tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204496542009-07-17T18:18:24.559-04:00Journey Through GraceThere is no doubt that grace is the only thing that has allowed me to stay sane, love myself, and laugh on this journey which is my life.Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.comBlogger1298125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-65639056392587159912009-07-17T05:30:00.000-04:002009-07-17T05:30:00.523-04:00Yes, you are so handsome!<div style="text-align: center;">Good evening ma'am. <br />I hope you don't mind my occupying your fence.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sl5yyD7uyEI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/9G-35kCD2ZE/s1600-h/IMG_4002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sl5yyD7uyEI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/9G-35kCD2ZE/s400/IMG_4002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358846810992330818" border="0" /></a><br />Wait, let me show you what I can do!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sl5yxThbGlI/AAAAAAAAEQw/4AWIlY7RZIE/s1600-h/IMG_3999.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sl5yxThbGlI/AAAAAAAAEQw/4AWIlY7RZIE/s400/IMG_3999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358846797997087314" border="0" /></a><br />Isn't my throat patch beautiful... are you attracted to me?<br />I have to make sure the other <a href="http://www.uga.edu/srelherp/lizards/anocar.htm">Green <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Anoles</span></a> know<br />this is MY fence spot as I impress the ladies, you know.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sl5yw2WJO-I/AAAAAAAAEQo/C6fQxroXi0k/s1600-h/IMG_4003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sl5yw2WJO-I/AAAAAAAAEQo/C6fQxroXi0k/s400/IMG_4003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358846790165150690" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-6563905639258715991?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-69227566446024485362009-07-16T05:30:00.001-04:002009-07-16T06:17:55.604-04:00To say thank you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sl3O11qrLwI/AAAAAAAAEQg/vj0153Q_IRA/s1600-h/kindness_is.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sl3O11qrLwI/AAAAAAAAEQg/vj0153Q_IRA/s400/kindness_is.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358666555975216898" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My friend <a href="http://timesfool.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-xu-to-you-and-me.html">Mata posted a wonderful blog entry</a> about the importance<br />of expressing appreciation to others. As I read her post, it inspired me<br />to think about what I could do to let people know how much I<br />appreciate their efforts and kindness. So many times, we are touched<br />by <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">someone's</span> kindness, but we fail to really let them know how much it meant.<br /><br />When I take Sam out to eat, the server finds him waiting to order, along<br />with his Thomas the Tank Engine book. When my big, almost 17 year old, tells<br />the server he wants "lots of biscuits and French fries" and they<br />"get" him, it means so much to me. When they knowingly smile<br />at me, interact with him, and make sure he is well taken care of in<br />the biscuit department, and even offer a to-go box for later, it<br />makes me happy beyond measure. How nice it would be to be<br />able to leave a card on the table letting them know how much<br />their kindness and understanding is appreciated.<br />Thanks for the food for thought Mata.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;" ><br />"No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted." -- Aesop</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-6922756644602448536?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-33238845513845513702009-07-15T05:30:00.001-04:002009-07-15T05:30:00.674-04:00Circling the premonition<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sl0p0_lgE6I/AAAAAAAAEQY/j7iS72A8xtM/s1600-h/IMG_3423.CR2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sl0p0_lgE6I/AAAAAAAAEQY/j7iS72A8xtM/s400/IMG_3423.CR2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358485122039419810" border="0" /></a><br />Do you ever have a premonition?<br />Some might call it a feeling in your gut?<br />Something is wrong, and you just <span style="font-style: italic;">know</span> it?<br />I hope and pray my gut feeling is wrong.<br />I don't want to think of the worst,<br />but my medical background leads<br />my brain to places of rationality,<br />and there are times, I wish I didn't<br />know so much as a nurse.<br /><br />At times, being so clinical and rational<br />makes you face potential facts more quickly.<br />I won't expound, except to say my worry is not<br />for me or for my husband, but for my daddy.<br />Please pray that my premonition is wrong.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-3323884551384551370?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-21667704819034173132009-07-14T05:30:00.005-04:002009-07-14T06:19:19.976-04:00Grunt, curse, and repeat again...So, the belt on our treadmill was getting pretty worn in the center, and we had noticed it was harder and harder to keep it centered on the deck. We called to order a new one, which arrived last week, but alas, no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">instructions</span> on how to install it. I emailed the vendor, and a nice service rep, Shane, kindly emailed me the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">instructions</span> below (with photos). Over the weekend, hubby and I decided to get the belt changed out. All tools assembled, we headed to the basement...<br /><br />1.Remove motor hood.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Easy enough... two screws, we're done. This won't be so bad!</span><br />2.Remove screw from foot rail on each side.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Again, two small screws, and it's off! Man, this is a breeze!</span><br />3.Remove base caps on right and left with a Phillips screw driver. (bottom hole)<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Get the right angle, and they snap right off. We're <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cruisin</span>' along!</span><br />4.Using an Allen wrench, remove the bolts that hold on the rear roller by turning counter clockwise.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">OK</span>, so these puppies are a bit... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">grrr</span>....tight... but off they came. We are invincible!</span><br />5.Remove the rear roller.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Boy this bolt holding this roller on is positioned way down in there.... ugh... finally, it's out.</span><br />6.Remove the bolt that holds on the front roller by using two 13mm wrenches.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Uh, <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> bolt? Down in there? Uh, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">OK</span>. There's not much navigating room. The &amp;^%* socket keeps slipping off of it.... almost... tongue held just right. Whew. It's off.</span><br />7.Remove the front roller.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">This sucker is heavy. But, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">OK</span>, it's off and lined up by the wall with all the other parts and bolts.</span><br />8.Slide foot rail to the end of the unit.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Slide? Seriously? How about take a rubber mallet and a yardstick and bang it an inch at a time to get the dang thing to "slide" off? Jeeps. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">OK</span>, they're off.</span><br />9.Remove eight deck bolts, (four on each side) using 5m Allen wrench that came with unit. Take deck and belt off of unit.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">These are also a bit.... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">tiiiiight</span>...OK, almost have them. I have lube all over my hands now...and this deck is very.... awkward to hold... ouch, my toes!</span><br />10.Install new belt using above steps in reverse order. Be sure to add lube for new belt.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">OK, so we cleaned all the surfaces under the belt deck nicely and vacuumed up all the dust, and we've added new lube to the deck surface. Greasy, greasy silicone. The belt is on! TA-DA! Now, it's time to put everything back together by going backwards with the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">instructions</span> above! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Yay</span>! We did it!</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> It's all back together and we smile and wipe our brows!</span><br />11.When adjusting the tension on the belt, turn bolts on each side the same number of times. Start the belt and adjust as needed.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">OK! We're ready to adjust the belt.... uh, wait a minute. Houston, we have a problem. Seems... um... that Shane...um... sent the wrong belt. Seriously? Seriously. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Alrighty</span> then. Reverse course. Take the "new" belt OFF. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Grrrr</span>... serious potty mouth language abounds. Side by side we measure..... it's 2 3/4" too long. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">SHANE!!!!!!!?????????????????????</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Slu_WfspyDI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/KEikLgsF_-k/s1600-h/IMG_3979.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Slu_WfspyDI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/KEikLgsF_-k/s400/IMG_3979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358086574874150962" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-2166770481903417313?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-46500748026580081222009-07-13T05:30:00.003-04:002009-07-13T06:45:28.008-04:00Another wonderful quote...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlnTl-fHNuI/AAAAAAAAEQI/tt385EW1iN8/s1600-h/DSCF0025+%284%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlnTl-fHNuI/AAAAAAAAEQI/tt385EW1iN8/s400/DSCF0025+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357545881116030690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(Sunrise in Ormond Beach, FL- 2004)</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Another snippet from Barbara Brown Taylor's <span style="font-style: italic;">An Altar in the World</span>:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">"Reverence stands in awe of something-- something that dwarfs the</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">self, that allows human beings to sense the full extent of our limits--</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">so that we can begin to see one another more reverently as well. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">An irreverent soul who is unable to feel awe in the presence of things</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> higher than the self is also unable to feel respect in the presence of</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">things it sees as lower than the self, Woodruff says. This raises real</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> questions about leaders, especially religious leaders, who cite</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">reverence for what is good as their warrant for proclaiming whole</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> populations of people evil."</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-4650074802658008122?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-32568560732503774802009-07-12T05:30:00.000-04:002009-07-12T05:30:00.994-04:00And so it begins<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Slkv0v2-EoI/AAAAAAAAEQA/Mzbpv_h8oPY/s1600-h/IMG_3972.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Slkv0v2-EoI/AAAAAAAAEQA/Mzbpv_h8oPY/s400/IMG_3972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357365814980645506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Uh, well... I'd say we're pretty committed now. :c)<br />Thanks to everyone for your good ideas and suggestions about<br />our pool demo/landscaping. Yesterday, we decided to go ahead<br />and get the tarp off and start getting the liner out. We got started<br />early, around 9AM, but with the humidity, it soon began feeling like<br />we were in a cooker. Hubby and I cut the entire liner away from the<br />pool, and then cut it into manageable strips so we could put in into<br />contractor sized garbage bags for disposal. There was a sheet of 1/8"<br />foam behind it, and we found that the side walls are made of metal.<br />The bottom was a hard packed sand. I won't even go into how nasty<br />the liner was, especially in places where it was still damp. <br /><br />We had already planned to take down the fencing ourselves as well.<br />So, truly, all I need is someone to truck in fill dirt, and maybe a foot<br />of topsoil for planting. We'll be talking to some people this week to<br />get estimates on the fill alone and then we'll deal with the landscape plans.<br />I am just happy we've gotten a good start. <br />Whew. I am quite the strapping woman, I am!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-3256856073250377480?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-24351878176399507732009-07-11T05:30:00.000-04:002009-07-11T05:30:00.239-04:00Sticker Shock<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlfT9kFqBeI/AAAAAAAAEP4/_Uq7TXa9LHI/s1600-h/2008Sep21_0952.tif.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlfT9kFqBeI/AAAAAAAAEP4/_Uq7TXa9LHI/s400/2008Sep21_0952.tif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356983336393377250" border="0" /></a>Gulp. OK, so we knew when we decided to fill the pool in that it was not going to be cheap. I called the landscape person we have used for other projects, and with whom we've had great experiences in the past. She came out at the end of May to look at the area and talk to me about what might work best. Because of the rainy May we had, she and her crew have been behind, and so she told me it might be a few weeks before she got back to me with a plan and proposal. Fine. We had nothing but time. In the meantime, we went ahead and drained the pool of the water so that we did not have a cesspool growing as it got hotter and hotter. We simply kept the area covered with the trampoline tarp. <br /><br />June came and went and although I was in touch with her several times, she did not have a proposal to show us yet. Husband became rather impatient as June morphed into July, and called her himself the first week of July. She told him she'd have something to show us by this week, and on Thursday called to say she would be by on Friday evening to show us what she'd come up with in terms of a plan for the area.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlfRMhhrBXI/AAAAAAAAEPg/FR0y1veH9xk/s1600-h/IMG_3968.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlfRMhhrBXI/AAAAAAAAEPg/FR0y1veH9xk/s400/IMG_3968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356980294868731250" border="0" /></a>So, yesterday afternoon late, she came out to show us this beautiful and well thought out plan for the area. Initially, she proposed a "sunken garden" area, but we explained that the sides of the pool are metal, which pretty much means we'll have to fill in the entire area with soil. When she came out in May, she mentioned "re-doing" the beds surrounding the pool which now are a straight line of holly and arborvitae to "soften" the look since we'll be taking down the fencing. But, when she came out yesterday, those beds were not addressed at all. Nope. And as she explained the plan she designed, she said, "I tried to stay within the budgeted amount, but just could not." Gulp. As I looked at the total amount, a good $3000 more than we'd intended to spend, combined with the fact that it did not even include "softening" the beds surrounding the pool, my heart sunk.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlfSEXQ23mI/AAAAAAAAEPw/3Owbl4miQwk/s1600-h/IMG_3970.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlfSEXQ23mI/AAAAAAAAEPw/3Owbl4miQwk/s400/IMG_3970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356981254186524258" border="0" /></a>We kindly listened to her proposal and then told her we needed the weekend to discuss it, and we'd let her know something by the first of the week. As soon as she was out the door, we both turned to each other with deer-in-the-headlights looks and basically decided that we'd have to go back to the drawing board. I can't even imagine we can't get it done for the money we've budgeted, and so we called a contractor friend, who will be getting in touch with someone he knows to get us a better price on the fill-in and then we'll deal with the landscaping issues. What a disappointment. Nothing is easy I suppose, but money is money, and in this day in time, budgets are a necessity. Stay tuned...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-2435187817639950773?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-58817581483655009952009-07-10T05:30:00.002-04:002009-07-10T05:30:00.563-04:00Altars all around us<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlZbWlwZMmI/AAAAAAAAEPY/EZmXQCtJb-A/s1600-h/9780061370465.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlZbWlwZMmI/AAAAAAAAEPY/EZmXQCtJb-A/s320/9780061370465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356569250454123106" border="0" /></a><br />Recently, my friend <a href="http://foranyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/06/book-review-altar-in-world.html">Ginger reviewed Barbara Brown Taylor's new book, <span style="font-style: italic;">An Altar in the World</span></a>. I was excited to hear that she had a new book out as I thoroughly enjoyed her book <span style="font-style: italic;">Leaving Church</span> which I read last year. When I read Ginger's review, I immediately found the book on Amazon and downloaded it to my Kindle. I am halfway through it, and also heartily recommend it. I love how she focuses on the fact that if we look, we truly can see God in most anything and any situation. Nature as an altar, other people as an altar... altars all around us.<br /><br />These passages really struck a chord with me as we see more and more bloodshed around the world in the name of religion and belief systems:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"I know that nothing strengthens community like a common enemy. I know that when religious people are feeling overwhelmed by a world with little use for their ancient truths, they can find new meaning by identifying a great evil to oppose. I know that the Abrahamic faiths of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam are especially vulnerable to the formation of "oppositional identity," both because the stories of their struggles with their enemies have been make sacred in their scriptures and because monotheists-- one-true-God-people --have never wasted much charity on those who do not acknowledge their one true God. Here is a law as reliabe as gravity: the degree to which we believe our faith is what makes us human is the same degree to which we will question the humanity of those who do not share our faith."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">... "We have just enough religion to make us hate one another, " Jonathan Swift once observed, "but not enough to make us love one another." Because we are human, which is to say essentially self-interested, we are always looking for ways to add a little more authority to our causes, to come up with better reasons to fight for what we want than "Because I want it, that's why." If we can convince ourselves that God wants it too--even if that means making God in our own image so we can deny the image of God in our enemies--then we are free to engage in combative piety. We are free to harm others not for our own reasons but in the name of God, which allows us to feel holy about doing it instead of just plain bad."</span><br /><br />So much truth in those paragraphs, no? Kudos to Barbara Brown Taylor for writing a book which makes us all think about how we can better experience "God" in our lives.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-5881758148365500995?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-52095039288351468272009-07-09T05:30:00.007-04:002009-07-09T06:27:53.710-04:00Life Lessons<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlUUkhugT6I/AAAAAAAAEPQ/P4sMTgFft-g/s1600-h/life_is_good_diner_mug_3_daisies_10783_p23788.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlUUkhugT6I/AAAAAAAAEPQ/P4sMTgFft-g/s400/life_is_good_diner_mug_3_daisies_10783_p23788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356209949588344738" border="0" /></a><br />This email is currently circulating, but I found it lovely and worth sharing for those who may have not yet seen it...<br />The original email said that Regina is 90, but upon investigating, I found a link to her site<br />and a correction about her true age. Funny how things get embellished on the web.<br /><br />********************************************************<br />Written By <a href="http://www.reginabrett.com/">Regina Brett</a><br />of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland, Ohio<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">"<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >T</span>o celebrate growing older,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">It is the most-requested column I've ever written.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><br />My odometer rolls over to 50 this week, so here's an update:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">4. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">5. Pay off your credit cards every month.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">13. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">16. Life is too short for long pity parties. Get busy living, or get busy dying.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">17. You can get through anything if you stay put in today.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">18. A writer writes. If you want to be a writer, write.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">22. Overprepare, then go with the flow.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">24. The most important sex organ is the brain.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">25. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: "In five years, will this matter?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">27. Always choose life.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">28. Forgive everyone everything.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">29. What other people think of you is none of your business.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">32. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">33. Believe in miracles.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">35. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">36. Growing old beats the alternative - dying young.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">37. Your children get only one childhood. Make it memorable.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">38. Read the Psalms. They cover every human emotion.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">41. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">42. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">43. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">44. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">45. The best is yet to come.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">46. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">47. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">48. If you don't ask, you don't get.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">49. Yield.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">50. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-5209503928835146827?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-11981263566074871262009-07-08T05:30:00.001-04:002009-07-08T06:54:04.143-04:00Shoring up the nest<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlO5Ofp6OpI/AAAAAAAAEPI/pKZR9CxPVeg/s1600-h/P1010942.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlO5Ofp6OpI/AAAAAAAAEPI/pKZR9CxPVeg/s400/P1010942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355828040540240530" border="0" /></a>My sister has some ginormous arborvitae behind her house,<br />and one night last week, heard a baby bird chirping away near the ground.<br />She found this rather recently hatched baby on the ground.<br />Upon inspection in the arborvitae, she found a nest which had<br />seen better days, with another viable baby still in it.<br />She shored up the nest as much as she could, put this little<br />one back in with its sibling, then watched and waited to see who<br />might come to tend this nest.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlO5OPejrYI/AAAAAAAAEPA/8K_6LL2MVJQ/s1600-h/P1010945.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlO5OPejrYI/AAAAAAAAEPA/8K_6LL2MVJQ/s400/P1010945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355828036197657986" border="0" /></a>The next day, the mystery was solved!<br />A female Northern Cardinal came in chirping and upset in the<br />vicinity of the nest. Because the baby was on the ground yet again,<br />my sister decided to give it a better measure of safety and put the<br />entire thing down into a Country Crock container. We're not sure if<br />this was a first time mom, or if something tried to get to her nest, hence<br />rendering it less sturdy for her babies. None the less, she happily came<br />back to the nest to tend her babies, and at least now can be assured that<br />they won't fall out on the ground until they are good and ready.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlO5N0S9DbI/AAAAAAAAEO4/pNJSx39Tbmk/s1600-h/P1010960.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlO5N0S9DbI/AAAAAAAAEO4/pNJSx39Tbmk/s400/P1010960.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355828028901232050" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-1198126356607487126?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-64010562708407715472009-07-07T05:30:00.000-04:002009-07-07T05:30:02.934-04:00Fly, baby, fly!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlKD8QmB-XI/AAAAAAAAEOw/QufSPlGDIZo/s1600-h/IMG_3952.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlKD8QmB-XI/AAAAAAAAEOw/QufSPlGDIZo/s400/IMG_3952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355487978166810994" border="0" /></a><br />We were watching the news last night when I heard a bluebird<br />warble very close by, and it sounded like a baby.<br />I got up to look out the window just in time to see this little<br />baby fly from my deck to one of the large pines in the back<br />as dad chased away something he considered a threat.<br />This is the second brood to fledge this season, and that<br />brings the total of new bluebirds on Chickadee to 10!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlKD7ySTm7I/AAAAAAAAEOo/d6Kc9XP7niY/s1600-h/IMG_3965.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SlKD7ySTm7I/AAAAAAAAEOo/d6Kc9XP7niY/s400/IMG_3965.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355487970031016882" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-6401056270840771547?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-89229800028690841742009-07-06T05:30:00.001-04:002009-07-06T05:30:02.276-04:00Beautiful musicI am always on the lookout for new music. I love the Genius feature in iTunes which<br />offers other music you might like depending upon what you are currently listening to.<br />As I have been listening to Catherine MacLellan lately, I have been given other artists<br />to check out that are similar, and here is one I found just this week. <a href="http://www.sandramccracken.com/home">Sandra McCracken</a><br />is an artist out of Nashville, and has a very pure and lovely sound. She often sings<br />along with her husband, Derek Webb, also an accomplished musician. Check them out<br />in the nice video below and see what you think. <br />(What is it with all the Mc/Mac singers I am finding lately?) :c) <br /><br /><object height="405" width="660"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y_NEEwOyXGU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y_NEEwOyXGU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="405" width="660"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-8922980002869084174?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-78457407603353608722009-07-05T05:30:00.001-04:002009-07-05T05:30:04.074-04:00Macro hopper<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sk_nKcPZymI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/Q_KEOtPYyWE/s1600-h/IMG_3934.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sk_nKcPZymI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/Q_KEOtPYyWE/s400/IMG_3934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354752648532314722" border="0" /></a>This little guy was on a palm frond in one of my planters on the deck<br />yesterday afternoon. He was only maybe 1/2" in length?<br />He caught my eye as I was watering, and when I took these and<br />then put them on the computer, I was amazed to see all his splendid<br />detail and multiple colors! I Googled some grasshopper sites and<br />think he's probably a <a href="http://bugguide.net/node/view/122984/bgimage">Scudder's Katydid Nymph</a>?<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sk_nKGxXY5I/AAAAAAAAEOI/_ihKvTETdHs/s1600-h/IMG_3937.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sk_nKGxXY5I/AAAAAAAAEOI/_ihKvTETdHs/s400/IMG_3937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354752642769183634" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-7845740760335360872?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-24689820220431449122009-07-04T05:30:00.000-04:002009-07-04T05:30:01.900-04:00Independence Day<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sk5s3JDULsI/AAAAAAAAEOA/w-2ZaPGjob4/s1600-h/nat-farbman-boys-sitting-on-porch-holding-sparklers-with-us-flag-in-back-during-independence-day-celebration.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sk5s3JDULsI/AAAAAAAAEOA/w-2ZaPGjob4/s400/nat-farbman-boys-sitting-on-porch-holding-sparklers-with-us-flag-in-back-during-independence-day-celebration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354336701568528066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(Print by Nat <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Farbman</span>)</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Happy July 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> to all!</span></span><br />As we celebrate our country's birth,<br />may you have many blessings to<br />count, and good times to remember<br />with family and friends.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-2468982022043144912?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-14330939208291734092009-07-03T05:30:00.000-04:002009-07-03T05:30:01.254-04:00I want to be Rachel!<object height="405" width="660"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZlAdfgzPoc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZlAdfgzPoc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="405" width="660"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"If I see a road, I'll take off. I don't even know where it goes, and I don't care. I just want to find out." -- Rachel</span><br /><br />God love this woman. I want to be her when I grow up!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-1433093920829173409?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-62891752638521733642009-07-02T05:30:00.001-04:002009-07-02T05:30:02.327-04:00Sentence Completion Meme<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sku3xmw7s4I/AAAAAAAAENE/eN9nvjrBmBI/s1600-h/IMG_2512182.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sku3xmw7s4I/AAAAAAAAENE/eN9nvjrBmBI/s400/IMG_2512182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353574644907225986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(Zinnias from my parent's yard back in July 2006)<br /></span><br /></div>I am going to owe <a href="http://www.imdowntown.net/2009/06/monday-morning-meme-3/">Jane</a> a royalty of some sort....<br /><br />Sentence Completion:<br /><br />1. I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ve</span> come to realize that my last kiss… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">was born of 20 years of knowing and heeds me a good day ahead.</span><br /><br />2. I am listening to… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Catherine <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">MacLellan</span> sing to me.</span><br /><br />3. I talk… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">more than I listen sometimes, and always with my hands.</span><br /><br />4. I love…<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">life.</span><br /><br />5. My best friend/s… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">are relationships I wish were deeper and closer. </span><br /><br />6. My first real kiss…<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> shocked me to my toes.</span><br /><br />7. Love is… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">a decision.</span><br /><br />8. Marriage is…<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">something that takes work, grace, and growing.</span><br /><br />9. Somewhere, someone is thinking… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Michael Jackson's children do not seem to possess any of his genes?</span><br /><br />10. I’ll always… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">see people as individuals and show kindness.</span><br /><br />11. The last time I really cried was because… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">the truth was spoken and it hurt.</span><br /><br />12. My cell phone… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">helps me stay connected on a daily basis.</span><br /><br />13. When I wake up in the morning… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">there is comfort in my routine.</span><br /><br />14. Before I go to bed… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I read my Kindle.</span><br /><br />15. Right now I am thinking about… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">why this family of Barn Swallows chose my home to roost.</span><br /><br />16. Babies are… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">proof that life will go on.</span><br /><br />17. I get on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Myspace</span>… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">uh, never? (Sorry to all those people who send me invites.)</span><br /><br />18. Today I… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">encouraged a brand new Plastic Surgery resident during his first Hand Clinic.</span><br /><br />19. Tomorrow I will be… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">having fun, as I am off and Sam and I will go to lunch after we see the wonderful Dr. S.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">20. I really want to be… <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">fully</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> </span>aware and living each day as if it were my last.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-6289175263852173364?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-80678296683230102212009-07-01T05:30:00.008-04:002009-07-01T06:25:59.244-04:00Perching places<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Skibh2d3QTI/AAAAAAAAEM8/qAZZzKjUC-U/s1600-h/IMG_3918.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Skibh2d3QTI/AAAAAAAAEM8/qAZZzKjUC-U/s400/IMG_3918.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352699162988593458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The baby Barn Swallows roosting under my porch. :c)<br /><br /><br />Here is a short video I shot from our dining room window so you can see<br />where the Barn Swallow babies are perching to be fed and where they were<br />in relation to the window where I shot yesterday's photos.<br />As I was shooting it, (sorry for the bad lighting) mom flew to the front<br />porch and perched on top of one of the columns where she has her babies<br />roost each night! Meanwhile, dad kept feeding and towards the end of the clip,<br />flies in to feed one of the three.<br /><br /><br /><object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KspAOSzjna4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KspAOSzjna4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="405" width="500"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-8067829668323010221?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-41354843548296613672009-06-30T05:30:00.004-04:002009-06-30T06:20:37.241-04:00Bird's eye view<div style="text-align: center;">The Barn Swallows have come back to the front porch area every evening for several days.<br />Saturday evening, the babies were perched on a gutter which was just below the windows<br />in our bonus room over the garage. I grabbed my camera to head up there, and<br />when I looked down, was looking directly over them. I very gingerly opened<br />the window and only raised the blind enough for me to get a view from my<br />camera with me standing up, hence the blinds got in the way in some shots.<br />But, it was a sheer joy to be there, quietly and reverently watching them.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Skf5qZlyAQI/AAAAAAAAEMs/Jme35nmKkk8/s1600-h/IMG_3866.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Skf5qZlyAQI/AAAAAAAAEMs/Jme35nmKkk8/s400/IMG_3866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352521188972298498" border="0" /></a><br />Looking down over them, you could really see the iridescent<br />blue in their feathers just really starting to pop over their backs.<br />(click to enlarge)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Skf5qOrH4WI/AAAAAAAAEMk/Dja-dbgdUHk/s1600-h/IMG_3880.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Skf5qOrH4WI/AAAAAAAAEMk/Dja-dbgdUHk/s400/IMG_3880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352521186041913698" border="0" /></a><br />They would watch as mom and dad flew by, hoping to be<br />the recipient of a juicy insect.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Skf5py0j5mI/AAAAAAAAEMc/s2Pe5vLJH7I/s1600-h/IMG_3877.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Skf5py0j5mI/AAAAAAAAEMc/s2Pe5vLJH7I/s400/IMG_3877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352521178565305954" border="0" /></a><br />And, occasionally, they would simply close their eyes and rest a bit...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Skf5po4jGOI/AAAAAAAAEMU/kNoSWeoRj1g/s1600-h/IMG_3869.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Skf5po4jGOI/AAAAAAAAEMU/kNoSWeoRj1g/s400/IMG_3869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352521175897676002" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">only to be reawakened by the chirping of their siblings as<br />mom and dad came back for some more feeding.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Skf5pY_obuI/AAAAAAAAEMM/07rJnTARVmE/s1600-h/IMG_3884.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Skf5pY_obuI/AAAAAAAAEMM/07rJnTARVmE/s400/IMG_3884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352521171632418530" border="0" /></a><br />Each evening, mom has corralled them under my porch and they roost there<br />during the night, all three nuzzled up together until the dawn.<br />What I wouldn't give for them to nest there next season!<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-4135484354829661367?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-27605754469179578302009-06-29T05:30:00.000-04:002009-06-29T05:30:02.360-04:00Glistening in the sunrise<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkUrhBzdy6I/AAAAAAAAEME/72GhbuCBfLI/s1600-h/IMG_3713.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkUrhBzdy6I/AAAAAAAAEME/72GhbuCBfLI/s400/IMG_3713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351731578619677602" border="0" /></a><br />The other morning, the sunrise was peeking around the corner of<br />the side of the house towards the front yard, and the sprinkler was on.<br />I looked towards the sunrise and saw this lovely sight of a spider's evening<br />web constructed at the base of a cherry laurel illuminated by drops<br /> of water and the sunrise...glistening beautifully.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-2760575446917957830?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-12427636673360967622009-06-28T05:30:00.000-04:002009-06-28T05:30:03.441-04:00Peanuts in the heat<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkUperTEsOI/AAAAAAAAEL8/qDQxyCLQqRw/s1600-h/IMG_3690.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkUperTEsOI/AAAAAAAAEL8/qDQxyCLQqRw/s400/IMG_3690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351729339195240674" border="0" /></a><br />I looked out to see this rather tired Downy clinging to the<br />peanut feeder. She'd eat a bit and then just hang there as<br />if she needed to gain the energy to grab a bit more.<br />It's been so hot and so dry... I don't blame her.<br />It's no fun to eat too much in the heat! <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-1242763667336096762?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-19079674123278258802009-06-27T05:30:00.003-04:002009-06-27T07:27:28.304-04:00Feeeeed meeeeee!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkUleRMHtAI/AAAAAAAAEL0/JSVm4lxiNrg/s1600-h/IMG_3766.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkUleRMHtAI/AAAAAAAAEL0/JSVm4lxiNrg/s400/IMG_3766.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351724934140244994" border="0" /></a><br />The Barn Swallows hung around all evening long and even roosted<br />under the front porch during the night. One of the adults, seen above,<br />(mom?) was one busy swallow trying to keep three babies fed!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkUleK9s9ZI/AAAAAAAAELs/InDozLaVQKs/s1600-h/IMG_3784.CR2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkUleK9s9ZI/AAAAAAAAELs/InDozLaVQKs/s400/IMG_3784.CR2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351724932469159314" border="0" /></a>They moved perch to the gutter just above the front porch around 8PM which<br />afforded me a perfect view from the bonus room above our garage.<br />I gingerly opened the window up there, sat in the floor with<br />my camera, and watched with utter joy as they fed their young...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkUldomOx6I/AAAAAAAAELk/LZ3UtJtlLvY/s1600-h/IMG_3814.CR2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkUldomOx6I/AAAAAAAAELk/LZ3UtJtlLvY/s400/IMG_3814.CR2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351724923243906978" border="0" /></a>As soon as they'd see an adult approaching, all three would <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">chitter</span><br />madly, lean forward, and open their mouths as widely as possible.<br />The parents were so fast when they would plunk an insect into the<br />waiting mouths, that I thought I'd never catch it on my camera.<br />Finally, after doing a burst of frames, I was thrilled to load<br />them to the computer and see the image below! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Yippeeee</span>!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkUldRzBpII/AAAAAAAAELc/6RJDM8dlNZI/s1600-h/IMG_3824.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkUldRzBpII/AAAAAAAAELc/6RJDM8dlNZI/s400/IMG_3824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351724917123556482" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-1907967412327825880?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-65110696798414825392009-06-26T05:30:00.002-04:002009-06-26T05:30:01.921-04:00Barnies!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkPbuiUymgI/AAAAAAAAELU/MHsRiV17ZKU/s1600-h/IMG_3731.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkPbuiUymgI/AAAAAAAAELU/MHsRiV17ZKU/s400/IMG_3731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351362374780754434" border="0" /></a><br />Yesterday morning, hubby turned on the sprinklers in the front<br />yard to try and revive the crunchy grass. I was on the computer<br />when I noticed birds flying. I looked closer and realized it was<br />swallows flying through the water as it was arcing over the yard!<br /><br />A closer look revealed, not Tree Swallows, but Barn Swallows!!<br />They flew a while and then landed on the gutter by the porch.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkPbuIJk3aI/AAAAAAAAELM/ZL3Q-6mcPoU/s1600-h/IMG_3717.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkPbuIJk3aI/AAAAAAAAELM/ZL3Q-6mcPoU/s400/IMG_3717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351362367754395042" border="0" /></a>When I walked outside, they began <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">chittering</span> and flying towards me<br />as I stood on the front porch! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hmmmm</span>... were they looking for<br />a potential nesting place? I hurried back inside and watched from the window.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkPbtzo1OfI/AAAAAAAAELE/sfT5tAxNVYQ/s1600-h/IMG_3734.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkPbtzo1OfI/AAAAAAAAELE/sfT5tAxNVYQ/s400/IMG_3734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351362362248346098" border="0" /></a>I finally had to leave as I was already late for work, but when I came home<br />and looked outside, there they were again! All lined up on the gutter just<br />outside the front porch! I was able to snap all these photos from the dining<br />room window when I got home in the afternoon and realized that three<br />of them look like babies.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkPbtrg5R2I/AAAAAAAAEK8/K-pAI-DNtUU/s1600-h/IMG_3732.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkPbtrg5R2I/AAAAAAAAEK8/K-pAI-DNtUU/s400/IMG_3732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351362360067573602" border="0" /></a>As I continued to watch them, I did see one of them swoop out to get<br />an insect, and come back to feed one of the three seated together.<br />What an absolute treat after a long, hard day of work!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkPbtS4JUoI/AAAAAAAAEK0/o-hCjuQ26as/s1600-h/IMG_3743.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkPbtS4JUoI/AAAAAAAAEK0/o-hCjuQ26as/s400/IMG_3743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351362353454207618" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-6511069679841482539?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-88409849289683688622009-06-25T05:30:00.005-04:002009-06-25T06:18:33.851-04:00Heartache<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkIVQZoRx6I/AAAAAAAAEKs/1k6WUBTTjdU/s1600-h/mater-MALE.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkIVQZoRx6I/AAAAAAAAEKs/1k6WUBTTjdU/s400/mater-MALE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350862678771484578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I've written in the past about my "little sister" in Germany.<br />I made her beautiful British acquaintance in February of 2000 when<br />she emailed me about a book review I did on Amazon. Since that time,<br />we've been great, fast friends and have been there for one another in<br />ways I can't describe. She is 15 years younger than me, and I've fancied<br />her the little sister I never got to have. We've even been able to meet up<br />twice when she was in the states on business with the bank she worked<br />for in Munich at the time.<br /><br />Over the years, our communications have been regular and irregular,<br />depending upon what each of us had going on in our lives. Lately,<br />we've not been in frequent email contact as she has been feverishly<br />working on getting her MBA. I was thrilled when several years ago,<br />she met someone who has been her steady supportive partner, and<br />someone that I felt she'd eventually decide she'd spend the rest of her life loving.<br /><br />So, it was with great joy that I opened my email several weeks ago to<br />the news that she and her partner were expecting a little one!<br />My little Rosie... a mommy. Wow. She was so very thrilled and for her<br />birthday in May, I sent her <span style="font-style: italic;">What To Expect When You Are Expecting</span><br />along with a pregnancy journal. She was beaming and I was thrilled for them.<br /><br />Then, came the email this week... in just the 12th week of her pregnancy....<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"We have some very sad news - we are going to lose our baby </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">at just 13 weeks. The prenatal doctor found a bilateral cleft palate</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> on the NT scan last week. On Monday they took some blood from</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> the placenta and today they said the baby has </span><a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://emedicine.medscape.com/article/947706-overview">Patau Syndrome (Trisomy 13)</a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">This is such a severe abnormality, that most babies do not survive</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> long (even a month) after birth and we have decided to end the pregnancy.</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"</span><br /><br />Oh, my heart just sank. I can't even imagine the sadness and shock<br />they are enduring. Please send up some prayers for strength<br />and peace as they deal with this sad and unexpected loss of their little one.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-8840984928968368862?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-76317260842059240522009-06-24T05:30:00.001-04:002009-06-24T05:30:01.583-04:00It's hot in here!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkFYJLoLyYI/AAAAAAAAEKg/ADmE5aEY4dM/s1600-h/maxine-hot+flashes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/SkFYJLoLyYI/AAAAAAAAEKg/ADmE5aEY4dM/s400/maxine-hot+flashes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350654747056261506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So, I was driving to work yesterday, lamenting that it was already<br />in the high 70's at 7:30 in the morning. The humidity has been<br />miserable. As I drove along, I felt myself getting hotter and more<br />uncomfortable. Whew, I thought.... let me turn the air down a bit more.<br />I turned the AC down, and angled the vents directly on me to see if<br />I could cool off. As I kept driving, I continued to feel so miserably hot.<br />I could feel the sweat almost trickling down my back and even my behind<br />felt like it was in a roaster. Boy, if I was this hot this early, I was only<br />imagining how much hotter I'd feel by the time I headed home in the afternoon.<br /><br />A few miles later, as I was truly contemplating arctic temps in my car<br />to cool off, I happened to glance down at my cell phone which I had placed<br />in the center console, and then fully burst out laughing at myself.<br /><br />When I took my phone out of my purse and put it on the console, I had<br />apparently hit the seat heater button. Not only was it on, but it was on<br />HIGH. I quickly turned it off and laughed all the way to work as my<br />bottom finally started to cool off and recover from my seat heatwave!!!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-7631726084205924052?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449654.post-84917413280390115892009-06-23T05:30:00.003-04:002009-06-23T06:22:12.598-04:00Release your inner creativity<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sj_j_cDuD-I/AAAAAAAAEKY/Q8ttCbEfRb8/s1600-h/pay_it_4ward.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXtHShlneec/Sj_j_cDuD-I/AAAAAAAAEKY/Q8ttCbEfRb8/s320/pay_it_4ward.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350245561342496738" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />So, back in November, Ruthie of Nature Knitter posted about<br />how it was her turn to <a href="http://rjknits.blogspot.com/2008/11/snow-knitting.html">"Pay it Forward"</a> when she received a<br />homemade gift from a blog friend in Sweden. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">KGMom</span> responded<br />that she would love to participate, and so last week she, in turn,<br /><a href="http://kgmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/drum-roll-please.html">received a beautiful handmade scarf from Ruthie</a>. When I read<br />about her gift from Ruthie and how it was her turn to pay it<br />forward, I jumped in to participate as well! What a great idea!<br />Channel your inner creative soul, and just simply create something<br />with your own little hands to pass along to someone else to enjoy.<br /><br />Here are the rules to the "Pay it Forward" exchange:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">"I will send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"> on this post requesting to join this Pay It Forward exchange. I don’t </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">know what that gift will be yet and you may not receive it tomorrow </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">or next week, but you will receive it within 365 days; that is my promise! </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">same promise on your blog."</span><br /><br />Since I am not a knitter, my creativity probably will include something<br />to do with my bird photography. So, who is ready to accept a handmade<br />gift and release their own inner creativity to pay it forward? :c)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20449654-8491741328039011589?l=journeythroughgrace.blogspot.com'/></div>Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429journeythroughgrace@gmail.com8