join together to plant the seeds of hope for this cause. No I don’t mean physically, although that would be beautiful, I mean in cyber space. We could each post a picture that represented hope and say a few words about depression and supporting those who need us or link back to Twloha

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So tell me your thoughts on this. Can we do it? Can one little garden of hope make a difference?

Love, junie

June 30, 2009 Posted by | confessions, me, secrets | , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Unravelling and the real me

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So, I think I’ve mentioned a few times over the past eight weeks that I’ve embarked on a journey into myself. This journey set sail in an Unravelling  e-course that took a group of people through an exploration of their true selves  by a process of  photo-journaling their life. I jumped in with both feet, so to speak, as the first assignment was of my feet but some where along the way my enthusiasm wained just a bit. I’m not sure how much my perception of myself has changed over the past few weeks but I do think that my acceptance of the real me has improved just a bit.

I started out feeling somewhat strange about taking photographs of myself but got used to the idea as the weeks rolled on.  I soon realized that the pics I liked the most were the softer and maybe a little over exposed shots. I analysed that a bit and then concluded that this is exactly how I prefer to see life. A little soft and fuzzy, no rough edges, a view that allows me to ignore the parts that aren’t so pretty. Since hitting the big four- o, I have struggled with the thought of getting older and the reality that is settling into my face and body. I feel like a young girl trapped in a middle aged woman’s life.

Throughout my entire life I was the girl who wasn’t exceptionally smart-just average and not particularly talented in any one area- just okay at a few things but everyone just referred to me as that pretty girl, many never even knew my my name. I even had a boss tell the computer programming guy not to ask me any technical questions because I was just the pretty girl in the office- that boss was a woman. This used to infuriate me but now I seem to be scrambling to hold on to that pretty girl who is changing into a average woman- I never wanted to be average.  Pretty fades- so, I’m ready to move on to something deeper and more spectaculiar in my life. I want to be remembered for my accomplishments.

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We struggle all our lives to be more than what we are and in the end I think we fail to appreciate our true talents or assets. These days it takes a little longer for me to accept the face I see in the mirror and I do have a few secret weapons but the whole beauty thing has gotten a bit expensive. It’s just not the same for men. Are they just naturally better looking or do we just except them the way they are? I think it’s the latter- sorry guys.

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During the Unravelling e-course I’ve realized I’m not alone in my struggle to accept myself and that many of my classmates have far greater issues than I. It has been interesting to look at an image of a fellow classmate and view them one way until I read their perception of themselves and then this image takes on a whole different light. So I guess what I am saying is that the way you perceive and portray yourself greatly influences the way others see you.  Perhaps this means if I want to look like a  young beautiful woman that is fully capable and talented in many ways, I must first see those things in myself before they’ll become apparent to others. Does that make sense?

Unravelling to the end

I started out as that pretty little girl and then become that average woman I see in the mirror today.

I’m sad to see this class come to an end and don’t know how it will impact my life but I do think that everything we experience in life changes us just a little.

xo-jj

June 24, 2009 Posted by | me, photography, secrets | , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

Chippy paint and hidden secrets

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I love the look and feel of an old door with it’s chippy paint and smooth wood that’s been worn to  perfection. Every door has a secret to tell and it’s this secret that begs for a  peek just beyond the weathered handle. I can’t resist the temptation of a door that has been left open just a crack. That calling from a special place promises to lead to another world, far too magical to ignore. A steady hand and a watchful eye make way into another time and place. The feet follow as the mind is lost in the secret that lies just beyond the door.

I had to let you peek at the old doors that inspired me to spend hours behind the lens this weekend. The lusty colors took my breathe away and the lovely patina sent my hair into the perfect curl.

There’s something magical about an old door. It begs to be opened and plays with the mind.

I felt like a little girl caught up in a fairy tale. I blame it on my childhood book “The Lion the witch and the wardrobe” but maybe it’s just me.

This door has withstood centuries and traveled across an ocean. Who knows what secrets are held behind that beautiful patina.

This image will be listed as part of my found words series on etsy sometime this week. The studio will feature a few images along with the following  original words.

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The calling

 The temptation

The peek at life just beyond the door

Another world

A quiet muse

A magical place

A curious hand and wandering eye begs the feet to step beyond

Be wary

And mindful

 Or you’ll be lost in the secret that lies just beyond the crepit door

 

You never know what kind of magic is waiting for you just beyond the door.

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What kinds of things peek your curiosity or tempt you to go beyond? Perhaps it’s a glowing light in the window as you pass by that begs you to look or the magic of an intricate box tucked away in storage that must be opened. Tell me what sends your hair in the perfect curl.

I’m dying to hear so talk to me….

xo-jj

May 26, 2009 Posted by | me, photography, secrets | , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Return of the Garden fairy

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The garden had been very quiet until just recently when it  exploded with color. The garden girl wasn’t sure what had taken place but it seemed to have happened over night. She decided that maybe she should investigate just a little, so she tiptoed through the garden and looked around. Everything looked to be in order until she heard a faint whisper coming from behind the door of the caretaker cottage. She approached it every so slowly and then pulled back the door. The garden girl gasped….You won’t believe what she saw.

 

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It was the sweetest little fairy enjoying a break from her garden chores. The garden girl may have upset her because as soon as the fairy noticed an intruder, she flew off quick as a bird.

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Oh no, will she come back to take care of the garden?  I assured the garden girl that these Fairies are shy but they never neglect their duties or pass up a cute little garden cottage to live in.  This garden fairy will be back when she’s over her fright.

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It wasn’t long before she was back at her duties. No wonder the garden is doing so well. This little fairy has been very busy and as it turns out she isn’t so shy after all. She and the garden girl made friends right away.

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The garden girl would never have guessed that she’d have so much help tending her plants. Garden fairies are cute, cuddly and very good at their jobs; they don’t require much: just a little caretaker cottage, a few flowers and a lot of love will do the trick.

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So there you have it, this garden girl’s secret little cottage is finally revealed and of course the best part is the little caretaker who dwells in the garden and keeps everything just so.

Enjoy this beautiful spring day.

xo-jj

May 21, 2009 Posted by | me, secrets | , , , , , , , | 5 Comments