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A wish and a little inspiration feeds the soul

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Do you feel that hump in the road? It’s coming from somewhere, perhaps from the television blurting out negative thoughts of doom and gloom or maybe it’s already living and breeding in the minds of the people you encounter every day. However it has managed to manifest itself I just want it to go far, far away. It really cramps the style of this day dreaming girl who likes to think of the world as a beautiful place where all things are possible if you truly believe.

So what is a girl like me suppose to do? How can she chase away all these naysayers or smooth out the road before her? She started with a tiny wish that came from a little inspiration that started with a tiny seed. Her wish is for the world to become a little bit softer a little more open which will allow this girl with the perpetual day dream to spread her words and vision far and wide.

Where would this girl get such a seed to allow something like this to take place? Well, the seeds my friends came from all of you. You with your courage to fight a disease that you never asked for and you with the resilience to over come the heart break of losing a loved one and yes even you for the tenacity to change your life at risk of losing everything. You are all tiny seeds of inspiration that give me hope to spread my wings and fly. Thank you for that! 

 Perhaps you’re wondering why I’m sharing this with you today. It all started yesterday when I could hear those naysayers louder than ever, shouting in my ear and I felt that bump in the road more than before. So what did I do to resist, fight back and flatten that bump once and for all? 

I retreated to beautiful blue skies and wide open spaces. A little bistro table and me set out for the field and claimed a spot to sit and dream. We sat for a spell and looked up at the sky, the trees, the birds, and wild flowers too. It was lovely and just the right spot to foster those tiny seeds to take root and you know what happens when you plant a seed. Something wonderful breaks through the soil, spouts hope and breathes life into the hearts and minds of all those hopeful souls who open their windows and relish the breeze.

Are you a wide open soul? Do you let hope follow you home? I think you are but if not I think I have a solution that involves the power of many.

I encourage you to turn off the TV and close your ears to negative noise, then Sit quietly for just a moment and let the seeds of hope take root. If you foster them just a little I assure you they will grow and bloom just beautifully. Imagine if we all worked together to create this beautiful garden of wishes and dreams and hope times ten.  The hope and dreams of one girl is special but the magic of many minds working together can change everything!

So this is my thought, my wish, my dream for today: lets all close our eyes and see the world and our lives not as they are but as we wish them to be. Take just a moment and imagine us all sitting together in a circle holding hands and dreaming good thoughts that last forever. So wish away-you can do it, I know you can.

I’ll be right here waiting for you….  

 WISH>>>> DREAM>>>>> IMAGINE>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

“Good things happen when your window is open and you truly believe!”

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xo-jj

May 19, 2009 Posted by | me, rants, secrets | , , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

Everyone looks through their own window

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“Everyone looks through their own window.” I love this statement. It’s something I remind myself of almost daily. We all see things in a different light and process it in our own way, imposing our very own meaning into everything.

I love to write and photograph things that speak to me. When I see something that touches me I usually think or a story or poem- no surprise there.

When I look at the photo above I see something like this:

Everyone looks through their own window and sees the world in their own way. Some with fresh eyes and open mind,  while others have their head in a mold too tight for insight and truth. There is no hiding from what the eyes perceive as truth. The light reveals all things but is subject to interpretation. Open your eyes as you peel back the layers of preconceived notions and really see for the fist time- like the eyes of an Innocent child. Let your mind wander and your dreams run free. All things are possible when your window is open.

So where am I leading you with my images and insight. Well I have decided to start offering my photography and insights as a package deal through my etsy shop. They aren’t for sale just yet but very soon. Perhaps as soon as next week. My novel is kind of like a dog chasing his tail right now. I have to write- it’s a part of me and I lust for making images that speak to me. Words just bubble up until they reach the surface and spill out everywhere and into everything. So this idea just seemed like the perfect fit.

I have several images in mind but only a few are ready with words. I’ll start with my bleeding heart series and the image and open window essay above. The bleeding heart series will look something like this:

 

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Her heart was filled with secrets and stories too good to tell. She desperately wanted to tell you but there was this matter of the heart. You see it blossomed and ripened and was just about ready to burst with happiness when something happened. A tiny leak caused her heart to bleed just a little and then a little became a lot. Her heart was still beautiful but could no longer do the job it was intended for. The perfect love requires the perfect heart, no leaks and no flaws. This matter of the heart led her to a place of a different kind, perhaps not a book of love stories, but a place enchanted and full of light. So she started down a new path, no less than the last, just different. she wasn’t afraid and didn’t lose her heart completely. She found a place that was secret and hidden- just right for safe keeping. “Don’t be afraid ” she said, “take a new path and make a fresh start, follow your passion, your heart, your bliss.” She took one tiny step and then another which led to something wonderful. This girl with the bleeding heart took her first step toward creating a new life for herself. Will you?

That’s all of me, today. Remember and don’t forget…. All things are possible when your window is open! 

Open your window let the breeze in while you listen to my favorite band (Bliss) with me.

Namaste’-jj

May 7, 2009 Posted by | me, photography, secrets | , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

My heart bleeds for you

 

 

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Her head was filled with secrets and stories too good to tell. She desperately wanted to tell you but there was this matter of the heart. You see it had blossomed and ripened and was just about ready to burst with happiness when something happened.  A tiny leak caused this heart to bleed just a little and then a little became alot.

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 Her heart was still beautiful but could no longer do the job it was intended for.  The perfect love requires the perfect heart, no leaks, no flaws.

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This mishap or matter of the heart led her to a place of a different kind. Maybe not the land of love stories but a place enchanted and full of light.  So she started down a new path no less then the last- just different.

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She wasn’t afraid and didn’t lose her heart completely. She found a place for her heart that was secret and hidden and just right for safe keeping.

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“Don’t be afraid” she says to take a new path and make a new start, follow your passion, your bliss, your heart. She took one tiny step and then another and entered  something wonderful. This girl with the bleeding heart took her first step to creating a new life-will you?

It looks like the perfect day to follow your bliss. I think I’ll start my day on the deck with a cup of Starbucks coffee in my hand and the sun on my toes-  just as soon as it warms up a little. What about you?

xo-jj

May 5, 2009 Posted by | lovers, secrets | , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

The Island Girl and her travel treasures

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The Island girl is back from her beautiful seaside adventure. It was a truly inspiring trip. The island and the people were lovely. The above picture is Laika lane. It’s absolutely gorgeous and my cottage was located midway down this lane toward the beach. My morning jaunt to the sand was filled with an intoxicating scent of flowers and ripening bananas.

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The trip inspired me to start a line of Island Girl Bohemian blends. I am still working on the perfect concoction to capture the subtle essence of a woman’s perfume mingled with a fresh sea breeze. The mixture isn’t quite right just yet but I have a bottle all ready for our grand prize winner. As promised I have put your names into my magic little cap and pulled out a lucky soul to try out a bohemian blend . Before I reveal the winner, I’ll reveal the contents of the treasure that will be waiting on the winner’s door step. It is a little diffuser set that I put together with a citrus oil blend, a few tiny shells and tumbled sea glass. The bottle is dressed up with a tiny tropical umbrella, vintage beads and ribbons.  I picked up a couple other little surprises like dangerous bath salts and washed up sea treasures, while on the island that will be included in the package. I’m a little tight for time today but I will post a picture of the Travel treasure along with the winning name tomorrow.  Have a great day and don’t forget to check back tomorrow for the big reveal.

xo-jj

April 20, 2009 Posted by | me, secrets | , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

Reflection and the Purge part 2: There may be Blood

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Here is part 2 of Reflection and the Purge. If you missed part one click here.  Warning there may be blood.

Oh yeah… the dangerous boy. This girl knew it right away. He was it, the one, the perfect piece of forbidden fruit. No need for her to search anymore. They fell hard and fast for each other. He from the wrong side of the tracks and she from the perfect plastic family on a more perfect side of town. No it wasn’t a match made in Heaven but it started out so well. She was so happy and he took care of everything, yes everything and maybe a little too well.

Then her beautiful blue sky turned angry and full of unnecessary evils. This girl once free and full of life was now trapped under glass. She could see the world spinning around without her. His grip was so tight and his fingers became imbedded deep in her flesh. She waited, she begged and before long she had no choice. Her life once lived was no where to be found and the only way she could live again was to break free of the glass that imprisoned her soul. She knew this wouldn’t be easy and yes there may be blood  but the option to whither away was not a choice she could make. So, this girl took a deep breath and fought her way free, finally shattering the glass. There were tears, and things were broken, so very broken. Yes, it did hurt a little, well actually a lot,  and there was plenty of blood but she was finally free and standing on her own two feet. She was free to breath the fresh air, pick the flowers or go to lunch with a friend without worry. Life was good and she knew it.

“What happened to the dangerous boy?” you ask. She knows where he is and it’s not far away but none of that matters. Yeah, there are emotional scars but this girl is free and as curious as ever.  I think she has learned her lesson and stays on her own side of town but even so, she can’t pass up the chance to dip her toes in the wild waters from time to time. 

Next post is a Travel Treasure give-away.  Oh my!

jj

April 9, 2009 Posted by | bad boys, lovers, secrets, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | 2 Comments

The recurring dream

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The scary tree outside my window (secret..I’m still afraid of the dark-sometimes)

Today I would like to take you on a little journey to a secret place. Let’s take a ride through dreamland. So get ready, sit back and just let go……. Floating through the darkness and then…… my dream begins.

