Javajune's Blog

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

Come to my window

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Mr. J keeps putting away this old window that belonged to my grandparents farm house but I keep dragging it back out because I like to peer into the old wavvy glass. Sometimes just for a moment I catch a glimpse of my past.

Do you ever feel as though no matter how hard you try to be a certain way or do certain things, your true self  is always revealed- like there is an unseen guide that opens doors and windows for you when you’re not looking.  I’m not talking about religion here but something that might be a bit similar. I do have faith although it at times it is a little confused or unsure of itself. It just seems to me that no matter what I think I want or where I think I should be in my life, my real position or destiny always wins. This is difficult to explain but let me take another shot at it. Now listen closely because this may be a bit hard to follow. hee hee

I have always wanted to be things I’m not- like a successful business woman, someone famous, a published author, a tall model; well you get the picture, right? I  head off on little life journeys or alterations seeking such things but something unseen always pulls me back to this place- no not this blog, silly. Back to this girl who rambles and jumps in with both feet before looking, and then back to a girl who changes her mind as often as the wind changes direction. My life always centers on a small map of curiosities and adventures, never too far from home base but always traveling in one direction or another. This girl is creative, a little flighty and her attention spans is less than an inch long. She may never be famous or head of a fortune five hundred company but that’s okay, right? I should also mention that sometimes she is a little unsure of herself.

I was never one that said I want to be such and such when I grow up. There were way too many possibilities- how in the world could I choose just one? So I dabbled- yes I am a great dabbler if nothing else. Having said all of that, this post still fails to make my point which is that no matter what I do I will always be exactly what I am. Okay good I have figured it out. Well… not exactly- I’m not sure who the, I am, is. I told you this was going to get complicated.

Do we all have some big divine purpose or are some of us just destined to ride along making things interesting for others? Is there really some sort of giant magnet pulling us back to center when we veer too far off the path? What makes me fall back to that same old girl that I started with and why can’t I be something else entirely?

Have you ever thought about these kinds of things or is it just me? Maybe the rest of you are smart enough to know that it’s best to just go with the flow and not fight the current. I usually do just that but then there are those moments when I see something on the other side and think yes I should try that, go there, or maybe be her- instead of me. I guess I was meant to stay this girl who takes pictures and tells stories and nothing else.

Hopefully by now you aren’t thinking whoa this chick is way crazy or something similar. This chick isn’t too crazy, maybe slightly off center, but not too far. She’s not a perfectly shaped circle and definitely not square, just slightly irregular with a few nooks and crannies. Hmmmm, speaking of nooks and crannies I wish I had an English muffin smothered with rich melted butter that has seeped down into all the nooks and crannies just perfectly.

 

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Okay the wind has changed and so goes my mind. I’m off to forage for breakfast.

Have a great day.

xo-jj

June 10, 2009 Posted by | confessions, me, rants | , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

Seduced by a naked mango

Seduce: to lead astray usually by persuasion or false promises.

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Have you been seduced lately? I bet you have without even knowing it. Just recently while I was flipping through a food magazine, I came across a gorgeous picture of a mango.  The ad said,” eat mangoes naked.” Maybe they taste better when you’re naked and the juice drips off your chin, runs down your chest and then settles in your naval.  I don’t know. Okay, I really don’t like mangoes, mango juice is pretty tasty but the fruit by itself just isn’t my thing. But this mango looked so appealing, so fresh, and juicy and well, I bought one. I started to eat it with my clothes on and then I tried the naked thing to see if it tasted any better-no better just sticky. Mangoes are kind of a sexy fruit and eating them naked didn’t seem like a too much of a stretch. The truth is I’m very easily seduced. I like the words sexy,  naked, seduction; what can I say, I’m a hopeless romantic, I told you , it’s in my profile.

Where is all of this talk about seduction and mangoes leading to: I wanted to rant a little about the subtle changes I’ve seen due to the current recession. Changes are necessary but I’m not sure I like what I see. I know my view is a bit obscure and probably something that most of you haven’t thought about but what would you expect from Junie?  The real question should be, “what does being seduced and eating mangoes in the nude have to do with our current economy?”  It sounds like a bit of a stretch but let me explain.

 The allure of the stage or the layout of your favorite magazine, the soulful sounds of  music or the vivid colors on canvas: it all has a way of drawing us in with it’s quiet seduction. We are seduced everyday, everywhere and in many ways. It could be the cool sophistication of a pair of designer jeans or that sexy sports car that says, “I’m successful” maybe even the comfort of religion and a promise of heaven. We see it and want it without question. We are so easily influenced and unequivocally seduced by the mere look of perfection or the smell of success. Nobody starts out wanting to be a store clerk or part of the roadside crew. We go for the allure of becoming an artist, a doctor, a lawyer, a fireman, or an actor. When in reality the job of a clerk or roadside worker is real and honest.  A lust for fashion and a quest for fame starts very early and is encouraged by our parents, our teachers and strangers too. The question, “what do you want to be when you grow up” starts before we reach the age of understanding. 

Is all of this about to change with the current condition of the economy and the feeling of disgust over greed and excess? Should it? If we settle for what will put food on the table and keep a roof over our head, are we at risk of losing our dreams and the notion that we can do anything we set our minds to?

I’ve seen a change and I’m not sure what to think of it.  The gloss on the page has become subdued, the expensive ads are few and far between. It’s true that things had become a little out of hand. We’ve been living a life of glitz and glamour and instant gratification and yet we dare to ask for more.  But yet, I wonder if we can’t scale back and get a little more real and down to earth without losing our ability to dream just a little. Is it possible?

