The Eyes of a Girl .... last entry from (5-19-03)

*Part 3:

See, she never felt without foundation when she would move. Her worth, value, and stability rested in a higher source. Her mother, she was certain, was created and sent as her guardian angel.

She knew that she was never alone. She also had a best friend. Not like most children's best friends. This friend was not invisible or outside the home, but her little sister.

So, it was her sister, her mother, and herself. All who had more love and understanding of those around them then they ever had in money. With that, she was content. Her peace was evident in her manner and her pose, but mostly found in her eyes.

"The eyes are the windows through which anyone can see the soul, if they truly took the time to look," her mother would tell her. She always looked. It fascinated and, at times, saddened her depending on what she saw. Yet, she would continue to look. The longing in her soul always made her look on... deeper.

Now, as she sat in the bay window, she could see what might be around the bend. Excitement built in her and also a sense of nervousness, each in equal parts. This would be a great chapter. Her eyes confirmed it.

** so this is it. The Eyes of a Girl .... this is where I ended and stopped by writers block. I'm okay with it as a short story. I tend to get these bursts and then have no where else to go with it. I hope you have enjoyed it. Your input is welcomed ( with in reason of course...LOL ;) ).

The Eyes of a Girl.... (cont.) 5-19-03

*Part 2:

She was an intuitive girl with many thoughts at every moment... always watching and listening. She had dark, significant eyes, and a mouth to match. She listened well, but talked often. She didn't know any strangers. There was a fervency in her every step.

In her times of quietness, it was her moment to jot down whatever was whirling through her mind that day. If not in words, she would do it in picture. Her imagination would run wild, along with an untold wisdom that she seemed to have acquired before her time.

She wasn't sure if all of these were gifts or just outlets for her to find her thoughts and understand her reality. Whatever they were she loved them and used them often.

*Picture by Laurence Arcon on Flicker.Thank you to Flickr photographers who are generous and allow others to share their work. You are all very talented and appreciated! :o)

The Eyes of a Girl ...(5-19-2003)

*Part 1:

A child sits in the bay window looking out at the surrounding neighborhood. She watches the leaves fall gingerly to the ground in a beautiful array of colors. She thinks,"A new home." She isn't cheerless. She's content.

She knows that a new home means a new beginning. It's a new way to renovate her past. Not that she had much of one, but just a chance to better herself and her character... a new chapter, so to speak.

She loved to read and thought that to be quite an amusing parallel with life. It just fit so perfectly. A new "chapter" in her personalized "book".



**picture by Lyne's Lense from flickr.

a break to test the waters in "actual" writing.....

I have a deep desire to be able to be a writer that touches the heart, encourages the mind, and/ or draw people into a story.I have had wonderful encouragement in regards to poems, thought provokers, also in the random moments of creative outbursts.... he he he... :o)

So, here I go, putting it out there for others to read that have no hidden bias. I will be writing paragraphs at a time for easier reads, rather than Enormous chunks. Thank you for the time that you take to read and share your insight. I hope that you enjoy it.

The following blog is the first part of a new fiction that I started in 2003 but hit a bit of writer's block so I left it as a Short Story. I hope that y'all enjoy it. I still have much to learn and have fun in the pockets of creativity. :0)

Sanctuary of Grace

Do you ever have one of those "Cozy-Comfy" days?

You know.. the kind where all you really want to do is enjoy the sweet comfort of plush blankets, over sized chair, a cup of warm yumminess, and gentle "take me a way" read (or in my case relational mystery with heart racing intensity). When there is not a clock or alarm in sight. The house is nearly empty... maybe a resident or two that have the same intentions as you, to embrace the grace and simply be. For my home that would be Max... whose purr could soothe the most restless of souls.... and Moki.... who responds to the spirit of those around once he has had his needs (outside necessities) taken care of.

