Final Tidings, Opening Thoughts

Sunday, January 1, 2023
Entry One

This is the final portion of my journal that I finished at 11:59 pm, Saturday, December 31, 2023.

Journal Entry – © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan – Journak Page

Pardon my use of the word enemies; until recently, I had believed myself without the degree of hostility fostered toward me that warrants the use of that term, but I now conclude there are some persons and organizations who so qualify.

Following is the first page of my journal for the year 2023. The anger I explore in the poem was and is toward Wookie, my dog, who upset me almost further than my grip on my emotions could sustain. I happily inform you that the beast is alive and well.

Journak Page – © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I hope you proceed into this promising New Year with peace and joy. We have much for which to be thankful over the past year, and we can meet 2023 with positivity. New blessings and greater abundance await us if we will but welcome them into our lives.

Benediction – © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I am confident that we can go forward in good spirits, knowing improvement may greet us if we avail ourselves of the wonder of Love and live within its grace.

Wookie and Maui – © JoAnn J. A. Jordan

Gratitude List

I am thankful:

1.  My life is blessed.
2.  I have a home that affords me shelter and some comfort.
3.  There is adequate food in my domicile that starvation is now averted.
4.  The dogs are company and caring toward me.
5.  I love my life and am content at this point, for God holds me in His tremendous Love.

PROMPT: Start your year with something that expresses where you stand at this juncture. Use any media or mixture thereof that appeals to you. If you wish, share your work as I have done here.

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Always & Ever,
Jo Ann

Rise Up

Inspiration Comes

It was a tearful day, like any number of other days. The losses weighed, and regret played, but somehow, something, somewhere, changed. It was as if a door opened, and a bit of hope took root in a heart for whom so many dreams had become moot.

The rescue climbed up, licked away a speckling of tears, and gave a look that conveyed, ‘You saved me; it is why I am here, and for that, I give you what comfort exists in me.’

There was a miracle wrapped in the space between those two, born of Love, fragile but true.

Whenever, wherever compassionate, kind, passionate hearts, even across species, or perhaps especially so, meet, Love is fully unleashed, and new dreams, music, stories, and worlds grow to bless lives as onward, outward the sweet generosity of spirit, souls goes.

Every time someone, whether human or other living feeling being, reaches across the chasm of indifference and tries to impact life positively, Love can take hold and change the fabric of reality through the miracle of creativity.

A heart broken by missteps, mistakes, trials, and troubles can learn to trust, take a chance and embrace life, Love, and fully live again.

Each of us is to others a blessing, a gift, a magic, a miracle who lives to present an opportunity to become most precious in one another’s lives. We are our helpers, keepers, and inspirations for greater and greater greatness.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Monday, November 7, 2022

Alas, and Away

You wanted me once,
It was already too late
You were walking out
The door on your way elsewhere
Falling for somebody else.
I always wanted
You from the first, beginning,
Like a childhood crush
Way, way overdone, too much;
Love, still falling into you.
Now, so far away
Living, we are avoiding
Any chance to see
One another because, here,
Love holds us close together.
Keep on, keeping on
Apart from being with me
Go on; you stay free
By this late date, you might find
My heart has left you behind.
I have to remind
Myself, I am doing fine
On my own – alone
This love just a memory
Never a reality.
Still, keep yourself there
Stay away now; only fair,
Because ah, perhaps
I could be somehow convinced
You have a place for me, us.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Friday, November 4, 2022

Nobody needs another broken-hearted love poem, dangling on, like yesterday. It’s what all the best people say, anyway. However, I have enough love left over to keep writing these things, forever.

So forgive me again, for this time, when the night could not keep me in check, I wrote it. Whatever did you expect? No, you know better; you should see the letters. Together, no never, but love unrequited, it is remarkable as a dream, in deep Winter, of Spring bringing its breezes.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan 11/04/2022

Turn Me In (Sedition)

I am an old-time
Rock-N-Roll, Church Gospel,
Contemporary Christian;
Blue jeans, Poet shirt, Writing geek,
Photographer, Artist, Designer,
Intellectual Property Rights promoter,
Who will give anyone my time of day,
Caring about each word you say.

I tend toward the Moderate,
Shoot straight down the middle –
I love deep, as oceans, wide,
Though it has been some years since
Someone stood by my side,
(All my own;)
I can write, edit, publish, design,
And you can find me reading
Most anytime – my interests
Cast wide: run beyond so many lines.

I like going fast – but enjoy
Doing things right, taking my time,
It is never unusual my words rhyme;
I have lived the bad and the swell,
More often, I choose good as better…
I love so much, so many,
And intensely dislike division –
I am a U.S. Marine Mom,
An American,
I will stand; my colors shall not run.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Sunday’s Thoughts

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I wrote these with a fountain pen, which is not my best instrument. These are my journal pages. If you read them, you will get insight into where and what my state of mind is.

I would have scanned them into the computer, but my equipment and the program did not cooperate with me. Therefore, I did the phone as I have for the past months.

Showing journal pages is a level of openness I can do, but it is a bit uncomfortable. I have no idea how this audience will react, so it is a gamble.

How revealing can you be? Consider that a prompt.

Blessings, I hope, always find you. Jesus, lend you peace. Live, alive, and Love cause that is why we are here on Earth.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan