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Dear Fellow Bloggers and Readers,

I may disappear.  I filled out a form letter to delete an older domain, Pedalpushingthoughts@wordpress.com and I did NOT see the add-on sentence stating I wanted to delete THIS blog:  Johannisthinking……..I am afraid I will DISAPPEAR!

I tried emailing WordPress but I have NOT received any response.

IF anyone has a positive solution to this possible bleak outcome, I would appreciate your help!

I have been DONE IN by technology!

It was NOT my intent to delete Johannisthinking………but I suppose all things come to an end!

If I disappear, I want to thank YOU each for all of your support and encouragement!  Thank you to all of my readers!

I have enjoyed this blog more than I can say…and so many of you encouraged me these past two years. I have learned a lot and gained much confidence because of your kind words to me!

I hope I won’t disappear…but, if I do, thank you!

May gentleness surround you and may only good be with you each!

Gratefully,

Jane

Where are you?

 

there is nothing so devastating

as when a son or daughter leave you

without a word…

…no call

…no note…

just

GONE…

the emptiness remains forever

the mind cannot quiet itself

questions continually rise

left on the precipice of doubt

no consolation exists

the pain cuts razor deep into the heart…

we are a parent

we are meant to love and protect our child

we are meant to  help them face life

each child is a part of us

not one of them is less

the one we tried to share the best of ourselves with

the one we gave our last ounce of energy to

the one we would wait for to come home at night

the one who would call us to come and help

and we would go and  bring the child home

the one we would sit through countless hours of  recitals with..

now this child has tiptoed into stages unfamiliar…

this one…where is this child?

our hope for beauty for this child

has been sidestepped…

this child disappears into the night

part of us is lost

we worry…we cannot sleep

our child is flung to the high seas

tossed from one wave to another

and we cannot reach them…

we cannot bring them to safety

we sit adrift our memories and thoughts

we blame ourselves

what happened? where did I go wrong?

streams of should have, would have, could have

flood our brain

they are the love crystals of our being

we want them to be safe

we want to help them

and

hold them close

and

we can’t…

our heart is near breaking

our thoughts hasten to the one who is                                                                                                               

"Grasping"...Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, Edmonton, ALberta, Canada, 2014.

“Grasping”…Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, Edmonton, ALberta, Canada, 2014.

lost…

and the tears fall

like raindrops in a monsoon

soaked into the Earth

and the Earth is drenched with sorrow

and…still…

the child hears us not

we were told we had to let them go…

they were gifts not possessions

let them go…

but our hearts are with them

and

our prayers never cease

 

 

 

 

More Equal Distribution of Material Wealth is Needed Across the World

 

This is an amazing building in Mumbai, formerly known as Bombay. It is the capital city of the Indian state of Maharashtra.

Many hands have built it. Many lives enjoy it. Each room has its own swimming pool.

The business it supports has given employment to many people.

Then, I think of the homeless of the world…

I think of those without running water when I see many, many private swimming pools…and my heart weeps that we use our intelligence for luxury, while our brothers and sisters have no place to live, no food to eat, no water to drink…

Why can’t these same beautiful minds create a building  to shelter the homeless?

Why can’t these same beautiful minds create a way to bring water to every person in the world?

Where I was born has been a blessing to me. I have a home, food to eat and water to drink whenever I want it. I live in a condition that only exists for 75% of the world’s population. 25% may seem minute—but NOT when we are speaking about HUMAN BEINGS in need of water, food and shelter, not to mention health concerns.

SOME FACTS:

1. According to an article posted on http://www.slumdogs.org/homeless-facts/…”Housing is a basic human need, yet the statistics of United Nations Commission on Human Rights in 2005 notes that, an estimated 100 million people -one-quarter of the world’s population- live without shelter or in unhealthy and unacceptable conditions…

2. Over 100 million people around the world have no shelter whatsoever. The health consequences of this level of homelessness are profound. The Action Aid in 2003 had found out that there were 78 million homeless people in India alone. CRY(Child Relief and You) in 2006 estimated that there are 11 million homeless children live on the street. The statistics are grim. What is worse is that very little is known of what it means to be part of such horrific numbers.  (SOURCE: http://www.slumdogs.org/homeless-facts/)”

3. According to the National Alliance to End Homelessness, over 610,042 people experience homelessness on any given night in the US.

 

Other interesting sites with more information on the Homeless:

1. http://www.endhomelessness.org/library/entry/the-state-of-homelessness-2014

2. http://invisiblepeople.tv/blog/about/

3.http://moveforhunger.org/hunger-and-homelessness/?

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I am not saying that beauty and beautiful buildings are not wonderful and good. I am just saying we each have so much to be grateful for and if each person did ONE act a day towards helping another human being, we would all be happier and it would be a more peaceful, just  world.

 

In loving memory of Ajay

Our dear gentle friend has left us for greater peace…This tribute was written by Patty

(http://petitemagique.wordpress.com/2014/08/17/in-loving-memory-of-ajay/), who has expressed so well

how our hearts feel…

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Ajay Mody {Ajaytao}

‘It is with heavy heart and deep sadness that we mourn the passing away of Ajay Mody, also known as Ajaytao, blogger of “Ajaytao2010” and the “Ajaytao Botanical Photography” blogs. He left this world on the 10th August 2014 after a short illness at his home in Mumbai, India.

I stare at the screen in shock while I read these words on the blog of my friend Vijay.

Our dear friend Ajay, gone…

I cannot believe this, the world has lost an angel. A pure, white rose.

Dear Ajay, my sweet friend, this is for you. Know that I will always carry you in my heart. You will be missed. Thank you for all the love and kindness you showed me and many others. I am blessed that I have met you. ❤

white rose

A beautiful white rose

Honest and sincere

Soft pedestals of kindness

Touching…

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Suicide and the Narrative of Choice

This is a very accurate explanation of depression and suicidal ideation. I think it is very helpful…and should lead us all to greater compassion and understanding towards those who suffer from depression or who have attempted suicide, as well as helping us to forgive those who have killed themselves.   Please direct your likes and comments back to this site:  http://bottomface.com/2014/08/12/suicide-and-the-narrative-of-choice/

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Whilst reading about the tragic death of the great Robin Williams I repeatedly stumbled upon the narrative of choice. Places like Psychcentral spoke about suicide being an “insidious choice”, but a “choice” nonetheless, so much so that they repeated the word to drive the message home. Meanwhile, whilst perusing social media I repeatedly came across variations of “people who commit suicide are selfish”, “how can anyone do that to their family?”. These sorts of comments make me twitchy. We’ve all heard them before.

In my own case they were personalised and weaponised, “How could YOU do that to your children? Do YOU not care about them?” I did, that was the problem. For some time I had felt like a millstone around the necks of my family. I loved them, but hated myself and could only see the ways I made their lives worse. After 2 failed suicide attempts in…

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Crimson Flower

Fotograver creates many beautiful art pieces using many different mediums! Passionate pieces of depth!  Please direct your likes and comments to http://fotograver.wordpress.com/2014/08/03/crimson-flower/. Thank you!

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Encaustic on wood

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there is ALWAYS one more chance

We must accept finite disappointment,

but never lose infinite hope.

                                            -Martin Luther King

 

 

there is a fresh tomorrow

there is unqiue birth each day

there is new love ever present

there is a brilliant sun in the sky

there is a gentle moon at night

there is the soft wind to carry you

there is the deep longing inside

there is someone standing beside you

Spring Lake, Alberta, Canada, August 2013; Photo Credit: Jane H Johann

Spring Lake, Alberta, Canada, August 2013; Photo Credit: Jane H Johann

there is ALWAYS one more chance

Oh, Little Butterfly

Miss Betty displays such deep emotion and imagery in this poem–her voice comes out so strongly! Please direct your likes and comments back to her site! I know she will be pleased to hear from you! http://clarabetty.wordpress.com/2013/05/03/oh-little-butterfly/

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Original phot of Butterfly on Azaela BushO h,   L i t t l e   B u t t e r f l y –
w h e r e   w i l l   y o u   f l y   t o d a y?
S o   f r e s h   f r o m   t h e  c o c o o n.

Y o u r   u n t r i e d   w i n g s
u n f u r l e d   a g a i n s t
t h e  b e c k o n i n g   s k y.

Y o u r   c o n q u e r i n g   o f
t h e   b l u e   h e i g h t s
l i k e   h e a d y   w i n e

S o   u…

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Part II: Love and Forgiveness

“All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.”Red Rose macro with Helen Keller quote

                                                         -Helen Keller

Love is the deepest and purest when it is freely given and received. It seems so many are afraid of openness. So many are afraid of love. Love enhances us and those we love. How can there be a limit to love?

The more open we are, of course, the more vulnerable we become. But the flip side is, if we are open the more we are truly ourselves and love who we are.  We are open because we accept our limitations and gifts.  We have nothing to fear and nothing to hide.  Love only increases within us and makes us Light Beings to others when we are open and receptive…and the more we can love those around us.  Loving one person does not limit loving others. If we do not measure our love or the love someone has for us, there is plenty of love to go around.  When we become possessive or jealous, we are measuring love. When we begin to measure love, we stifle it or kill it.  Measurement doesn’t come into the equation…we just need to love love and let it be.

Loving is not always easy. Sometimes those we love hurt us and sometimes hurt us deeply. That is the test of our true love–when we can walk through that hurt and still love and care about the person.  We are all human; we all make mistakes –I guess that is how people who are in major hand battle with each other, can come to the peace table, even after members of their own families have been killed by each other’s troops. Yes, that is the extreme–but does give pause for reflection.

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Yet, I think how I wage my own inner battles that can be as devastating as actual combat warfare. I think of how people close to me and whom I love, can lash out with their words or actions and nearly annihilate me. That is the deepest hurt–to give love to another and then to be rejected –when deception enters the picture it becomes even harder–One begins to question one’s own sanity and motives. Self-worth is attacked and self-love struggles. Anger pops out all around–and the peace that was found in the love has gone underground. Love becomes hell. I just want to run away and hide from the world and I want everyone to leave me alone — and WHY? Because I feel like nothing again…like I do not matter to anyone or any cause or purpose. I travel to the point of WHY do I exist!

It is then that I realize my own words and actions—how out of my pain I have said things that were unkind to others…how I acted badly towards others. Sometimes I just want to quit. I think how can I ever be forgiven?

The wounds become deep and fester–I have to pick myself up and put the pieces together again. It is a process and takes time…And even after that, questions still arise. Judgments come from all around. Then I have to take it all to my meditation bench and quietly sift through it–going back to the Source of my breathing.  I have to affirm within myself that I am part of God’s loving being…I  ” live in the heart of God,” to borrow from Kahlil Gibran. It also teaches me to be more caring and loving to others, realizing how words and actions hurt. I see how I need forgiveness from others…and, so I too, must forgive.

I have to forgive myself for my own unloving ways and I have to forgive others –then I can go forward. We are all human. We all make errors in judgment. We each have our shadow side and we have to learn to love even our shadow side and forgive ourselves.

Helen Keller is quoted as saying, “All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.”

Love deepens who we are as a person and each person we love becomes a part of who we are, shaping our understanding and acceptance of humanity, within ourselves and others. With love of self, both are good side and our shadow side, comes the ability to forgive ourselves and then others.