Monday, December 28, 2009

Comforts and Joys!

God rest you merry Gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay;
Remember Christ our Saviour,
Was born on Christmas-day;
To save our souls from Satan's power,
Which long time had gone astray:
This brings Tidings of Comfort and Joy.

The Christmas season stirs up reminders of our blessings and reminders of our losses. I, too am grateful for the strength of Jackie. Sometimes seeming superhuman, in the pinch. God seems to have given her the right adrenaline for the real struggle times we go through. When Dad passed away, she sensed that I couldn't cry and that it was still unreal to me. When she drove me home she played, Yolanda Adams "This too shall pass". I cried like a baby. She was able to take the little sister role and comfort me in both of our weekest moments together. That is a basketball move that I will never forget. I was expecting and in the weakest condition and she stabbed me in just the right place for the cry to come out in the right way and place. It was as though she said you know you are not going to be able to really weep when you go in the house, better do it here. We cried until the cry couldn't come out any more and then we went on to the next moments of life.
I am glad for the comforts and joys of the memories of riding around on this planet for a while with dear people. There always seems some sort of damper on the joys and some sort of comforts in the griefs, these are the gifts of God to us. The hugs and the kisses of today are all that we really own.
Love to you!


Joanne Bodden said...

Thank you for that! Emotions can be like that. Even in the face of logic they are a force to be reckoned with. That is a strength that is admirable. Thank you for your prayers and your power of words. You brush off a familiar lyric and illuminate the meaning so well Thanks Jayne !

Jayne said...

Recipe for comfort:I juiced 2 pears, 1 piece of brocoli, 1 carrot and about 10 leaves of spinach, in my blender with 1/2cup of water I mixed it in my sugar free jello and low fat 1 cup of each yogurt combo and it was exquisite. There is nothing in the store that you can match it to. I hope it makes you feel nutrified. Sleep also helps. :(

Joanne Bodden said...

Nutrified or Nutifried!!! or Putrified LOL it sounds mixy and lumpy and well YUCKY!!!! and is making me giggle but thanks too I will try it one day :X (LOL)

Jayne said...

Nutrified or putrified? Well, it doesn't look good, but it tastes delicious. I know you need some nutrition when you are crying. So I ate the whole bowl for you.:)
No lumps because of my new EZbake Oster, I got for Christmas, Just what I always wanted! :)
It was green and initially it was lumpy and gross and I resisted the desire to throw some okra in it to gross everybody out. Nobody touched it, but Ezra and me. That is how you have to secure things in this house. It looks yucky, but its mine!

jackie said...

hey guys great to send some love to you both
keep the post coming even if i dont write makes me feel like im there

Joanne Bodden said...

Classically funny ! Hey Did you really get a Oster food processor? I want one tooo !!! Boy I know you will make some stuff now that is great!
Thanks Jackie for Last nights Kwaanza feast too it was really good.

Jayne said...

Sure, Rub it in that I wasn't there. What did she cook?

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme


Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)

He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.