tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2794153471551725752024-02-18T18:31:19.626-08:00Children: RaisedJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-2730749327506851952012-11-17T09:10:00.000-08:002012-11-17T09:10:11.727-08:00Don't Give Up ...
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Don’t Give Up … the privilege of being happy</div>
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Don’t Give Up the joy of finding that you are wrong</div>
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Don’t Give Up your strength to accomplish small and great
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Don’t Give Up your freedom to be gracious</div>
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Don’t Give Up your power to encourage yourself</div>
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Don’t Give Up the excitement of exploring new ideas</div>
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Don’t Give Up the peace that is found in seeing the good</div>
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Don’t Give Up the luxury of kindness</div>
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Don’t Give Up your gift to encourage others</div>
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Don’t Give Up your freedom to reinvent yourself</div>
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Don’t Give Up on understanding with compassion</div>
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Don’t Give Up on listening to your intuition</div>
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Don’t Give Up the courage to take responsibility </div>
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Don’t Give Up the pleasures of experiencing today</div>
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Don’t Give Up on healthy relationships</div>
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Don’t Give Up on loving as you choose your own way </div>
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Don’t Give Up … on being you</div>
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Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-70915138761565086922012-09-06T10:09:00.000-07:002012-09-06T10:09:05.334-07:00moss green yarn & knitting needles
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moss green yarn & knitting needles </div>
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in the hands of one whose heart loves </div>
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effortlessly seeks to embrace and bless </div>
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the creation wrapped and tied with a bow</div>
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her offering “when you need a hug put this on”</div>
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“and feel my love” her voice echoes through time </div>
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creation and offering now wrap round my shoulders</div>
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loving arms and bright eyes through space between</div>
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her love and creativity embrace, cheer, and bless</div>
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the promise renewed in bird's song<br />
new life out of the night<br />
yesterday receded as that day grew long<br />
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there was a day, no days<br />
when the lights burned into the night<br />
words only heart now says<br />
my daughter's eyes were bright<br />
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this morning my heart did not remember <br />
I was busy with the daily round<br />
this afternoon while thinking of December<br />
near searching for fire in some sound<br />
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<br />Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-43234255583191920272010-06-24T20:12:00.000-07:002010-06-24T20:12:49.873-07:00Wedding in Tuscany<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY4RovwHeDu44Oiz_mru50R2e9plxMNO_7dWzy5ZdFBoHxgQGVRsNktpWYoT_B0C2bKC9YmbJIGcIjJpOt6nDEai713NHc-p2Ysn_RCEpFgqTFq3BGD6XPS96RqJGEDUrt_PtPq9YJI5YU/s1600/DSCN1916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY4RovwHeDu44Oiz_mru50R2e9plxMNO_7dWzy5ZdFBoHxgQGVRsNktpWYoT_B0C2bKC9YmbJIGcIjJpOt6nDEai713NHc-p2Ysn_RCEpFgqTFq3BGD6XPS96RqJGEDUrt_PtPq9YJI5YU/s320/DSCN1916.JPG" width="240" /></a>This little patio held my youngest daughter and my new son as they married.<br />
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Breathing and drinking in the grace from these hills echoed the love we have for each other.<br />
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Memories of the weddings of my eldest daughter and new son and eldest son and new daughter filtered through the early afternoon mist. Settling amoungst the activities as they were lived they wove a vivid new tapestry of my growing family.<br />
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Each new addition to our family changes the landscape and so enriches our lives and the lives of all who touches us Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-80085337074171008462010-02-25T10:23:00.000-08:002010-02-25T10:25:17.653-08:00surface breaks<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"> </span><span class="UIStory_Message">... as the hearts swells with Love there is an accompanying pulling of it's fiber - a drawing that threatens a breech - but welcome it none-the-less for it is only the surface that breaks leaving it's womb intact to receive and give Love ...</span></h3>Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-40443418680552902642009-11-13T16:08:00.000-08:002009-11-13T16:14:28.211-08:00the best seats in the housethe best seats in the house<br /><br />there are times<br />no words can be spoken<br />for they fear they will drown<br />in the tears that will come<br /><br />there are times<br />no words will be held back<br />despite fear they will drown<br />in the tears that will come<br /><br />there were times<br />i sat still and listened<br />on the steps to the basement<br />for their joy and laughter<br /><br />there were times<br />i sat still and listened<br />on the steps by their rooms<br />for the sounds of their dreams<br /><br />there were times<br />i sat still and listened<br />on the steps of the porch<br />children ran up and down<br /><br />there were times<br />we sat talking through tears<br />on these steps in our homes<br />as hearts broke in my arms<br /><br />there were times<br />i sat along sobbing<br />as these steps in our homes<br />held me close in their arms<br /><br />there were times<br />in our lives together<br />these steps in our homes were<br />the best seats in the houseJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-86262351659557506992009-11-13T16:05:00.000-08:002009-11-13T16:06:47.048-08:00tearsthe clouds above are weeping ... tender kind tears ... cleansingJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-29548209742357555252009-08-14T23:20:00.000-07:002009-08-14T23:23:11.481-07:00long timeBe a long time<br /> Watch alone tonight<br /> You are gone<br />You had<br /><br />Sleep while you<br /> My heart in yours<br /> I was beautiful<br />My plans<br /><br />Roll the canyon<br /> You’re in my head<br /> Have to survive<br />Those are alive<br /><br />Want where never<br /> Lose sorrow free<br /> Name been know<br />Places have<br /><br />I was dreaming<br /> With your hands<br /> Following heart<br />With my<br /><br />Stand by the side<br /> These rush by<br /> My faces from<br />Time wasted<br /><br />And pleasure we<br /> Down this road<br /> Been here before<br />Be more<br /><br />Now down five to<br /> You’re in my head<br /> Block out survive<br />Dream alive<br /><br />I believed you <br /> And loved years <br /> All these tears <br />Instead lies <br /><br />Salty tears heal<br /> Have told me if<br /> I thought of all<br />I'm aliveJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-29951582614387580832009-08-02T18:13:00.001-07:002009-08-02T18:14:55.616-07:00new stairsthese stairs have not been tested<br />they wait for hearts to open<br />to<br />to bear the weight of their needs<br /><br />7-3-09Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-16165719536700802312009-08-02T17:58:00.000-07:002009-08-02T17:59:41.532-07:00what my dream said today 7-6-09today i saw myself holding me prisoner<br />both parts are very nice about it<br />but prisoner none-the-less<br /><br />tonight i will be released from the prison<br />both parts will be very nice about it<br />but free none-the-less<br /><br />7-6-09Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-32279289207416983022009-08-02T17:53:00.001-07:002009-08-02T17:54:07.723-07:00early morning hourssilence speaks loudest<br />in the early morning hours<br /><br />the heart hears great things<br />in the early morning hours<br /><br />the mind rises to great heights<br />in the early morning hours<br /><br />rise before the sun sheds its life<br />in the early morning hoursJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-64917820330452669002009-08-02T17:37:00.000-07:002009-08-02T17:38:09.742-07:00tell me pleasei want to make ahome i want to be a home i want to live with someone i want to be loved i dont want to work outside but i must i have something that must be said i have something for others to hear so will hear some wont no need to say - what i believe is truth - all else is false - need to be sure it is truth - need to know - tell me please –Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-25137021702594878552009-08-02T17:15:00.000-07:002009-08-02T17:16:07.395-07:00vague memoryevery once in a while i wonder<br />where the love went<br />the love i thought i had - left<br />it disappeared - gone<br /><br />like a whisp of hot water leaves<br />the pot and is - gone<br />in the cool of the air surrounding<br />the pot - i wonder if<br /><br />it was true - of course it was<br />of course - but doubt - its gone<br />toady no hint is left - only<br />the vague memory of the warmthJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-50049719485716661262009-08-02T16:59:00.000-07:002009-08-02T17:02:36.470-07:00to ...the feeling, thought<br />that i have nothing<br />to bring to do<br />value ...Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-67046610402150623152009-06-30T21:17:00.000-07:002009-07-18T10:21:03.895-07:00the best seats in the housethere are times<br />no words can be spoken<br />for they fear they will drown<br />in the tears that will come<br /><br />there are times<br />no words will be held back<br />despite fear they will drown<br />in the tears that will come<br /><br />there were times<br />i sat still and listened<br />on the steps to the basement<br />for their joy and laughter<br /><br />there were times<br />i sat still and listened<br />on the steps by their rooms<br />for the sounds of their dreams<br /><br />there were times<br />i sat still and listened<br />on the steps of the porch<br />children ran up and down<br /><br />there were times<br />we sat talking through tears<br />on these steps in our homes<br />as hearts broke in my arms<br /><br />there were times<br />i sat alone sobbing<br />as these steps in our homes<br />held me close in their arms<br /><br />there were times<br />in our lives together<br />these steps in our homes were<br />the best seats in the houseJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-71945666783786045622009-06-27T13:44:00.000-07:002009-06-27T14:00:43.270-07:00memories bubble upin the eyes of my children today<br />echo their eyes of yesterdays<br />they do not know what my heart sees<br /><br />in the words of my children today<br />echo their words of yesterdays<br />they do not know what my heart hears<br /><br />in the lives of my children today<br />echo their lives of yesterdays<br />they do not know what my heart feels<br /><br />my heart lives today with purpose<br />faith, hope and love bind together<br />a cord of strength, courage and wisdomJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-10534611477832695322009-06-20T09:13:00.000-07:002009-06-20T09:15:25.891-07:00easy - difficult - easy - difficultgotta say - doing what i had done since a kid came relatively easy<br />this post mom-on-the-job training is straining my brain :)Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-90928732515435541222009-06-09T17:11:00.000-07:002009-06-09T17:15:23.076-07:00step out intomissing krista shines a light on how much i love each of my kids enjoyed being their mom and how blessed i am to be loved so much by them - love you all lots :) :) :) :)<br /><br />They each in their turn stepped out into the rest of their lives<br />I now step out into the rest of my lifeJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-50645296261963599382009-06-08T22:04:00.000-07:002009-06-08T22:21:48.117-07:00memories bubble upthere are many memories of the past that come and go on any given day<br />it might not surprise you, although it has surprised me, that these memories come faster and more frequent with the passing from one stage of life to another<br />it might be that i have spent many years absorbing experiences, feelings and circumstances and now they begin to bubble up for me to see then disapear as they light on the palm of my hand leaving the transparent residue in a circle - the image etched in my mind's eye where the heart alone ponders it's relevance for today ...Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-54817213572764822662009-06-08T21:58:00.000-07:002009-08-04T16:05:29.392-07:00last and firsttonight the last Monday nightJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-71152914898573010522009-06-06T07:29:00.000-07:002009-06-06T07:43:12.048-07:00yesterday was friday - today is saturdayyesterday ... well that was friday but I thought it was saturday - turned into saturday long about 9:30 pm - not sure how but it did (why is a wholenother question ...) - maybe the SNL reference to will farrell on the john stewart show ... anyway, today the birds have heralded the dawning of this Saturday - I get to live - really live this last Saturday as an on-the-job-mom ... yoo-hoo - sort of - yeah ... sob ... yeah - yeah wins this time :) - it is still early morning - bright eyed and bushy tailed - alive today :)Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279415347155172575.post-2499378754336231872009-06-05T21:56:00.000-07:002009-06-05T22:14:59.958-07:00last saturday nightthe last saturday night of my being an active - on the job - mom <br />32 years 6 months 2 days 21 hours - 407 saturday nights - now that is a long term employment - not that the kids would have fired me - they might have thought about it a time or two - they keep me in their lives and for this I will be eternally grateful. I am still my kid's mom allbeit with a revised job description - started 9 years ago and is being revised daily<br />yeah ... sob ... yeah ... sob ... yeah ... sob<br />sob wins - for nowJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0