Javajune's Blog

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

A sea of whispers

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A little seascape made from reminants of my 2007 sanibel vacation.

It’s time to make my reservations for another spring break by the sea. Every year I pick out a cottage on-line with a preconceived notion of how it will look. It’s always perfectly fine and usually quite lovely but never exactly as I envision. Below is what I’ve imagined for this year…

Standing alone in the silent little rented cottage, she sighed and sat down in a comfy slip covered chair near the open window. The warm salty breeze felt wonderful against her skin. She loved the way the long sheer curtains blew across the floor. It felt as though the room was alive and breathing.    This cottage had a life of its own and somehow offered a sense of companionship. The old girl had once been a care takers cottage to the slightly dilapidated mansion up the hill.  It wasn’t in the best of shape and the weeds and wild roses had grown up all around but she kind of liked it that way. It felt hidden and safe, just like her secrets; the ones that she had locked away in the vault so long ago. This cabin was part of a cottage row and the closest one to the sea. All of the cottages were old and failing but somehow this old girl had fared the best. She was still quite structurally sound. The inside was painted a creamy Casablanca white. The ceiling was cedar and there was a large wooden beam across the middle. The cupboards were cottage blue with weathered metal handles. The square kitchen table had a chopping block for a top, and faded blue legs. The chairs were wooden, straight back- two painted cottage blue and the other two in a sunny yellow. The appliances were white, quite old but still very functional.  The floor boards were wide wooden planks and in some places the gaps between them were wide enough to see the sandy soil below. She didn’t mind and felt a kindred spirit toward this old place.  The gardens, now slightly overgrown, must have been someone’s pride and joy. There were so many wonderful flowers that had been carefully planted along the picket fence. The colors of the roses blended together perfectly. The soft peachy roses next the baby pinks then fading into the creamy off-whites and finally a stellar white to end the row. She loved the honey suckle vine that climbed the trellis wall; the smell was divine.

The setting here was lovely and mysterious. The old cottages seemed all but forgotten and the intriguing Mansion on the hill looked so ominous. All of this was constructed so masterfully on beautifully lush grounds overlooking the sea.

I have a vivid imagination that is hard to live up to. Enough day dreaming- off to work!

xo-jj

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November 4, 2009 Posted by | lovers, me, photography, secrets | , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Journey to the other-side

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Someone once said,

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. “

I’ve always had a secret desire to buy an old VW hippy van and travel across the US with my camera, a notebook and an open mind. I would love the adventure of an open road laid out before me and the nostalgia of a retro ride not to mention the great gas mileage. So as I embark on my journey in the air to the Pacific North West I will close my eyes and imagine that I’m making this journey on the open road, in this….

I found this pic on Wheels weekly- I love it.  Now imagine my face behind the wheel with a big smile. Get packed Jana, my stylish friend, I’m headed your way and yes your bare feet are welcome on the dash. I can see us now with the wind in our hair and not a care on our faces as we head into Portland to pick up an artsy goddess named Lucinda on our way to the beach. We’ll be having a claim bake in the sand and everyone is invited to join us. Lisa, the beautiful world traveler, is headed up the coast in her sports car for the unravelling reunion. I can’t wait to meet her. I know Susannah the unravelling queen  and many others will be there.  There will be laughter and tears that will last for several days. Music playing, cameras clicking and wine flowing as the surf tumbles across our feet.

That’s my fantasy trip but reality is quite different. I’m headed to Portland Oregon with my son to get him set up for a college internship. There will be many details to tidy up and then a sad goodbye as I leave him in in the north west and return home alone. I’m happy he is taking this opportunity but sad that he’ll be so far from home. I know it’s only a plane ride away but a flight to Pacific North West is damned expensive.  That V-dub bus is looking better all the time.

This trip will be busy but we’ll take some time for fun, a jaunt to the west coast and a visit with my Unravelling friend Lucinda, but this growing up stuff is hard to except. I’m thankful and sad at the same time. So the real deal is that I will be headed to the Detroit airport a little before 5am tomorrow morning to board a plane headed westward.  Deborah, The Mid-life Poet, and sweetest girl in blog-land, has promised to be floating in the pool as I  fly-over around 10:45 Michigan time.  I will return next week and resume a normal life of a mid-western girl.

It’s time for a little more caffeine and a lot of busy work getting ready for the trip. I have bags to pack, a house to clean, errands to run and hugs to give before I embark on my journey across the country. Leave me your thoughts and words of wisdom and I will try to check in during the trip. 

Oregon is a beautiful place with it’s many bridges over rivers that are cut out of the mountains, on a rage toward the sea. I hope to have some insightful moments and wonderful images to share with all of you when I return but for now I leave you with a quote from one of my faves by Norman Maclean.

“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.”

Bye for now.

Take care.

xo-jj

Let the journey begin…

August 11, 2009 Posted by | me, rants, saga | , , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

Ulternate universe, characters welcome

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 Those of us who are immersed in the on-line world of bloggery see nothing strange about cyber parties or daily visits to our neighboring blogs. We talk about each other as if we are neighbors, co-workers and friends. It feels totally natural and not the least bit strange at all; until you try to explain why you’re wearing rabbit ears while  having tea with imaginary friends and taking pictures. Just try to explain I dare you! Mr. Java was ready to call for the white coats to come take me away to a nicely padded room. He didn’t buy the whole taking pictures for an upcoming cyber party bit.

Then not long after that I was chattering about what I was going to wear to this up-coming blog event, Vanessa from A fanciful Twist’s Mad Hatter Tea party, and the person I was talking to said oh, it sounds like fun, where is the party? At that moment I knew that no matter what I said or how I tried to explain it was going to sound stupid or crazy or more than likely a combination of both.  I could see the wheels turning in her head as I tried to explain. Her thoughts were rumbling as a role of the eyes and strained facial expression gave way to an “oh I see.”  That was it, not one question about blogs or how they work, who uses them and how do I get one. Nope just a “oh I see.”  I know what she was thinking, “oh my, this poor chick is unemployed while trying to make a go of her photography and she’s lost her mind in the process.” It was that look of pity and fear on her face that snapped me back from this alternate universe  into the land of tangible things and real people engaging in live conversions.

I think the younger generation, like 25 and under has a much easier time understanding the cyber world but just try to explain it to your parents. Do you get the look of didn’t we raise you better than that and be careful or some stalker will show up at your door. I get that talk from Mr. Java who really doesn’t understand this blog thing at all. He only got with the email kick a few years ago because his business dictated that her communicate that way. 

So I wondering how do others explain this alternate world of friendships and parties and what do you say when your in the midst of blogging and a friend calls to ask “what are you up to?” Do you say I was working on my blog, twittering with a friend, down-loading pictures on my web-page or just make something up?

Are we really an odd group or just people who still have an imagination, a sense of fun and genuine trust in the universe? I’m not sure what the answer to that is but I do know that I have met some truly wonderful and exceptionally interesting people here in blog land. How about you?

xo-jj

June 16, 2009 Posted by | confessions, family woes, me | , , , , , , | 6 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