From November 25, 2008 to December 30 of the same year: 10 Blog entries.
In the entire year of 2009: 15 Blog entries.
One month into 2010: This is the first entry.
I'm blaming FaceBook.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Good thing noone was watching
... or holding their breath! It's been an additional month since I "plan(ned) on penning something this weekend" - but such are the ways of one in flux. This one in flux, anyway.
I actually had to re-read my entries to establish a timeline for everything that has transpired. It was such a whirlwind - Chad and I both commuting from Shawnee to Edmond and OKC for work, spending evenings and weekends at the duplex so that we could finish renovations on the renter's side, finally making the move ourselves, then adjusting to the new space - ESPECIALLY the fact that we didn't have a fence for the dogs.
At first, it was fun - exploring and familiarizing ourselves with the neighborhood, getting out and active, giving each of them their own time instead of just mass-canine attention. We happened into the most walk-friendly neighborhood I've seen in all of OKC - Historic Miller Boulevard - but then... the heat hit.
I'll blame them, first - 'cause, really, I was dedicated - but we wouldn't get two blocks before tongues were dragging and the rate at which we moved was less than a snail's pace. By the middle of June, we had resorted to quick trips to the back yard - but this would never suffice. We all got restless. The outdoors, which was at once so integral to our days became bastardized as function. There was no joy in going there - and this only heightened the transient feel (everything's still in disrepair but the floors) of our side of the duplex.
This past week, we installed a fence. Mind you, only the most dilapidated of panels got replaced - but the new gates function perfectly, and the project has given us a surprising sense of possibility.
I hope to post pictures soon. We're working with a different computer now, and I have yet to find out if/how our camera connects and transfers.
Perhaps this blog will be the very thing that resurrects that part of me which used her point-and-shoot so frequently, turning "everydays" into art. I miss her.
Of course, I missed writing too, until I made myself sit down with the computer - so maybe there's hope :)
I actually had to re-read my entries to establish a timeline for everything that has transpired. It was such a whirlwind - Chad and I both commuting from Shawnee to Edmond and OKC for work, spending evenings and weekends at the duplex so that we could finish renovations on the renter's side, finally making the move ourselves, then adjusting to the new space - ESPECIALLY the fact that we didn't have a fence for the dogs.
At first, it was fun - exploring and familiarizing ourselves with the neighborhood, getting out and active, giving each of them their own time instead of just mass-canine attention. We happened into the most walk-friendly neighborhood I've seen in all of OKC - Historic Miller Boulevard - but then... the heat hit.
I'll blame them, first - 'cause, really, I was dedicated - but we wouldn't get two blocks before tongues were dragging and the rate at which we moved was less than a snail's pace. By the middle of June, we had resorted to quick trips to the back yard - but this would never suffice. We all got restless. The outdoors, which was at once so integral to our days became bastardized as function. There was no joy in going there - and this only heightened the transient feel (everything's still in disrepair but the floors) of our side of the duplex.
This past week, we installed a fence. Mind you, only the most dilapidated of panels got replaced - but the new gates function perfectly, and the project has given us a surprising sense of possibility.
I hope to post pictures soon. We're working with a different computer now, and I have yet to find out if/how our camera connects and transfers.
Perhaps this blog will be the very thing that resurrects that part of me which used her point-and-shoot so frequently, turning "everydays" into art. I miss her.
Of course, I missed writing too, until I made myself sit down with the computer - so maybe there's hope :)
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Four months = One quarter of a YEAR
Has it really been that long?!
I don't even have a considerable entry to offer. Just a teaser, as I plan on penning something this weekend...
"An update?" you ask...
Impossible! And I refuse to be that plotted about it...
I AM still Jenny :)
I don't even have a considerable entry to offer. Just a teaser, as I plan on penning something this weekend...
"An update?" you ask...
Impossible! And I refuse to be that plotted about it...
I AM still Jenny :)
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Preparing for Lift-off
I find it ironic that this time of “crisis” would be the one in which I choose and am confident in such abandon. For YEARS, I have been encouraged to take such steps – but only now, after jumping jobs and industries, marked personal and professional successes and challenges, do I sense complete alignment of Universal and personal power, potential and play.
Yes, I wanted to use three words that start with “P” :) – but play is such an important component, all too often neglected or forgotten because work is “hard”. There’s also the misperception that those who work “harder” are rewarded more greatly. RUBBISH! Every time I think about the job I’ve accepted, I get a giddy feeling of fun – and this, as much as anything, lets me know I’ve chosen well. I see a world of opportunity, am ready to integrate work and the Law of Attraction, and will share the stories and bounty with you!
The countdown is on, as I begin the day which now marks my final week at St. Gregory’s. As I drove to work yesterday, sluggish from a late night working on the duplex, my mind wandered into thoughts of “I don’t want to be going there”, “ I wish I was (headed anywhere else)” – until I realized how few opportunities remained, for such a drive.
I pass such lovely terrain, as I leave 31505 and head for the highway. Fields of golden grass, so tall that my nephews would disappear in their embrace, wave in winds that truly “sweep down the plains”. Corn fields are such a lush green right now that it seems they INVENTED the color. Other (fields) vary the hue and are dotted with cattle – black, brown, white and speckled – and this living art can never be truly captured by a lens, brush or pen.
I don’t think I had ever seen a Meadowlark before we moved to Shawnee, but their yellow bellies burst from the roadside as I pass. The usual terrain is broken with their fantastically placed splash of sunshine, and my thoughts and mood are immediately elevated.
Life in 500SF with a pseudo-kitchen and no running water provides many an opportunity for "invention out of necessity". I'm also a minimalist and energetically-concious gal - so what do you do when you don't have a microwave or corn popper, but want to munch some kernels while watching a movie? Rediscover Jiffy Pop! The dogs were, of course, freaked out by the process - but we loved the nostalgia and enjoyed every bite.
Yes, I wanted to use three words that start with “P” :) – but play is such an important component, all too often neglected or forgotten because work is “hard”. There’s also the misperception that those who work “harder” are rewarded more greatly. RUBBISH! Every time I think about the job I’ve accepted, I get a giddy feeling of fun – and this, as much as anything, lets me know I’ve chosen well. I see a world of opportunity, am ready to integrate work and the Law of Attraction, and will share the stories and bounty with you!
The countdown is on, as I begin the day which now marks my final week at St. Gregory’s. As I drove to work yesterday, sluggish from a late night working on the duplex, my mind wandered into thoughts of “I don’t want to be going there”, “ I wish I was (headed anywhere else)” – until I realized how few opportunities remained, for such a drive.
I pass such lovely terrain, as I leave 31505 and head for the highway. Fields of golden grass, so tall that my nephews would disappear in their embrace, wave in winds that truly “sweep down the plains”. Corn fields are such a lush green right now that it seems they INVENTED the color. Other (fields) vary the hue and are dotted with cattle – black, brown, white and speckled – and this living art can never be truly captured by a lens, brush or pen.
I don’t think I had ever seen a Meadowlark before we moved to Shawnee, but their yellow bellies burst from the roadside as I pass. The usual terrain is broken with their fantastically placed splash of sunshine, and my thoughts and mood are immediately elevated.
Since I haven't posted a picture in a while, here's one from the archives:
Life in 500SF with a pseudo-kitchen and no running water provides many an opportunity for "invention out of necessity". I'm also a minimalist and energetically-concious gal - so what do you do when you don't have a microwave or corn popper, but want to munch some kernels while watching a movie? Rediscover Jiffy Pop! The dogs were, of course, freaked out by the process - but we loved the nostalgia and enjoyed every bite.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
She LIVES!
Not only that, sweet people (if there are any of you out there who still visit this blog, even though it's been almost a MONTH since my last post) - she THRIVES!
We closed on the duplex in OKC, have started renovations (and, dare I say, are nearing a half-way mark on the renter's side?), I accepted a new job and gave my notice at St. Gregory's yesterday.
There is a beaming smile across my face even as I type this update. These changes mark a new era for me - personally and professionally. I am ACTIVELY ENGAGING my potential and living fearlessly.
Let's be clear: fear still rears it's ugly head - and I acknowledge it (sometimes verbally!) - but I am ever more confident in the fact that it's most often just a "thing". Like a needy child who screams to be recognized, the screaming diminishes once even a glance is cast their way. All bark and no bite. Transformative and temporary.
I have learned enough about myself to know the traditional pitfalls I've encountered and positioned myself in, time and time again. This time, however, I choose differently. Those avenues have been taken and proved futile - NOW I live in confidence, both in myself and the Universe's desire for me to have, do and be all that I can hold in my highest imaginings. In fact, beyond them!
As I iterated in the cover letter I penned to the company I'm preparing to work with: "I am not a Pollyanna. I'm an optimistic hard worker." Perhaps I'd rather say that I'm a diligent worker. "Hard" is a debatable adjective, as I continue to experience the seamlessness of the world's workings in my favor.
May my days be a testimony to the love and potential in all of us. This is my anthem.
We closed on the duplex in OKC, have started renovations (and, dare I say, are nearing a half-way mark on the renter's side?), I accepted a new job and gave my notice at St. Gregory's yesterday.
There is a beaming smile across my face even as I type this update. These changes mark a new era for me - personally and professionally. I am ACTIVELY ENGAGING my potential and living fearlessly.
Let's be clear: fear still rears it's ugly head - and I acknowledge it (sometimes verbally!) - but I am ever more confident in the fact that it's most often just a "thing". Like a needy child who screams to be recognized, the screaming diminishes once even a glance is cast their way. All bark and no bite. Transformative and temporary.
I have learned enough about myself to know the traditional pitfalls I've encountered and positioned myself in, time and time again. This time, however, I choose differently. Those avenues have been taken and proved futile - NOW I live in confidence, both in myself and the Universe's desire for me to have, do and be all that I can hold in my highest imaginings. In fact, beyond them!
As I iterated in the cover letter I penned to the company I'm preparing to work with: "I am not a Pollyanna. I'm an optimistic hard worker." Perhaps I'd rather say that I'm a diligent worker. "Hard" is a debatable adjective, as I continue to experience the seamlessness of the world's workings in my favor.
May my days be a testimony to the love and potential in all of us. This is my anthem.
Monday, February 16, 2009
A morsel
It’s already the middle of February. I can hardly process the idea of that, let alone get excited about it. The single hint of Winter we received actually left me wanting more - and anyone who knows me will appreciate the irony of this. I am always cold. But I figure, if I’m going to be in combat - with layers and space heaters as my corps - it might as well be 100% of the season: blanketed with snow, our overactive lives muffled and our perspectives moved even closer to magic itself. Alas, my continental position and our globe’s warming will probably avail me no such wonders. In fact, we’ve already moved on to tornadoes in Oklahoma.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Here, there and everywhere
I haven’t written in a while, as my friend Julie pointed out. I don’t know, I guess I’ve been processing more than out-putting – and bumming at bit, too - but I also wanted that last post to linger. I subscribe whole-heartedly to the… (idea, philosophy?) of manifestation and co-creation. Actually, I don’t think the word “subscribe” is appropriate… and “believer” doesn’t fit, either - or you could say they both fit, in different ways. It is my reality. My appreciation and practice is based on consistent experiences of success, and I am ever thankful for the knowing. I am more continually balanced, inspired and joyful than ever. The nectar of life sustains me. I loved pulling up my blog: grounded with its black background and illuminated with colors I selected to best represent me, to see a highlighted picture of my smart car. It just made me giddy – and this ignites the process, as well as brightens my spirit. Did any of you have a Lite Bright when you were little? It just struck me that my page looks a lot like one :)
In this time of economic “crisis”, I'm compelled to consider the how’s and why’s of the situation’s existence. Sure, you can fault creditors, corporations, politicians – anyone, really - and find logistical reasons we’re here (overspending, overlending, greed, war); but ultimately, it’s a result of mass consciousness – or lack thereof. Go deeper. What are the basic, emotional and social misinterpretations that have led each of us to participate? No one is exempt – not me, not you; and if you’re having a negative response to my suggestion that you’re a contributor, I even more strongly attest that you are. But keep moving! We all now also have the wonderful opportunity to address these indicators of imbalance and get back to our truths. Love, compassion, purity and wholeness – these are our birthrights. It is the confusions of wealth, need, separation and dividedness that echo from our personal lives into all of humanity – so let’s get to the core and adjust!
While I agree that it is important to learn about and from the situation, by perhaps listening to radio or watching the news – it is of GREAT importance to choose your sources carefully, and monitor your intake. In fact, even the use of the word “crisis” to describe our standing can be re-evaluated to a positive. When you hear this word, it may momentarily inflict panic or stress – woe or depression; but even Webster can provide realignment:
cri·sis : the turning point for better or worse in an acute disease or fever
“Turning point”… “better” OR “worse”! It may seem simplistic or unrealistic, to think that your decision to focus personally will impact society as a whole – but I assure you, it will. Choose “better”! Use the bottom of the pool to push off and accelerate ever so rapidly to the surface. Just because we’re experiencing years of residual thoughtlessness, IT IS NOT NECESSARY THAT IT TAKE THE SAME AMOUNT OF TIME – OR MORE – TO EVOLVE! Surely, our status is acute – but we obviously needed it to be so, in order affect profound change. Any and everything you can do to intentionally realign yourself and your environment will result in ripples of positive affect.
Take time. Give thanks. Be gentle – with yourself and others. Know that you are safe.
Choose love.
In this time of economic “crisis”, I'm compelled to consider the how’s and why’s of the situation’s existence. Sure, you can fault creditors, corporations, politicians – anyone, really - and find logistical reasons we’re here (overspending, overlending, greed, war); but ultimately, it’s a result of mass consciousness – or lack thereof. Go deeper. What are the basic, emotional and social misinterpretations that have led each of us to participate? No one is exempt – not me, not you; and if you’re having a negative response to my suggestion that you’re a contributor, I even more strongly attest that you are. But keep moving! We all now also have the wonderful opportunity to address these indicators of imbalance and get back to our truths. Love, compassion, purity and wholeness – these are our birthrights. It is the confusions of wealth, need, separation and dividedness that echo from our personal lives into all of humanity – so let’s get to the core and adjust!
While I agree that it is important to learn about and from the situation, by perhaps listening to radio or watching the news – it is of GREAT importance to choose your sources carefully, and monitor your intake. In fact, even the use of the word “crisis” to describe our standing can be re-evaluated to a positive. When you hear this word, it may momentarily inflict panic or stress – woe or depression; but even Webster can provide realignment:
cri·sis : the turning point for better or worse in an acute disease or fever
“Turning point”… “better” OR “worse”! It may seem simplistic or unrealistic, to think that your decision to focus personally will impact society as a whole – but I assure you, it will. Choose “better”! Use the bottom of the pool to push off and accelerate ever so rapidly to the surface. Just because we’re experiencing years of residual thoughtlessness, IT IS NOT NECESSARY THAT IT TAKE THE SAME AMOUNT OF TIME – OR MORE – TO EVOLVE! Surely, our status is acute – but we obviously needed it to be so, in order affect profound change. Any and everything you can do to intentionally realign yourself and your environment will result in ripples of positive affect.
Take time. Give thanks. Be gentle – with yourself and others. Know that you are safe.
Choose love.
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