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November 24, 2009

Solo, ME Newsletter, Vol. 2, Issue 47

Yes, it’s true. I’m starting my 2009 holiday season with a personal solo vacation.
It takes a lot to step away from tradition, but I’ve decided to start my own tradition.

Yes, I love my family and friends.
Yes, I’m looking forward to spending time with family and friends during the 2009 holiday season.
But... No - not this Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. It is also a four day break which I am so rarely treated to.
I spend my earned vacation hours doing what I love – mission work. Along that line, I guess you could say I’ll be spending the two-day Thanksgiving freedom-from-work break indulging a personal solo mission.

For two days, I will not clean, or pay bills, or do anything boringly necessary to function.

For two days, I will sleep late, wrap Christmas presents already purchased, and snuggle with Miss Fred the misread cat.
I am especially looking forward to watching the last 5 remaining dvr episodes from last year’s season of House, and hopefully catching up on dvr's for the current season, too.

For two days, I’ll relish the quiet, and take stock of my accomplishments this year.
Perhaps, I'll meet up with Miss Clairol since she’s the only one who can turn my age-revealing sparklies a little less sparkly, and move them more towards youthful, perky highlights.
Hopefully, I’ll come up with a smashing design for holiday cards, as well.

Good grief – so much for doing nothing!
I’ve created a list, and therefore I must achieve!

Have a wonderful, blessed and safe Thanksgiving.

In everything, give thanks. 1 Thess. 5:18

In this issue: Butterball Turkey Help Line, Sustaining Yourself Through the Holidays, Portion Control, Stress Busters

Now published: Action Plan Later July, New Orleans, October 2009. & Results of the List survey, Surveyation

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November 17, 2009

Sorely, ME Newsletter, Vol. 2, Issue 46

I’m sorely about to prove my own point from last week’s newsletter.
I simply do not feel like being a beacon of niceness and light this evening.
I suppose if I had sat down last week when I began formulating this week’s message, I might have been successful without anyone knowing of my little happiness rebellion of the moment.

Instead, though, I scrawled out vague ideas, an outline, some researchable topics, and trusted myself to go forward at a reasonable rate. Which, for the most part I did. But… only because it was on my “list.” There’s still a lot of interesting information in this newsletter, but not much of it is going to be tied to this moody memo.

You see, pet peeves, trying to remember the value of small things, being aware that deer season started Sunday which makes my dawn and dusk commute more hazardous, and lastly, recalling errors made in July, are all related to my current funk. But, not what I had planned to talk about, at all.
I’m working on a project from the conference I attended last week. I created a survey – rather quickly with the assistance of SurveyMonkey. The hard part was whittling down the questions to get at the answers I really want to know - and the ones I need to know - to drive the project forward

So, on that note, if you would, please visit the survey link below. There is a short, 10 question, multiple choice, no wrong or right answers, anonymous survey, that should take no more than 3 minutes to complete.
http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=Fl8nhXC3OnXLSSM8px2UBw_3d_3d

As an extra catalytic incentive, I want to let you know, that you’ll be helping me accomplish one of those many specific tasks on my list.

With prayers for a better tomorrow, and blessings for you, as well.

In this issue: Pet Peeves, SurveyMonkey, Fall Driving Stats, and The Value of Small Things

Now posted: Action Plan Mid-Late July, New Orleans, October 2009

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November 11, 2009

Welcome to Midweek Encouragement

Midweek Encouragement is quite simply one page, once a week for the promotion of love and learning.

The entries here are a recreated history of the messages that have introduced the weekly, Wednesday morning, ME Newsletters, since it's inception.

I have not yet found a reasonably easy way to publish the one page, so for now it remains an email attachment in Word format.

To subscribe please email jakorte@tc3net.com. Blessings, Jo.

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November 10, 2009

Fulcrum, ME Newsletter, Vol. 2, Issue 45

I’m going to answer a hard and frequent question, but I can guarantee it won’t be answered clearly.
If I had the answer myself, I wouldn’t still be searching would I?

There is a line of fear that I have not yet crossed, and may not ever cross either.
The line exists solely due to an imaginary scale that I believe will undoubtedly tip a love towards either obligation or enjoyment should I stray too far from the fulcrum.

I write because I like to. I like to because it challenges me. It is, therefore, a hobby.
I acknowledge this: it has surely evolved through 89 straight weeks to become a hobby with a purpose. The purpose is to share, encourage, challenge, and enlighten. To do all these things requires love, and the willingness to give it away.

My grammar is not perfect; my notes are not void of typographical errors or run-on sentences. My messages may be murky because I am muddling through them. Sometimes the more I muddle, the less I understand. But, I know this, too: unmoved muddy waters eventually settle, and when the vision clears, I too will go back and clarify.

If writing were an obligation, I don’t know that I would be as enthusiastic. I don’t know that I would be allowed the sprawling loose liberties that I allow myself. I don’t know that I would be placidly accepting of rejections that would intimate I do not have an amazing accurate wide-reaching professional talent. I would rather continue to be a familiar folk artist, engaging wide-open irregular keystrokes, portraying only the patterns of my life, and the bits of wisdom I’ve gained from living it.

In this issue: Obligation, Hobby Horses, Grandma Moses, QWERTY keyboards.
Now Posted: Action Plan Mid July, New Orleans, October 2009

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November 03, 2009

Swimming, ME Newsletter, Vol. 2, Issue 44

Something in me has changed within this season,
- giving me a starker view of the bare branched, fiery, fallen-leafed landscape of my autumn life.
I struggle with my own inner peace and the turmoil of lives around me.
I find myself caught between “seize the day” and "heed the future”, and sometimes when asked – I find myself advising both.

So which one is to be, then? Or can it truly be both?
If I seize every opportunity today to make the future a better place, and if I accept that GOD loves me as I am, and yet strive to be more frugal, more healthy, more steadfast in my faith – there really isn’t that much of a conflict, is there?

As I left a friend the other day, she innocently displayed an image which captured my attention and my imagination. Moving her arms as if she were swimming she declared in unspoken action, “I am a fish swimming upstream, everyday, pushing through the weeds, towards something better.” Sometimes the only goal you can focus on is the one that says “just keep going.” I suppose we all want to believe that we are headed for something better if we can just push through the negativity of others, the cramped means of our lives. Mad paddling, sweeping breaststrokes, scissor kicks – we move in whichever way our limitations allow.

Of course we’re not frantic salmon with only one pre-programmed genetic goal. But, we are pre-programmed with a great universal goal – whether we choose to acknowledge it or not. There is an innate drive for and toward “something” better, “something” more. Not an abstract, but rather an easy, well definable target: Heaven is the ultimate goal.

Realize this – we spend hours swimming against the negativity of our world, so that we can make our way to peace and joy. And as long as we’re headed there, let’s recognize this as well - It is our responsibility to bring others along on the ride.

In this issue: New Pennies, Salmon, Thinking for Yourself in the Face of Doubt,Health Benefits of Swimming
Now Posted: Action Plan Early July, New Orleans, October 2009.

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October 27, 2009

Pre-Thanks, ME Newsletter, Vol. 2, Issue 43

Plans for this weekend (after minor out-patient surgery on my right eye Friday) include dismantling the salsa garden (sigh), putting away the summer furniture (sigh), and bringing the holiday decorations in from the shed now so I don’t have to trudge through the snow and muck to retrieve them after Thanksgiving (sigh).

Pitifully, all of this planning plainly points to the end of my two favorite seasons – summer and fall.
I don’t usually start griping until after the first snowfall, which is usually some time before Thanksgiving (sigh).

I’ve been thinking a lot about Thanksgiving: my absolute favorite holiday – a chance to reflect on the best things, the happiest things, the things that matter most.
I’m thinking I’ve already been so much more thankful this year than recent years.
I’m thinking I’m thankful I still have so much more to be thankful for.
I’m thinking if I start now, I might be able to get all the good stuff listed by November 26th.

I received a gift book a few years ago titled: 10,001 things to be happy about. It was an interesting book. Not all were choices I’d have made, but I enjoyed the point. For a while, I would grab the book, open to any page, and find dozens of interesting ideas of where I could begin to look for happiness in my own life.

I’ve thought about going back to that book now, but I think I’d rather start my own.
It’s likely to include things like cleaning out the filing cabinet, dismantling the salsa garden and even putting away the summer furniture.
We should be more thankful about the things we do for ourselves.
Because tasks fulfilled, plans achieved, goals attained, responsibilities met, are all accomplishments to be happy about.
If you’re happy, be thankful; if you’re thankful, be happy.

Psalm 118:1
Oh give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his steadfast love endures forever!

In this issue: The Miss America Pageant, DoGood App, Effective Email
Now posted: Action Plan June, New Orleans, October 2009

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October 20, 2009

Teams, ME Newsletter Vol. 2, Issue 42

Happy Wednesday, all.

I've returned home safely, and tired.
Learned a little more about vinyl siding than I already knew.
Learned a lot more about insulation than I never knew.

I've spent some time looking back already just trying to figure out how this particular October GITC mission trip got started, and how it could possibly be over so soon!

Both the word and the concept of "team" have changed for me.
The most surprising part of the change is the realization that we are always involved in, part of, or on, a team of one sort or another.

Every relationship is a team effort. Every coworker is a team member.
Every person in your family is part of your assigned team.
How positively or efficiently our teams work is another issue.
For now, let's just try to concentrate on the idea that we are always on a team.
GOD is with us; we never alone.

In this issue: Vince Lombardi, definition of a team, duffel bags, and Obstacles to Success.

Now posted: In The Beginning, New Orleans October 2009

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October 13, 2009

Reopen, ME Newsletter, Vol. 2, Issue 41

Ok, I admit it. I’m surprisingly tired.

However, not too surprisingly, I found it a whole lot easier to jump out of bed in New Orleans than I did this morning in Michigan.

Coming home is always hard for me. Everything I left undone before my journey remains in waiting. The perpetual list is overwhelming and in many ways an obstacle of my own making.

For tonight though, the urgent list is shorter than usual. Newsletter, unpacking, and sleeping.

The rest of it will just have to wait until I am ready to reopen the door to my immediate past.

In this issue: Leo Tolstoy, Blog, Are You Your Own Obstacle, A Few Last Words About Worry.

Now posted: slidell, poetry, 2009

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October 07, 2009

Food for Thought, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 40

1:17 am. What day is it? Wednesday morning? Ack! No newsletter! What on earth should I write about?
Technically, it is still Wednesday, and since Wednesday is mid-week, this is still a Midweek Encouragement Newsletter, and therefore it’s still on time!

What was I thinking or not thinking yesterday?
98 degrees, 100% humidity, working with insulation in extra garb, glasses fogged up, masks damp, necks itchy.

Also, 10/6 Historically:
Wedding Day - 2001
Funeral Day – 2006
How did I end up here? Day – 2009

In this issue: Big Bob Gibson, Bob Gibson, The Idiom of Food for Thought, We’ll Never Be This Young Again.

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September 29, 2009

Manage/Lead, ME News Vol. 2, Issue 39

I have a hard time motivating myself to do the things I don’t want to. And an even harder time motivating myself to do the things I do want to.

Somehow it works out though that the things I don’t want to do are always first on my list of things to do. I always find a way to give in to responsibility by assuring myself that I will get to the fun stuff as soon as the not-so-fun stuff is done. However, this has turned into weeks on end of meeting my own obligations, and the “lesser” things remain undone.

So, if I struggle with motivating myself, how can I possibly motivate others effectively?
I can’t. And luckily, I don’t have to.

The team I am about to travel with is already comprised of completely motivated individuals. My strength is to be found in encouraging others who are already motivated. My simple gift of administration is offered to assist the motivated in making their visions reality. Despite the required volunteer essay submitted with each application, I can’t say for sure what it is that has motivated them to join this team at this time. As we know, words don’t always convey the full conviction of the heart, no matter how flowery or firm.

