Category Archives: love

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enter the Sacred Space

Spring Lake, Alberta, Canada Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, Fall, 2013

Spring Lake, Alberta, Canada
Photo Credit:
Jane H. Johann, Fall, 2013

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your heart is broken

no words spoken

nothing more to say

nothing to make you stay

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the pain is intense

no recompense

feeling the pain

release again

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honor your inner self

do not keep your love on the shelf

honor the sacred space within

silence the backspin din

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find the pieces one by one

find your heart…seek the inner Sun

focus on all that is good and true

quietly receive the crystal dew

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“forgive me” moments

Jasper Rocky Mountains

“Light Breaking in Jasper” October, 2013 Oil Painting by Jane H. Johann

forgive me

forgive me for doubting you

forgive me for doubting your WORD

Your WORD is YOU

Your WORD is true

It is the essence of all that you are

“In the Beginning was the WORD

and the WORD was with GOD

and the WORD was GOD”

You were being the Love of God to me

You were the LIGHT BEING

and I extinguished it

and now I regret it…

it is hard to recognize the truth

when countless times

the shadows took over

forgive me

and love me…

once again

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you are resting

you are resting

far away in the hospital bed

i am waiting for you…

here in my heart, not my head

i look at the genius

portrayed in your art

i imagine the thought

that gave you the start

i wonder in amazement

at the skill of your hand

so deftly touching

the paper as the pencil ran

the body in motion

gives pause to contemplate

the colors of birch

challenge the slate

reminders of you

are all around

reminders of you

your love knows no bounds

i know you are sleeping

you keep the dreams for the day

I know you are resting

healing is on the way

I can only whisper

and offer my prayer

I can only let you know

that I sincerely care

I sit here in silence

praying for your best

I sit here and pray

that LOVE gives you some rest

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humanity’s dream

“Yesterday we obeyed kings
and bent our necks before emperors.
But today we kneel only to truth,
follow only beauty,
and obey only love.”  
                                  —Kahlil Gibran
Kahlil Gibran

Kahlil Gibran (Photo credit: Bruno Amaral™)

the sun rose in brilliance
golden streaks woke up across the sky
soft pastels of blue danced around the hue
on the water below lights sparkled in delight
as the children’s laughter filled the shore
the whispering waves saintly dove across each other
echoing crystals of love
carrying us intimately into being

 

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petaled drop love

Love Songs (Heart album)

Love Songs (Heart album) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

love is so desired

love sets us on fire

we forget the when, the where, the why

our molecules will do anything to feel that lie

we are lost in the wonder of it all

we hear nothing but the love call

it carries us to the beyond

and when it is lost…we cannot respond

our song dies

only tears linger in our eyes

we reach for the stars

but our heart is left ajar

we flounder through the rain

left stunned and in pain

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to the Wounded…You are LOVED

Dedicated to Cheri, my gentle friend

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To all the Wounded…YOU are loved

Ignore the naysayers who defy you, peaceful dove

Your beauty unfolds with your gentle walk

You give voice to those who cannot talk

Honoring your voice within

Is the strength you need to never give-in

Remember…there are others who share your vision

Remember…there are others who do not want division

Remember…there are others who walk beside you

Remember…there are others who struggle too

Remember…we are there with you

Remember…we need your joy too

Remember…the Truth that set you on your path

Remember…your steps of hope are important on the footpath

Remember…you need to be your own best friend

Remember…loving yourself is as important in the end

Remember…you are the gentle wind in the grass

Remember…you are the sparkle in the sassafras

Remember…you are the softness of the morning light

Remember…you are the twinkle in the starlight

Remember…you are the cooing in our hearts sung by the Mourning Doves

Remember…you are never without our love

Remember…you are freshness of the water upon our face

Remember…your tears of strength are what gives us grace

Remember…we need your voice

Remember…always, for yourself and others, make the loving choice

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waterfall love

English: Rock waterfall in the north fork of t...

English: Rock waterfall in the north fork of the Virgin River near Zion National Park’s Temple of Sinawava. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

catching your tears and carrying them in my heart darling

cascading emotions tumble over the rocks

narrowing into the crevices of the feelings

water crystal friends

sing…dance with joy…

love with exhilaration

flowing through …together on the journey

but never settling down

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Why I Write

Signature of Kahlil Gibran

Signature of Kahlil Gibran (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it so that the other half may reach you.”

–from “The Forerunner” (1920)
   Kahlil Gibran
 

"Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it so that the other half may reach you."</p><br /><br /><br /> <p><br /><br /><br /><br /> --from "The Forerunner" (1920)

 
Why do I write?
I write because I feel this need inside of myself to express who I am.
 
I do not know who will read me…or if anyone at all will read my words. I do not know if the words I write will have any effect on anyone or on the world.
 
I do know that when I write, I feel like I have a purpose. I feel like I am alive and it gives me courage to be myself. I feel less threatened by the world.
 
My passion for life seems to get in the way of being received.  I know I am an intense person. I can get very passionate about what I am saying or feeling.  Even if I say nothing, people who know me a bit, feel my passion through my being.  I feel that some people fear me because of it. This saddens me. I have no desire to hurt anyone. In fact, quite the opposite…I feel I want to protect others.  I find the only way I can do this successfully is through my words in the hope that some of what I write may help to give light to the world…to bring love into the world.  Some people are threatened by my words…they think I may be attacking them…maybe some days I am saying what I think needs to be said—but I try intensely to only say or write things that are the truth and need to be said to help them be more free…more open.  So perhaps it is good that I stick to writing, because then one can decide to read it or not.  I find even in my attempt to write, depending on the person and their mood and feelings, I may be bringing them pain.  The perceptions of the individual will color what they read.
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My perceptions color what I write.
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Today I wrote about my writing to a dear friend, whom I have never met in person.  I remarked: “No, the “PedalPushingThoughts@wordpress.com blog is a diversion so I stop thinking about love.  I thought I needed a second blog so that I did not write just about love.
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This  very special Someone said to me today: “giggle over laugh out loud over smile…..Jane, you never write about anything else But Love…..giggle. “
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I write to communicate and to feel less lonely in this world of seven billion people.
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Perhaps one small phrase may encourage someone to give love to someone else.
 
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Nadia…my little doctor

Nadia, my Granddaughter,  who is almost 4 and 1/2  (she likes to think she is “older” and grown-up…so that 1/2 is important) stepped into her medical shoes last evening! After dinner, I went to lie down as my back was in horrible pain. Nadia came in to check on me. She asked where the “doctor stuff” was. We have a stethoscope and blood pressure cuff still in the house from when my Mom came home to  live with us.

Nadia proceeded to the drawer and pulled out the stethoscope and carefully crawled on to the bed to listen to my heart. Her face became clouded, when she announced to me, “Nanny, I can’t hear your heart!”

I responded with equal surprise, and encouraged her by saying, “Perhaps you should go and check your Mom’s and your Aunt Lara’s heartbeats, to see if the stethoscope is working!”  Off she went to the kitchen where they were in conversation.

She returned in a few minutes, announcing to me that their hearts were just fine and the stethoscope was working. So she listened for my heartbeat again.  Then she confidently, and with a bit of caution,  announced, “Nanny, I can only hear your heart a little bit because your heart is tired.  You are tired from the monsters in your back.”

Then she listened to my legs. “Nanny, you have Princesses in your legs!”

Then she listened to my arms, “Nanny, you have ants in your arms!”

Then she said, “I have to go into the kitchen.”

Eventually she returned with a drawing that she had made for me several days ago and that was hanging on the proverbial refrigerator bulletin board.  “Nanny,” spoke Nadia with intense eyes and orders for me, “You must keep this picture on your tummy ALL night, so that the monsters come out of your body, up and through this picture and go out the window! Then be careful and do not step on these monsters again when you go outside! The monsters in your back will go away!”

She also told me that the Princesses would battle with the monsters in my back and that the ants were the soldiers fighting for me as well!

What she didn’t say, but was said through her words and actions, was that she loved me.  These love crystals helped relieve me of the monsters! Little Nadia understands life and what we need so much better than all of us!