Lights are flickering- great adventures unfolding. Coasting, coasting with my head in the clouds. Dreams are like a story, they take you there and leave you standing where all things are possible and you always land softly.

Lights are flickering and I have visions flashing in my head. My recurring dream is here again. I don’t believe it. He takes me there, the stars, the sky wide open. Drifting, floating, and coasting to a soft landing. Then something tickles my ear,”Do you hear me calling…”  I see the man who is no stranger in my dreams “come hear, love”  he whispers through the night. The trees part ways and a moon appears, so luminous it takes my breath away. The scenery, the great adventure, the man with my dreams in his hand. I reach for him but then I recognize my heart in a tiny little box, bright pink and beating ever so slowly, steam rises, his hands, my heart, his vision, my dreams, our life. I don’t believe it. 

He says goodnight and so I go….far, far, very far away, rising, twisting, turning into a downward spiral to a soft landing. The curtains breathing life into a stale room, in and out with the gentle breeze, the canopy of my bed, the twinkling of a million stars, I am alone in a pool of sweat, my heart firmly planted, and my life the same. I’m falling for him baaad! But it’s too late. I believe it.   jj

I just wanted to leave you with dreams and wide open spaces for your mid- week pondering. Have a dreamy Wednesday. For those of you who commented, I updated the story here.   Thanks….jj

Enjoy a  little “Bubbly Toes” by Jack Johnson to make you move like a jellyfish, his words not mine.

Gotta love that!   Be on your bubbly toes tomorrow when I post Java June’s Travel Treasure give-away

April 8, 2009 Posted by | lovers, me, secrets | , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Travel Treasures by mail

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So I’ve been thinking and planning and plotting all day, because my lovely vacation is just one week away.  I have something special in mind and I would like to let you in on my secret. I am feeling a little guilty about neglecting my sofa duties and leaving you all behind. So that got me to thinking and hoping that I could do something special while I was away.

My trips are filled with exploring, photographing, lounging and collecting- oh, I almost forgot about the eating part (glorious seafood dripping with hot salty butter). No matter where I travel I always manage to bring a little of my trip back with me. This sometimes includes shells, rocks, sea-glass, and sand- yes I said sand. I use it in sea scapes and many other peculiar projects.

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Now to get to the point that I’m trying to make- this is what I am proposing- I would like to hold a drawing for a piece of my travel treasure. Now here’s the part where you come in, all those who are interested in participating can leave me a message on my bon voyage post, stating that they would like to participate. The winning name that I draw from my magic hat will be sent a secret package.  So what does this mean to all of you who covet  free goodies in the mail? Keep an eye out for my special post, requesting a message from all who want to partake in my little give-away. That’s it…  Have a wonderful weekend.

jj

April 3, 2009 Posted by | me, rants, secrets | , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

Beyond the Pink Door con’t

Get comfy-here we go into part 2 of the Pink Door. If you missed part one click here first.

The feel of weathered metal, the anticipation of the unknown and the sound of her breath hot and damp filled the space between her ears. Her hand began to tremble as the creaking door inched it’s way to an open stance. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. The smells were faint but somewhat familiar. A scratchy voice beckoned her to a back corner, softly bathed in a crystal glow. sexy-light

One foot in front of the other, slowly making her way to a soft velvet chair.  She looked into the face of deep character and darkened eyes. The gesture of a hand and the mumer in voice caused this woman to lend her palm for further examination. Words fell to a whisper as her eyes became fixated on the pale pink lips that had lost their supple shape.  Her ears burned as the passionate tales of an old soul and her lover swirled round and round until her mind was full and half a day was spent. The essence of vanilla bean and dark cocoa lingered as insightful words trailed off and the light of day pierced her eyes. She squinted and took a deep breath of smug city air with a sigh of  relief. This act of poor judgement and indulgence of curiosities had not caused her demise, in fact it was a pleasant way to pass the time. But now the light of day was falling and it was time for her daily transformation to commence.  Just as she began to remove the pointy red shoes it happened. Her exit from the city was blocked. An unfortunate accident had closed off the freeway and forced her to detour from route.

