Javajune's Blog

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

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

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

What if?

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“Can you see me?” she asked.

Some days she felt as though she were invisible, like she could enter and exit a room without anyone noticing that she did infact exist. She could float like the tiniest dust particle and land where ever she chose. That sounds kind of appealing in a way, like an opportunity to fly under the radar and catch a private glimpse of the world and all her secrets without anyone being the wiser.

But what if she wanted someone to notice that she could speak, laugh, contribute and make a difference? What if all she wanted was someone to notice that she was breathing and feeling and so very alive. Yes, she desperately wanted that, but no matter how hard she tried it seemed that she was much too small to be seen. No matter how high she jumped or how loud she screamed nobody knew she was there, nobody noticed, nobody cared.

What can a girl in this predicament do to make certain that her life does not go unnoticed? How can she make herself bigger, brighter, louder and some how recognizable? She has already seen and done so many things, how could just one more make a difference?

What if….

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Do you ever feel surrounded by things, people and life but yet you wonder… Do they really SEE me? 

 Just a little mid-week pondering on a rainy Thursday. Hey, I finally opened my Etsy shop back up. I’m not sure why…I guess I just felt like it. On Monday I’m starting an e-course called Unravelling. It is suppose to take me on a creative journey of reconnection with myself . I have to say that I think I’m pretty connected with me. It’s the going beyond myself that I seem to struggle with. We’ll see where this photo safari takes me. I’ll probably take you all with me on this journey of self discovery. I know I kind of do that already but just maybe this will be a little different. Maybe this girl who seems to be somewhat invisible will finally come into focus.  Maybe….

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Wow, it’s Thursday already. Take some time for you (me time) and enjoy your day.

xo-jj

April 30, 2009 Posted by | confessions, me, rants | , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

While I breathe I hope

Fingers flying , eyes crossed, and brain flickering- I’m back. My computer is patched up and ready for another cyber adventure. The keyboard is a little dusty but no matter.

img_2405  My soul has been refreshed and my mind filled with inspiration. A computer melt-down allowed me time to rejuvenate with nature.

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I spent time in my sleepy garden, looking for signs of spring. The snow is gone and the tulips are just beginning to poke their heads from beneath the soil. Amidst their silence is a vibration of over-whelming energy just waiting to be released.

img_2341-blue🙂 The sun is shining through little embellishments placed here and there and the nakedness of the trees is masked by a glow of light that warmed my face.

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As I ventered down the path that led me past the pond, I came to an open field filled with remnants of a long winter and a few hopeful signs of spring.

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I found myself in a curious state similar to the days of my youth, as I set out to explore what lay beyond my garden gate. (These days I travel fully armed with my camera and accompanied by my fury friends, who never pass up the chance for a walk outside the yard.) I was surprised by the variety of things I experienced along the way, all the while the birds sang and the geese chanted. If you close your eyes you can hear the echoing sky in your ears and feel the crisp March air bite at your cheek, but no worries, the sun is peeking out just in time to ease the chill.

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The carnage of life’s past wasn’t limited to skeletal remains. This old convertible was scattered about the field and reeked of vintage charm. Much like the bones I found, these pieces were mangled and scattered amongst the weeds.

I was intrigued by the faded green paint and weathered leather. I could just imagine the feelings of pleasure it brought to a young teen as he revved the engine in the middle of Main Street.

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img_2391As the afternoon rolled in and the drizzling cold of the morning began to fade, I heard the most amazing sound. It was just like the snap, crackle, and pop sometimes heard when milk is poured on a bowl of crispy cereal. As I looked high and low for the origin of that mysterious crackle, a smile came over my face.

img_2316The magic of the sun had forced the pine cones hanging over head to burst open one by one in a joyful explosion. Their sticky aroma filled the air with a heavy scent of Pine Tar. It may sound simple or somewhat insignificant to some but to me it was an amazing feat in nature. I felt alive and so much a part of the Earth and her secrets.

As my journey came to an end and the path led me back to my own garden gate, I felt privileged to be reminded of how amazing life is.

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With all the extra hardship surrounding many of the people we care so much  about or maybe even yourself, a little mending is in order. To those who are struggling today, I send a hug sealed inside a bubble of hope, floating your way.

Take some time to pamper yourself and don’t neglect your inner child.

Don’t be afraid to indulge just a little. I assure you, you’re quite worth it!

img_2291-soft-lightLife is much more exciting and a little softer when seen through the eyes of a child.

Be sure to take the time to experience the good things that life has to offer and remember- as long as you have breath there is hope!

Just breathe…..

It’s good to be back.

jj

March 23, 2009 Posted by | me, rants | , , , , , , | 2 Comments

When your love for another is wasted

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 A little creative writing from my past

You blew into my heart on a special night. I felt you deep down to my core. You barely noticed my naked skin next to yours. I breathed deeply and stole your essence. Your eyes were wrapped in a mystery that never revealed the truth. I was fixated on you, without a care for my own well-being. I thirsted for your sexy soul to become a part of mine. Only then could I break free of the misery that held me captive.

When I was with you, I felt my rhythm come back to me. I knew who I was and others envied my style. I must have been somebody special to have captured such a beautiful boy, wrapped in a man of importance. Your charisma and quiet charm were held together by an envelope of natural beauty. I see you, every time the wind blows a perfectly formed leaf through the sky, with the same lofty presence that floated your karma to mine. You left me just like a silent leaf on the breeze. I watched you go and never looked back as the room fell silent. Only the curtains dared move as a summer’s breeze blew through my soul. I heard my soul answer…hope floats.

jj

February 24, 2009 Posted by | lovers, me | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments