
“Ottawa Sunset”©Jane H. Johann
Palmyra, WI 11/28/2017
“Ottawa Sunset”©Jane H. Johann
Palmyra, WI 11/28/2017
“Quilt by Audrey Neu”
2016
Photo Credit©Jane H. Johann
Palmyra, WI
dedicated to Audrey Neu
dream at dawn takes shape during the night
cascading into patterned diamonds of delight
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colors and hues lend tone to the day
creating a fabric of generosity in her kindhearted ways
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inspiration guiding the imagination–buttering her knife
village squares extending into a pattern of life
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the triangle design –God, you and me–
woven in and out with the needle you see
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taking the abstract into the concrete
concern for others is her mystique
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offering furniture to the immigrants
opening her pocketbook and lending a hand
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creating time to listen to those in need
community minded…the song in her deeds
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sharing laughter inside out
colors of caring painted in cloth
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nurtured by her love of God with little fear
onward she prods, strength layered through the years
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joy and faithfulness are her threads
as she tends to the hostas in her garden bed
“Quilt by Audrey Neu”
Photo Credit©Jane H. Johann
Palmyra, WI 2016
The two quilts pictured above were sewn by Audrey. She has created over 100 quilts after 45 years of being a Principal and Teacher in the Catholic Schools in Milwaukee, WI. Each year she creates a quilt for the House of Peace in Milwaukee. Each quilt takes about 3 months to complete.
This poem is a small gift to Audrey for all the help and support she has given me through the years and mostly, for her friendship! Her grandmotherly like kindnesses to my children and grandchildren were pure gift! Thank you, Audrey!
Photo Credit
©Jane H. Johann
“Winter Walking along Whatcom Creek in Bellingham, Washington”” 2015
“My Gentle Granddaughter Nadia with a Gentle Caterpillar at age 5”
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©Jane H. Johann, Palmyra, WI 2014
The Caterpillar I watched the caterpillar move confidently up the length of the stem, up and over and around and down again. She repeated her pattern from stem to stem. Suddenly, it found itself introverted –suspended upside down. As the blade of grass bent with the breeze, the caterpillar’s mind found itself in a spiral whirlwind, moving freshly into a new reality, a new awareness. Yes, just like the caterpillar, we can never go back to where we once were. There is no back, only a forward movement. Each touch, each experience is similar in some way to what was previous but now with a different nuance, a different perspective. We are forever changed, evolving on the spiral staircase. Like the caterpillar, our life presents to us new opportunities with each step forward. Each encounter brings something new to us, offering us a new choice, a new beginning! Ever ending is a new beginning… How beautiful is that! We can always begin again! ![]() Monarch Caterpillar ©Jane H. Johann |
Looking for the good in each person and letting them know that you see that good is an uplifting thing that anyone can do for another person.
Sometimes one small word can help them see into their own soul. You can be a LIGHT to them and bring them out of their darkness and enable the crystal within to shine. I think it is possible to do so with even a complete stranger. As long as you speak the truth, you will help the other. I recall being with my sister and her husband in Missouri, and we made a stop at this antique store. The clerk had the most beautiful blue eyes! I hesitated and then said to him, “Your blue eyes are amazing!” I just thought they were beautiful. Then I left and returned to Wisconsin. I am not sure if it made him happy or not. I do realize he turned beet red. But I think he should have been happy that I noticed his eyes. He must have been around my young age of 60+. I think I startled my sister! LOL I am just hoping that he saw his own beauty…and I wanted to share with him that I had!
Maybe that is what we all need to do in these dark times. We must stop focusing on the darkness and bring out the light in each other.
A year ago, a friend came into my life and sparked my imagination. To some, it may seem like a no-brainer or nothing significant. But for me, it reawakened my world of painting. I hadn’t painted in a very long time and my brother, Claude, and his wife, Kerri, came to help me with some much-needed home improvements to my floor. Another improvement needed: painting.
My friend, Pat, saw the small powder room and suggested to change the walls from dull white to some color. I was very hesitant. I had this huge fear–as giant as the ascent of Mt. Everest! I was afraid to experiment. Then Pat spotted this candle-holder that my sister, Mary, had given me 20 years earlier. It was in different shades of blue, with s moon, sailboat, and stars carefully lasered out of the stone. Pat spoke, “Why don’t you paint that on the wall?” Inwardly, I thought, “That is crazy! I can’t do that! Impossible! No way!” I probably said it aloud as well.
Being the ultra-stubborn person that I am, Pat had to repeat it several times over several days. Thank God she has persistence! Finally, one morning I got up at 5 and picked up a brush and a spray can of a beautiful blue paint, along with various shades of blue and white oil tubes. I went off to the powder room. I became mesmerized in what I was doing and followed the form of the candleholder, more or less, and les voiles! The wall turned out great! I couldn’t believe it!
And this happened because a stranger came into my life to become my friend—and she saw something in me that I could not find in myself. Besides getting the bathroom painted, she gave me a renewed faith in my own innate ability. That was pure gift!
A small thing to some; however, for me it encouraged me to do something with my creative energy instead of sitting in my depression.
Whenever I feel depressed, I have a place to sit and remember…and get inspired…I just go to the little room and ponder and then get off my derriere and do something with my life! LOL
Candleholder ©Jane H. Johann
Palmyra, WI 2016
Powder Room Wall©Jane H. Johann
Palmyra, WI 2016
Powder Room Wall©Jane H. Johann
Palmyra, WI 2016
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©Jane H. Johann
Lake Michigan No.2
Kenosha, WI
October, 2013
WHY do we destroy
the precious gifts we receive?
Children are not property
Children are gifts…don’t you see?
WHY do we destroy
the growing heart?
WHY don’t we give our children
a holy start?
For a brief time,
tenderly their precious lives are held in our hands
For a brief time
we breathe our words into the tiny lambs
Then from us they take leave
Their delicate souls facing forward as they walk through life
Our words can build or destroy them–
Empower them to stand strong in the inevitable strife
How does a child turn from a loving being
to a person without control?
WHY do we cut the child apart
that was given to us whole?
Solomon’s tale rings true
in more ways than one
Turning one parent against the other
is always wrong and always done
Pure and innocent
quick-witted and giving
Snuffed out by an angry parent
is no way for living
Copyright
©Jane H. Johann, Palmyra,1990
“Lara & Mom”
I was preparing breakfast this morning for the two of us who happen to be together for awhile–my youngest daughter and me. The apartment is great for a married couple, but I am not too sure about a Mother and Daughter! (giggling) The bacon was frying, slowly sizzling, while I mixed the omelet. When I finished that, and the bacon was still frying, I washed some of the accumulated dishes. Then the flood of practicalities from my Mom came into my head, “Be sure to use a clean towel when you dry those dishes!” After all, with eleven children, my parents and Great Aunt Gerty many germs abounded! I am sure we are all going to live to be a hundred years old and immune from nearly everything! (yes, I know, we have made ourselves too sterile to the point that we will die if we breathe!).
The thought of my Mother’s admonition and practicality for the day made me think, “How will our children hear our voices?”
Today, cell phone texting dominates family interactions, sad to say. Even when we go to a restaurant, TV’s surround the eating area at every angle, blaring away! Why? I thought going out to eat was a chance to speak and listen to each other. When we are at home in our living rooms, the TV becomes the god, along with football. I would prefer not having a TV, or, at the very least, have it in another room–because it does not bring life to the living room! Bring in laptops, I-pads, tablets, and computers to accompany our visits, and we no longer hear each other, let alone our parents.
All those little bits of wisdom–what is proper, what can be done, what should be done, how to behave, how to be kind–and, foremost, the personalities of our Moms, their caring voices, their worried thoughts, their encouragements–are embedded in our brains from the voice of our Moms. And, I am happy I have them! My Mom was in my life for 60 years–and now I am blessed to hear her voice in my thoughts.
Then my heart becomes sad…how will children remember what their Mom said or their Dad said?
How will they remember them?
Will their voices echo through the cell phone texts?
“Ode to Mother Earth” Rocky Landscape near Wisconsin Dells, WI. Interstate-94. Between LaCrosse and Madison, WI.
Copyright
©Nadia Krenn; 2015.
Used with Permission
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