finding a new way…

In the birth of Spring

the tiny bud falls from the tree

too early for its demise…

In the midst of love

uneasiness like a sliver under the skin

either works its way out with pampering and care

or

 takes hold, digs deeper, hidden in darkness

eroding what hope remains…

somewhere and somehow in that eternal mess of frustration and despair

the SPIRIT to LIVE surfaces

beckons us on to find a new way

Choice is always there

Openness

or

Retreating

Alberta, Canada  "Dawn Breaking" Photo Credit: Jane Johann c.2013

Alberta, Canada “Dawn Breaking” Photo Credit: Jane Johann c.2013

“In the final analysis,

the questions of why bad things happen to good people transmutes itself into some very different questions,

no longer asking why something happened,

but asking how we will respond,

what we intend to do now that it happened.” 

 Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

quietly she would go about her day…

Dedicated to Mary Mitty

 

quietly she would go about her day

rising early to greet the sun

all things in order on her dresser

bills to pay…love to stay

cards that came and then put away

smiles always ready come what may

*

morning cup of joe

no caffeine but tasty enough

breakfast was a warm up time

strawberry oatmeal the winter go

sausage and eggs another show

encouraging everyone to grow

*

children would give their requests

warm hearts together grew

and there she was

preparing and giving her best

the Eagles landed in Iowa’s nest

together they watched them grow and rest

*

walks around the circle they went

stories read and stories listened to

drawings of love not too few

so the quiet exchange was spent

love for real and often sent

strength from her was lent

*

Parcheesi  challenge of the day

Ayden loved being king of the game

red, yellow, green and blue

Nadia polite enough to play

patient Mary the peaceful mainstay

and so whiled the evening away

*

Intuitive and clever was her walk

offering insight and common sense

always encouraging with care

gentle was her hand and talk

prompt and steady like the clock

strength of spirit was her inner smock

"Seeking Light" Photo Credit: Ayden M, Krenn. December, 2014

“Seeking Light” Photo Credit: Ayden M, Krenn. December, 2014

 

 

 

Courage to Begin Again…and Again…and Again

Photo Credit;  Jane H. Johann,  Dec. 2014 "Moving On"

Photo Credit; Jane H. Johann, Dec. 2014 “Moving On”

put your feet back into the shoes

take one step forward

and then …

another…

and another…

and another…

keep walking

until you find JOY

be attentive

JOY is all around YOU

be attentive

to your inner soul

be attentive

to the LIGHT within

open yourself to receive

allow the LIGHT to surface

Courage, my friend, courage

 

the hidden heart

quietly she beats

upon the threshold of a dream

anticipation shot short

Oil Painting  by Jane H Johann,  2012

Oil Painting
by Jane H Johann,
2012

reality — cascading scream

 

profound sorrow of a child

the child opens her hand

offers the dandelion

 

the child opens her hand

offers her scribbles

 

the child opens her hand

offers her stuffed toy

 

the child opens her hand

offers a whisper

 

the child opens her hand

offers her hand

 

NO RESPONSE

"Spring Daffodil" Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, Palmyra, WI , USA April, 2015

“Spring Daffodil” Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, Palmyra, WI , USA April, 2015

 

the child droops her head

in all her beauty

sadness abounds

 

 

Early Morning Philosophical Question

Nadia, who became 6 the day after Christmas, this past year, with inquisitive eyes, posed this question to me early this morning, “Nanny, have the eyes in the back of your head, woken up yet?”

The depth of that question leaves me pondering.

Happy Sunday to all!

"Spring Daffodil" Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, Palmyra, WI , USA April, 2015

“Spring Daffodil” Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, Palmyra, WI , USA April, 2015

Beautiful Butterflies by Nadia Krenn

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Beautiful butterflies

Flying with their friends

They are lovely

When they blend

 

Nadia, my granddaughter, is six years old and in Kindergarten.  Last night she said, “Nanny, we have to have a poem for tomorrow! ” She wrote the following poem for my blog and to share with you all!  Please feel free to leave her your comments on her artwork and poem. Thank you!

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Roger Joseph Johann (July 24, 1934–May 5, 1955)

Sixty  years agIMAG3657o today, my oldest brother–

Roger, left this world for another

He and eight others, in a fiery crash

Died as the plane exploded in a flash

I was five..,just barely alive

Waiting and wondering why my Mother cried

All somber and sad, the small box was placed before the pews

Draped in black, in front of the commuion rail, my only view

My brother– who the winter before–

Carried the Christmas tree through the door

I had waited for him snug in his bed

He would not come home again, for he was dead

Still I recall the chalkboard and colored chalk

He carried me down the stairs to see in his gentle walk

He no longer would sit me upon his knee

And light the cigarette and give me a puff, would he?

He joined the Air Force at seventeen

To be free and fly …his only dream

Now he wanders the sky above

Living with the God of Love

Spring Haiku

 

 

budding forth wonder

soft gently comes into being

affirming promise

"Budding Forth with HOPE and PROMISE" Photo Credit: c. Jane H. Johann, April 30, 2015. Palmyra, WI. USA

“Budding Forth with HOPE and PROMISE”
Photo Credit: c. Jane H. Johann, April 30, 2015. Palmyra, WI. USA

 

 

 

Published Anthology: SLICES of LIFE

SLICES of LIFE BOOK IMAGE COVER

My FIRST official publication!  And I owe it to the heart of my granddaughter, Nadia Jane Krenn, who inspired me to write it!

I also want to express my gratitude to Sheri de Grom, who suggested that I send a story to Russell Towne. I never would have been included had it not been for her encouragement and persistence urging me to submit a story.  Thank you, Sheri!

Sheri has her own very wonderful, informative blog: http://www.sheridegrom.com/ I know some of you are already familiar with her superb writing!

Any royalties I receive from the sale of the book, I am going to put into a college fund for Nadia and her brother, Ayden.  So far I have earned the sum of  $4.83 in royalties for our story. :).  However, since I wrote this sentence several days ago, I will no longer receive any royalties. Fame is so fleeting! This weekend, the gentleman who put the did the compilation of stories and grunt work, no longer sees it as a lucrative book, and requested that we free him from the responsibility of sending us any future royalties.

However, I had to pay a $35 to have it considered for publication and then I bought 10 copies from Amazon after it was published for $ 84.50….so I have personally spent $119.50 to have one and a half page story published.  LOL  🙂   SO perhaps I should have invested the $119.50 in stock?

Now I have to ask myself. was it worth it?

I will respond with a enthusiastic, “Yes!”   “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity!”  🙂  I now have a clear understanding of Vanity Press. 🙂

 

 

I submitted six stories, and ONE story was selected for inclusion in the book, SLICES of LIFE, an anthology complied by Russell Towne (Author, Compiler) and Sandy Lardinois (Editor, Contributor).   It can be purchased on Amazon.com for $8.96, if you feel so inclined. Thank you!

The authors of the stories in this anthology are:   Russ Towne; Sandy Lardinois; Gail M. Nelson, Sheri de Grom; Mimi Krumholz; Pozanghera, Marie; Yvonne Deane; Koji D. Kanemoto; Teresa Karlinski; Pamela Read; Marie Lukaski Wallace; Bill Webb;               Jane Johann; Kimberly Laettner; E.H. Landell; Sherri Matthews; Diane Rawn.

 

“From heart-warming memories of childhood, to humorous perspectives on aging, inspiring stories of survival against nearly insurmountable challenges, to hilariously disastrous social encounters, this non-fiction anthology has it all! Features thirty-two stories exploring the challenges, triumphs, and humor of life as seen through the eyes and experienced in the hearts of fifteen writers.”