Could you become resilient to the art of seduction and if you could, would you want to?  How many times have you bought a product because it promised to make you feel beautiful or become a success.  I have to admit I’m a sucker for a beautiful magazine, a romantic movie or an alluring commercial ad. I’m not sure I want to lose that feeling of being romanced, seduced and then pleased by my purchase. You’re not just purchasing a product your buying the idea or story that goes along with it.  It’s all so satisfying in an enchanting kind of way.

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I know we need to make a change in our expectations and lifestyle but don’t take away our lust for beauty, our longing for adventure or our need to dream. I’m afraid that during our quest for simplicity we might lose something childlike and magical along the way. The advice to keep life simple is wise but I don’t think that means we have to live a life of boredom or become too generic.

I’m trying to be more simplistic in my needs and mindful of how much is too much but I refuse to ignore the art of seduction or put an end to my dreams. I will still lust for a life that is filled with sparkle, allure and at times a little seduction. I refuse to give up on the lust of a dream and the quest for a career that suits me.

I’ve been seduced by a fruit that I don’t even like, what about you; are you easily seduced?

Think about it and let me know, right after you sink your teeth into a sweet, juicy mango. mmmm, it’s so good!

xo-jj

May 1, 2009 Posted by | me, rants, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

This tiny thing

img_0542Something has changed and I can’t put my finger on it but I can feel it, smell it, taste the difference. It’s very, very small but not insignificant, no not at all. Many great and important things start this way, as a tiny moment, or a little thought, a speck of dust, or a powerful seed.  One tiny seed packs so much within it’s tiny shell. Hold it in your hand and marvel at it’s simplicity but plant it beneath a handful of dark rich soil and hope begins. All that is needed to foster this seed is patience and just a little tender love and care. If you plant the seed and then someone waters it, this tiny particle grows into a hopeful living thing that gives back more than it’s taken. 

The magic begins the moment this little thing is placed in a dark rich earth that penetrates it’s hard core and nurtures her inner self until something amazing happens. When it’s first planted there is no way to be certain what may transpire or what kind of plant will prevail but then it happens, this tiny thing that didn’t look like much became a beautiful thing with tiny leaves and intricate roots. There is no need to be all-knowing or to have any answers at all. It only requires a little patience, persistence perhaps, and just the right amount of expectation, for hope to be born and a tiny seed to spread it’s roots that will change the earth just a little.

It may sound ridiculous but I assure you it is not. We are all gardeners in a very special way. You and I have been planting the seeds and we’re tending the plants together. This land of blog is our soil and yep you guessed it- the seeds are lingering within our words. One of us plants a good thought and another fosters it with an encouraging word, the next blogger feeds the hopeful seed with particles of information and then an explosion erupts through the core with rich green leaves and a tiny bud that faces the light, maybe for the first time. As the light warms this plant, her beauty begins to unfold and bring  joyful smiles and lasting hope to this place.

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Who would have ever believed that such a tiny thing could become the change that transpired it all. No more wondering if this could be true, I assure you it’s real and happening right at your feet. No one belongs here more than you and your wonderful words. We have everything we need to foster this blogland into a blossom of extraordinary beauty that can grow a fruit that will nourish us all.

be patient…

be persistent…

be hopeful…

be the story…

be convinced… 

Hope is alive and growing and you have made the difference. Together we can change everything,  just one word, one story, one day at a time.

I love this, it makes me want to go play in the dirt. Thank you for making this a hopeful place.

What I’m listening to right now.

Can you see my feet tapping and my face smiling?  🙂

xo-jj

April 3, 2009 Posted by | me, rants | , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Seasons change and so does her world

img_2235It never fails, every year, as the spring thaw begins, a transformation takes place in her wardrobe and decor. She gets that itch that can’t be stopped which forces her to make changes  in subtle ways that don’t affect her bank account too dearly.  Her need for color and rejuvenation are satisfied with a scarf here and a pillow there. img_2530

Her decorating style could be summed up in one word…eclectic with a french country flair but her personal style is quite another story.

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Her wardrobe is simple but sometimes a bit funky. She loves the ease and flair of the sexy boho style clothing and accessories. Her style is at times too much for the conservative town in which she lives and this causes a bit of a stare.

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She loves to collect things and then put them on display. Her tastes are eclectic but play well with each other. A Moroccan vase here a antique French cabinet there.

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You never know what you may find at any turn. A sparkle here or

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a little floral there.

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peruvian-hat This girl doesn’t mind the numerous stares or occasional snicker. Dare to be different- it may change your life.

 

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This commotion is worth all the trouble to just be herself. She will never worry what the neighbors might think. This girl throws caution to the wind and stays free with her style, which brings a breath of fresh air into her world.

Life is too short to ever conform; so open the windows and hang out in style; this is what life and fun are all about. Don’t worry about becoming the topic of conversation. You may just start a trend, that let’s you be you and me be me. It could be contagious; one can never be too sure about these things.

legs1So take a small step toward changing your world, just a little. “It won’t hurt too much”, is her promise. Display a few visible reminders around your space.

She who refuses to be molded by her conservative world, collects smooth rocks from the shoreline and paints little thoughts and messages to be read each day as she passes by. It’s simple but effective in changing her mindset.

Don’t be afraid to let the real you peek out, just one leg at a time. This girl will be here to cheer you on every day.  Spring time has spoken and rebirth is all around.  Now it’s your turn to shed your old skin and emerge all shiny and new. Come-on she knows you’re in there.

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Happy Spring my friends…..

jj

April 2, 2009 Posted by | me, rants | , , , , , , | 8 Comments