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With eyes like saucers and a heart beat that threatened to leap from her chest she noticed the similarities to the tales that were spun all afternoon. The afternoon’s images, so intricately described, began to unfold right before her. She passed the lemon tree which sat on a corner just past a white picket fence that contained a small child in blue cotton dress, chasing her tiger striped kitten. Just past the lemon tree was a familar old man walking his dog, the very same black and white dog described to her earlier that day. He was pointing to a drive just a few feet ahead. This drive led to a diner with a  Moroccan blue door just like the shack that the mysterious old soul had described as the place where she met her “true love”.

blue-door1The car swirved off the road and parked right up front. She entered the diner and took a seat on a stool at the counter. While enjoying her second cup of turkish coffee she noticed the essemce of vanilla and the bitter taste of dark chocolate lingering on her tongue. A chill rolled down her spine as the burn of a stare on the back of her neck quickly stole the moment. Slowly, very slowly, she turned to engage the eyes that remained so intently focused on her shape. Her chest tightened as her throat let out a tiny gasp. The dainty cup filled with her delightful brew fell to the floor and shattered the silence. Those eyes, those hauntingly beautiful eyes, that hair, that dark wavy hair…

Don’t miss the conclusion of this tasty little tale coming very soon. I think I’ll go grab myself a dainty cup of coffee. Cheers…

jj

March 28, 2009 Posted by | me, saga, secrets, Uncategorized | , , , , , | 7 Comments

Just beyond the pink door

red-heelsShe was the kind of girl who had it all; poise, confidence, beauty and charm doesn’t require a man. Her high heels and polished suits pounded the pavement by day while her bare feet and free spirit danced in the garden by night.

gypsy-garden Her gypsy soul was responsible for creating a special place unseen by others. It was private yet free and uninhibited. It was the only place that she had ever, really, felt like herself. It was the kind of place where a girl could go to be completely alone, which was just the way she liked it. She had created a dual life- a business woman who earned a good living in the city by daylight and then disappeared into the country without a trace after dark. In the darkened sky, just before the moonlight, this woman became a girl. A young spirit with no identity, no responsibilities- just freedom and bliss.

gypsy-candle-lit-pathHer professional and personal life were completely separate . It seemed as though she lived two completely different lives, each with it’s own unique personality.  This switch in persona happened the moment she pulled off those heels. The business hair came down, her make-up was off and all clothes were free flowing or not at all. She lived in the garden and talked to the plants which bore the most succulent fruits. Each bite became sweeter than the last and every night the juice slid down her chin and onto the dirt floor. She bathed in a waterfall that feed a restful pond on the edge of a garden, filled with candle light and music. She danced without thought, she slept deeply, and she ate whatever she wanted. There were no rules in this garden, just colorful birds and fragrant flowers.  This woman never seemed to age as her dual life went on for years without any reason for change. Her life was beautiful and perfect outside the pink door.

It was a Wednesday and it felt like a day no different from any other. After she dressed in a business suit, and red heeled pumps, her hair went up into the perfect twirl and off she went. The city was hot and noisy but her day was uneventful,  yes, very uneventful, until she reached the pink door. This weathered old door with chippy paint and a slightly rusted metal handle would change everything. It would send her world into a tail-spin and make her question every inch of her life. It would threaten the gypsy girl who danced away the night and make this confident woman question her judgement. Opening that door seemed like a ridiculously stupid thing to do but something was calling her to it. This force unseen tugged at every fiber of her being and a voice from the other side seemed to utter her name in a whisper. Although curious by nature, she was always cautious and remained very private, but the voice kept calling and calling. She cupped her hands over her ears and closed her eyes but the voice never stopped and the temptation grew stronger. Will her hands be forced to touch the rusty patina and open that door?

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Will she open the pink door?  Libby said she would. I would. Would you?  That’s all we have time for today. Come back later, or you’ll miss the rest of my story. Have a great weekend my friends.

jj

March 27, 2009 Posted by | lovers, saga, secrets | , , , , , , | 11 Comments

A secret recipe and oh yeah… magic

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( a cool August evening over the pond- shot from my bathroom window) 

The spark of excitement and the essence of change floating is around you in the form of tiny sparkles. Sometimes things are just more beautiful and vast than words can describe. It is as if there is another realm of existence that we refuse to see. It existed long before we were grown and could be seen perfectly through our childhood eyes. The spirit danced around us and we refused to give up on the magic. Take a moment and float in that bubble of all things fantastical and possible. Let yourself believe in a world that sparkles and a light that dances in your presence.

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(A magical sunset over the ocean)

Do you remember those days as a child when the realm of the fantastical was part of your every day and anything was possible? Make me a promise to never lose sight of your fairy tales and dreams. Don’t forget that you matter and are special. Don’t let life drag you down and take away your dreams, your magic, your life. Let go of the things and people who drag you down. Cherish the life you’ve created for yourself.

Great things can happen when you truly let go and allow your whimsical, fantastical self create. Yesterday I did just that and what transpired took my breath away. My vision of a world of peace and colorful happiness developed into this beautiful necklace.

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The secret to this recipe is that it is absolutely free. Magic is all around us. Be adventurous and take a big bite, let it roll around on your tongue, taste the essence of freedom and savour the flavor of success. Let your intuition be your guide into the world of possibilities. So burn your to do list and bury your stress this is your day….Enjoy!

jj

March 6, 2009 Posted by | me, rants, secrets | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments