What I See

I Look at the World

And my Heart Hurts.

I see the Beauty

The Joy, the Pain.

I see the Sunrise,

And I feel the Rain.

I see the Birds of the Air

And the Things that Crawl Below.

I See Decay in my surroundings,

And I see how Life Grows.

I see a baby reach tenderly for His

Mother’s Endless Love

I see the Elderly in need of the same

Kind and Loving touch.

To some It is just a Marble

of green and brown and blue

Floating in a bubble

no meaning for me or for You

I see it as a Teacher,

A Sage, a Loyal Guide

To mold the clay It's Given

To direct Our every Stride.

So when I look at the World

And I say to you “My Heart Hurts”

It’s because I See
The Miracle…
I See

The Struggle…

And all Its Magnificent Worth.

Jenny 12/30/2014

Moonlight

Adele, Make You Feel My Love

Good Morning Mr. Jackson!

Jordyn: “Good Morning Mr. Jackson!”
Jackson: "Where have you been? I have been  looking EV-ER-Y-WHE-RE for you.”

Inseparable, that is how Jordyn’s teacher would describe her and her new little 4 year old beau “Mr. Jackson” during their early morning preschool class. 

I was running a little behind one morning as I hastily worked through my washing, dressing, and scrambling of eggs routine. I was merely five minutes overdue when I walked through the preschool door greeting Ms. Tiffany, Jordyn’s new preschool teacher. “Sorry, I’m a little late.” I apologetically explained. Just then Jackson cool and collectively walked across the room and with a mild determination took his stance. “Where have you been? I have been looking EV-ER-Y-WHE-RE for you!” he anxiously proclaimed as if he had searched the whole world over. He then took Jordyn by the hand and guided her towards the Play-Doh table.

At this age you may find that some kids attach themselves to a parent, their favorite toy or blanket, but not these two. They have learned early how to find the eternal comfort in another human being; the reliability and assurance of a true friend indeed.

Jackson- Johnny Cash & June Carter (click to play)

A Little Bit of Love

Watching the children grow before my eyes it would appear as though time is just zipping by. And as the older ones stumble upon the very beginnings and possibilities of new love, it has the remainder of the clan left with something to be desired. 

But love is all around us even in our dimmest moments. Sometimes right under our nose!

All we have to do is look

  

Gene Austin - My Blue Heaven 1927, (click here to play)

Heaven Isn't Too Far Away

Here is a part of a conversation that Jordyn and I shared the other day. 

Eva Cassidy-Who knows where the time goes (Click to Play)

Pennies

I was teaching Jordyn the value of a penny the other evening and I told her "...since we can't buy much with them, we might as well build a castle."

Oh, the joys of Motherhood!

Keep smiling!

Bing Crosby - Pennies From Heaven 1936 (Click to Play)

All Is Fair In Love and War

Peggy Lee -Glory of Love (Click to Play)

"The Music Box"

If you love something cherish it,
 Treat it with care.

If not, when you are older,

It will no longer be there. 

~jenny

Clair De Lune

Your soul is as a moonlit landscape fair,
    Peopled with maskers delicate and dim,
That play on lutes and dance and have an air
    Of being sad in their fantastic trim.

The while they celebrate in minor strain
    Triumphant love, effective enterprise,
They have an air of knowing all is vain,—
    And through the quiet moonlight their songs rise,

The melancholy moonlight, sweet and lone,
    That makes to dream the birds upon the tree,
And in their polished basins of white stone
    The fountains tall to sob with ecstasy.

~Paul Verlaine

Clair De Lune -Liberaci (Click to Play)

My Funny Valentine

My Funny Valentine (Click to Play)

 Ella Fitzgerald

My Rock

 Baltimore Oriole- Hoagy Carmichael (Click to Play)

As I look out of my window at the birds eating the left over apples from off of the apple tree out in the yard, I can't help but to think, that even during the coldest and harshest of Winters God still provides food for all of the little birds. 
His eye "is" on the sparrow.

 "Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or stow away in barns, and yet [God] feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? (Matthew 6:26)
 

The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my Savior, my God, my rock in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the strength of my salvation, my stronghold. 
(Psalms 18:2)

HELP!

The desire to give even when your own resources are depleted 

seems to be the theme in my life lately. I strive each day to find a way 

to contribute something, because something is better than nothing right? 

What else can we do while we spin around each day on this revolving 

complex sphere full of mind boggling conundrums? 

I haven't got it all figured out just yet, but I do realize the importance of 

"the giving of one's self to others".

 Even if it is a futile attempt, at least the attempt was made.

Help -The Beatles

Lucky Old Son

"Lucky Old Sun" ~Frankie Lane 1949

“Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher “Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.” 

What do people gain from all their labors at which they toil under the sun? 

 Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever. The sun rises and the sun sets and hurries back to where it rises. The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course.

All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again. All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing.

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. Is there anything of which one can say, “Look! This is something new”? It was here already, long ago; it was here before our time. No one remembers the former generations, and even those yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow them.

(Ecclesiastes 1)

King Solomon

...So Find Joy In The Simple Things...

And In The End, Let There Be Love.

FIN