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- Username: just_jan
- In response to: "What was the comfort food you enjoyed most growing up?" Heavenly hamburger
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- Considering a derelict house: character revealed
Abandoned, neglected, old.
If it were kitchen appliances, I wouldn't even hesitate to throw them out, to wonder why Goodwill offers another chance at such a piece of junk.
I am instantly intrigued, drawn by their untold story, their blighted history. Someone designed, dreamed and built…what happened to cause the abandonment, the loneliness? Was it a broken business deal? A loan that didn't go through? A love affair gone sour? A death?
Then my mind puzzles into the present: who owns it now? Do they even know what it looks like? Do they drive by, disgusted by the dereliction - or the default of promise? Do they promise themselves that this week, this month, it will sell, things will change?
And I wonder, with tender hope, about that relic's potential: who might be looking at you? How would you look with a new coat of paint, some landscaping, a new roof? Would renovation finally bring you a new story to tell, infuse hope into the neighborhood, even the town?
I see character in each old building, and with a select few, I long to touch their potential in a dream-scape renovation.
- Forgive me, but I'll hold onto those…thoughts
The temptation to a mental voyeur is unspeakable.
Why do you think I read so much?
Would it truly show more than that - more than other's drive, intentions, or struggles? Could it make me more patient that morning, more kind that afternoon, more humble that evening?
I find the image of Jim Carey, (Bruce Almighty) his flippant declaration of fix-it-ability better than God's: overwhelmed in a moment by yellow post-it's of that morning's prayers, requests, desires. Even the dog is covered!
Jim (Bruce) discovered what I believe I would: that I am given just what I can handle, just the niche I was created for. The opportunity and vision are enough for what I hear and see by daily breath.
Would I glimpse in a day, the thoughts that most strive to hide, cover, avoid.
Would it make me stronger?
How grateful I am, that only the forgiving Father hears. Loves. Accepts, and continues to teach me, despite what He hears each morning, afternoon, and evening - both from my mind and my lips.
- Sleep alights
Bring the sky a little closer,
cross the winner's tape,
Lighten aching shoulders, back, thighs,
until I reach a child's forgetfulness of this day's work.
Sighs, in the chrysalis of sleep, become songbirds
a metamorphosis so desired,
And what remains of my flight when I rise,
are two hopeful eyes,
- moving morning
the sun up faster from it's rest.
- Inner thermal change
Word searching in the cold dawn.
but you have already gone cold.