The kind of day that has a blanket of gray, with silver, lining the sky. The kind of day where there are no "to-do's" and "have-to's". They may exist but you choose to let them wait one more day. The kind of day where you turn off the ringer on the phone and turn the volume down on the answering machine. The kind of day that encourages you, and you concede in the weary battle, to TURN OFF the cellphone and computer.

This little place of sanctuary simply set up to have all of your "needs", such as chocolate, fruits, nuts, water, tissues/hankie (depending on the book), journal, pencil, and other fun commodities, within arms reach. Acoustic styling of coffee house types are filling the air with embracing tones of smooth lulls while the remote is close at hand if you choose to change the "mood"from guitar to piano or saxophone. In my space of tranquility I would also have close my bible and snail mail paper. Whatever happened to simple writing a letter and sending your jots of yesterday down the way?? I tend to keep mine collected ... needing only to be put in the mail. Silly isn't it, but it is what it is.

Such a day that you wonder why they don't come around much. Yet, in that succulent stillness, you hear a tender whisper ... "Where have you been? I have missed you and awaited so longingly for you to return." You turn to find that whisper ... and it is the gentle voice that can not be seen but heard on these wondrous days. It is accompanied by the sigh of our heart and a sense of belonging.

I desperately need those days. He calls me to them and longs for the moments.Yet ... there are times I catch myself rushing by and yelling back, "I promise to come another day." No... no more. I must begin to slow my self down and take in these days and these moments within the busy days. Take time to rest and find what I've missed in the fast pace of things... grace.

In my days I will choose to saunter,

to take my time and learn to wander.

not always on a "have to" deed

but choosing more of a "need to" lead.

Tomorrow will come without our help

So today just stop and rest a spell.

Get going a little earlier to conquer the "musts"

This way you can prop up those barkin' pups.

If in your day you find "there's not enough time"

What is it that is sucking you dry

from all your creativity,

joy

rest

peace

because nothing is worth the death of me.

We have many things to help "simplify"

So since when did we allow them to run our life?

These are not only questions for you but me

Because I am choosing my Grace Sanctuary.

--jeanette mayhew 11/19/08

May each of you find your day and moments in the Sanctuary of Grace. :) I have truly enjoyed the delicious joys of such a gift in this new journey of my chapter. :)

Can you ever find the words????

In days of past and the days to come I find that the word "LOVE" is over run with words that are empty . I am just as guilty for the over use of the word. "Love" seems to have lost it's luster in so many cases... the degrees of "love" vary too.

I wish that my "user friendly vocabulary" was broader than what it is currently. There are so many other words in the world that are better at describing what we see, feel, smell, and think than what we tend to rely on. Even now while writing here, I need to bounce words off of a friend..... my mind simply goes blank with options unless I hear it. I don't mean to be lazy in my speech it's just I don't hear, see, or quite frankly think of the other words. I have noticed I don't read much variety either.

So... what do we do? I am learning to use my thesaurus more and yet cringe at the possible "fake" intellect it may portray. How, in a society where "That's Hot" is common place for "That is exquisite" or "You look absolutely, devastatingly beautiful" , are we to encourage more clarity and variety in our words with out sounding pompous? To clear away the apathy of limited vocabulary use will undoubtedly take effort and quite possibly a verbal revolution.

Do you think our society has simply become "comfortable" or is it sheer laziness .... maybe it's the fear of using something uncommon. Who knows it's just my observation... what other words can describe the white hot passion I feel for my husband.. or the amazing bliss I feel sipping on the sweet warm comfort from my favorite coffee paradise? And how do you put it into conversation with out sounding like a nut? Not the hard shell variety ... not like a mad person or someone that is pompous and talks down to others around them ... I would just like to use more words to better describe what I am thinking. I would enjoy a larger well used verbal dictionary/thesaurus of my own tongues If any one has suggestions

I would love

... no I would RELISH in hearing them.

Thank you for reading the mad libs of this born to the wrong era alien. (though I do love the life I live. :) )

(photo by: MorBCN on flicker ... thank you for such an fantastic photo. If there were only more storefronts like this. :))