I can, however, put this out there: If the difference between management and leadership comes down to functions and relationships, it can be explained this way:
Team coordinators are managers whose job it is to plan, budget, evaluate, and facilitate.
Leadership’s job is to select talent, motivate, coach, and build trust – which obviously GOD has already done – at least 9 times that I know of.

Based on this, I can confirm that I am in the right place for me.
And with hopeful faith I can believe I am in the right place for this team, as well.

In this issue: Stop Worrying parts 5 & 6, Margery Allingham, Management vs Leadership, Motive, Try It - writing down what we are grateful for.

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September 22, 2009

Killing Somebody, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 38

Sunday, September 20, 2009. Dawson Auditorium, Adrian College.

Framed by stage-lit floral displays speaking aptly to the active transition between waning summer and looming fall, Adrian Symphony Conductor John Dodson introduced the first body of an afternoon of compiled works by living American composer John Williams, remarking how the symphony is usually filled with songs by dead people, about dead people. A glance at the program clearly indicated first on the docket was Williams' orchestral music from the film "Jaws."

“This year,” he continued with obvious exhuberant enthusiasm, “We’ll begin our new season by killing somebody!”

What does this have to do with this week’s message?
As usual - absolutely nothing; and then predictably - everything.

For me, Sunday’s season opener was a much anticipated escape. Even so, as I was sitting there, the floor vibrating with menacing bass and brassily snapping shark jaws, my mind remained distractedly clamped on missionary management issues.

At this point, our vehicles and our volunteers are in accord.

However, there are also three more potential volunteers looming on our horizon. As our discussion evolved, someone said, “We have room for one more.” Technically, there is one traveling seat still available the first week, and two seats available for the second week.

But that’s not completely accurate, either. When we began to evaluate it, we all headed the same direction. Do we really have room for one more? Nope, we have room for as many more as GOD sends our way.

Why? Because, we cannot limit ourselves to our current resources. We cannot encourage inclusion or exclusion based on “now,” when our missionary organization is based on “faith, hope, and the future.”

How? Oh, I’m not 100% sure GOD will provide what we want, when we want it. But if HE leads people to be moved with the compassion for volunteering, I suspect HE will also provide a way for us to move them. Probably not without stress or worry, probably not without reworking all the figures, reanalyzing the budget, or resubmitting required paperwork. But probably with gifts we’ll have to reach for, seek out, and submit to. And there’ll surely be a lesson to be had, a message we can pass along, a testimony to how GOD works for the good of all men.

And if, in the final hours before departure, we still find ourselves one seat short, we could always begin our new missionary season by killing somebody.

In this issue: John Williams, Apple App – Ocarina, Stop Worrying Step 3, Learning to be a More Valuable Employee

Now Posted: Details

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September 15, 2009

Positively Negative, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 37

Negatives can be positive.

In Humanities class we were instructed to change the arm we wear our watch on. If you wore it on left, you were to switch it to the right and vice versa. The point was to disrupt our routine, draw attention to automatic reactions, and make us more aware. I indeed found myself continuing to check my left wrist for the time, even though my watch was on my right wrist.

Last weekend I changed my bedroom setup. My new neighbors are noisier than my old neighbors, so I moved the bed from near the windows to the opposite side of the room. Actually, I reversed the entire room. Not a life-changing event, but enough to change my perspective at least twice a day. Once when I wake up facing the windows, and again when I go to bed glancing down the long hall to the den.

Turning things around, creating negatives of our prior routines, mirroring our perspectives, soundly alerts us to how stagnant we have become. Acknowledging that, I’ve decided to change another part of my routine, as well: my prayer routine. I’ve been waiting until the end of the day to set my thoughts to GOD, for the goodness I have received and in the prayers I have for others.

Morning prayers take a lot more thought for me. The prayers I have for others remain the same. However, I am no longer able to inventorily thank GOD for the day’s events. I must pre-thank him for guiding me through a day of events yet unknown. That leaves out the possibilities of specific gratitude, and causes a more specific step of faith. Beginning my day with trust is a challenge I have not quite mastered. I find myself falling back on gratitude for the prior day, and then asking for more of the same.

Still, this purposeful negative has developed into a positive. Recognition of rote behavior, realization of the differences between beginnings and ends, and devoting myself to uncomfortable changes: all positively negatives. All positively worth pursuing.

"O LORD, be gracious to us; we long for you. Be our strength every morning, our salvation in time of distress.” Isaiah 33:2

In this issue: Stop Worrying (part 2 & 3), Photographic Negatives, Positivity at Work, Negative Calories, Negativity Word Challenge (I made 55 words from the word "negativity", can you?)

Now posted: Blow Pop Man - Transformer! Humor, That's Random.

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September 08, 2009

Worry, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 36

I keep a little rant file on my thumb drive. Most of the time something has sparked me, and most of the time it’s in a fairly negative way. Going back to my rant journal usually ends up in a GOD –smacking experience. For example, on August 19th I wrote:

“So, I wasted three days and a lot of energy on what turned out to be a misplaced decimal point. Actually, there were two of us involved in this fiasco. Besides three days it took two muddled brains, phone calls to four different departments, and over a dozen attempts to repair the data per the error message. The error message wasn’t all that clear to begin with. Perhaps if it had been, we’d have solved our dilemma more quickly. Or perhaps not.

But, isn't that a lot like our lives sometimes, hours and hours devoted to worry? Does GOD really want us to worry that much about every thing?”

The hours I spent worrying about the implications of the mistake, were indeed, a waste of time. Once the error was identified, once the problem was solved, there were no implications, no repercussions. All that was left was the memory of how I had squandered breezy evenings and dewy sunrises, brows furrowed in “what-ifs.”

Last weekend, I found myself in a conversation with an extended family member who I also consider a friend. We were discussing the fact that I wouldn’t be getting a real raise this year, just a small lump sum taxed at a ridiculous rate. It wouldn’t have seemed so bad, except that it is the second time it has happened to me in this particular position. So, I’m two years behind in raises, in terms of money upon money. I’m two years behind in the savings plan, in terms of money upon money. I’m also facing higher electric, natural gas, gasoline, and water bills. My budget is teetering at the breaking point. But I blithely insist that I do try not to think or worry too much about all that. I recite by rote my earliest memory of surrender expression courtesy of Doris Day: “Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be; the future’s not ours to see.”

That’s when my friend took me over to her refrigerator and pointed to a very small, almost fortune cookie sized slip of faded, yellow paper. “This has been on my fridge for so many years, I’ve lost count. I’ve moved it from my old home to new my home.” What did this cherished slip of weathered wisdom say?

“Worrying is carrying a burden that GOD never intended us to bear.”

In this issue: Stop Worrying, Marcus Aurelius, Doris Day, and Caramelized Onion and Blueberry Salsa Pie recipe.

Now posted: The Pie Experiment, Faith, Current

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September 01, 2009

Pie-Eyed, ME News Vol. 2, Issue 35

The Boulevard Market, 102 East Chicago Boulevard in Tecumseh is holding a Pie Social Thursday, September 3rd. 6:30-7:30. http://www.boulevardmarket.com/

I’m submitting my caramelized onion and blueberry salsa pie. There are prizes… but based on the opinions of my last few taste testers, I’m not likely to win anything other than most unusual. And, you know, that’ll be fine by me. Just to make sure I’d be a shoe-in for that category, though, I searched the web.

Cooks.com showed these results:
1220 entries for blueberry pie
1160 entries for vegetable pie
163 entries for onion pie
176 entries for salsa pie, but these were more like recipes that used salsa in their pies – such as beef taco pie or enchilada chicken pie, etc.
When I entered blueberry salsa pie it came up with 212 recipes that might fit. None of them did. Ha! I win!
Well, maybe not in anyone else’s opinion but mine – still, that’s all right with me.

Why? Because I take pride in food innovation.

At 6 years old, I was eating chocolate ice cream with crunched up potato chip as a topping. Chocolate covered potato chips aren’t such a rarity these days.
In college, I matured to peanut butter swirl ice cream with crushed pretzels. Hmm. Sounds a bit like Ben & Jerry’s adorably named flavor “Chubby Hubby,” no?
Then a few years ago, there were the Michigan Hot Sauce Club HOT chocolates – habanero, cayenne, jalapeno filled dark, milk and white chocolate delicacies I hand crafted from the finest ingredients. Check out the on-line availability of spicy chocolate and candy offerings. You’ll be amazed.

So, don’t scoff at my caramelized onion and blueberry salsa pie.

I know I can’t please everyone – no matter what the flavor of my life is.
But the ones I find I can please, those are the connections worth pursuing.

PS. Just because your palette can’t adjust to it now, doesn’t mean it won’t be on the shelves of gourmet shops and supermarkets in the very near future.

In this issue: Health Benefits of Blueberries, The Dangers of People Pleasing, Salsa, The Definition of Pie.
Now posted: My Monumental Effort, Poetry 2009

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August 25, 2009

Blue Grass Testimony, ME News, Vol 2, Issue 34

The appropriate level of Vitamin D has indeed changed some things.
A lot of people have noticed the difference in me. I notice the difference in me.

I’ve been told I’m more animated, glowing. I know I look healthier. I know I feel more alert. My attitude has rather positively been adjusted. It’s still a little strange to feel general euphoria for no real reason. Nothing has changed, except that my physically being well has given my brain the chance to regroup.

I see vibrant colors. Not that I didn’t see colors before, but there’s an eerie comparative line that can be drawn to allergy medication commercials where the dull film is peeled away, and the life-scene comes in to sharper focus. I’ve driven through Kentucky and Tennessee four times in the last three years, and although I appreciated the beauty of the landscape then, I was completely overwhelmed this time. Awed. And humbled, and scared of where I had been: disturbed that I had been so unaware that I wasn’t seeing things correctly.

I’ve moved beyond the tunnel vision of survival, merely moving one foot in front of the other, purposefully not looking back. Now that I have also regained my peripheral vision, I have found that there are people there -- ones who have been waiting with extraordinary patience. I’m astounded by the three-dimensional colors of love. Not the flowery romantic kind, but the unconditional acceptance kind.

So, what does all this have to do with Bluegrass Music?
From the notes of Marc Pruett’s band at the Fiddlin’ Pig in Asheville, NC to The Holy Mountain Boys gospel quartet at Cole UMC, Yale, MI, I traversed one week and one day, and 692 miles, to receive one repetitive message:
Share your testimony, and pray that it is received with joy.

How can I ensure that when I do share, it is observed as testimony and not as preaching?
I am not equipped to preach, because I cannot teach what I do not know.
My desire is to spark interest, cause investigation, allow self-discovery, and offer support.
Many times, although it may seem like I am writing specifically for you, I am merely offering an experience, seeking feedback, and in a way, very much self-testifying.

So, I hope you understand how important you are to me.
How grateful I am that you allow me to pass on my experiential thoughts, testifying on behalf of GOD’s works, pulling them into focus, and bringing us all together.

Blessings.

In this issue: Testimony, Peripheral Vision, Bluegrass, Religious Experiences & Yoga Breathing.
Now posted: I Cry, Poetry 2009

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August 18, 2009

Along for the Ride, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 33

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6 (NIV)

Back, way back, in junior high school, I listened to Casey Kasem every Sunday afternoon on WINE radio in Connecticut. I kept a groovy pink, purple and yellow flowered notebook recording chart positions of songs I thought deserved to be recognized for their greatness – rejoicing happily when they rose in popularity, and becoming dejected if they fell out of favor.

It wasn’t until the late 80’s that I learned people actually got paid to do that exact same thing! In the meantime, though, I tried to cultivate my own musical talents. I wanted to play the flute, but needed braces. I tried to play the sax, but didn’t have enough air in me. I won a Yamaha electric folk guitar from WINE, but, alas, I sliced three consecutive fingertips with a v-shaped linoleum cutter in art class leaving numbed pads. I joined chorus, but was asked to leave because I kept throwing everyone else off key. I did get a part in GODSPELL, though – as a silent mime. I wouldn’t give up despite all those glaring signals. Nope, I would wear headphones and listen to music for hours. One day, I’d been at it a while and my parents reluctantly asked me to stop singing along. I complied, in my own way. Later, my dad asked me to stop humming, as well.

My first official music playing device was a red circle Panasonic tape recorder. I was allowed to tape my records on the stereo, and then was free to play them, over and over and over and over and over, locked in my room. I memorized lyrics, picked out bass patterns, read liner notes, and dreamed of finding my place in the music industry. In high school, my revolutionary dream idea was to invent a machine that would allow people to purchase just the songs they liked, and have them recorded on one cassette tape. So close, and yet so far.

I am writing this nostalgic little piece while burning 20+ hours of music loaded into my home computer onto CD’s for a road trip to North Carolina. If you want to come along for the ride, you can visit: http://mblog.lib.umich.edu/~jaselin/archives/2009/08/road_sic.html#more for the complete play list.

In this issue: Steve Gillman - Music Entrainment, itunes, Road Food
Now posted: Poetry for Motion, Poetry, 2009

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August 11, 2009

The Right To Laugh, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 32

I joke about my downfalls a lot, but I do take them seriously too.

Knowing your own quirks is a GOOD thing.
Having a strong inner compass is a GOD thing.

It’s very hard sometimes to not let tangled, disappointed roots sprout into full grown mangled bushes.
It’s that much harder to cut them down in maturity, even knowing that the far stretching, familiarly comforting arms of shading leaves will only produce more bitter fruit.
The best way to dismantle a thicket of thorns is to grasp them firmly, wearing steel mesh gloves of humor.

Losing someone you love does not mean you lose the right to laugh. Some of you who have been on this journey with me for the past few years, understand where this is leading. I hope the memories and humorous revelations have helped you to realize how important it is to hold on to the good stuff; to look for the moments that may only be memories in your future.

I hope I’ve helped you handle the loss, as well.

Because as you've come to know, I’m all for the gravitational pull of laughter, strong inner compasses, and the chance to stand on soap boxes.

In this issue: Federal Law, Finding Your Inner Compass, Soap Boxing, and chainmaille.

Now posted: Fall Out Girl, Faith, Current & truth serum, Humor, That's Random

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August 05, 2009

Karaoke, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 31

It isn’t often I get to show my silly side at work. It isn't often that I want to, either. Too much of the time, I submit to strained niceties, even when they are especially not warranted.

So, the 100th year Anniversary Celebration Picnic wasn’t something I was looking forward to, in general. I was especially not looking forward to it this week, with so many recent serious office conflicts circulating through our ranks. It only made the dreading worse when I received the notice of “forced fun.” Truthfully, the notice didn’t really say “forced fun.” It really said “Karaoke.”

Luckily, I was reminded of an incident where my parents and my brother’s in-laws got around the mandatory sing-for-fun problem by choosing a minimally lyric-ed little ditty. Following in their footsteps, I brilliantly checked to see if perhaps this karaoke company had “Tequila!” The song, that is. The liquid would have been very helpful, but quite frowned upon, for sure. Sadly, they didn’t have it.

I tried to convince my closest co-worker to just pick something from the book with me. She wasn’t cooperating, and her reasons were understandable. However, realizing that at some point everyone would be probably be severely pressured into warbling, I came up with a contingent plan. I decided to prepare for disaster rather than allow myself to be blindsided by it. I got together with a buddy from another department, and here is how we decided to play it.

Perusing the huge and intimidating list of potential ways to embarrass ourselves, we found ourselves faced with about a fifteen-year age-gap problem. Finally, we briefly settled on Johnny Cash’s Folsom Prison Blues, but kept looking just in case we found something way better. A few pages later, we found our true songbird calling under Children’s Tunes, and locked it down with a knuckle tap.

The forced-to-be-silly-in-front-of-your-co-workers side of me was temporarily placated with the absolute ease of the lyrics. Then the regular semi-evil side took over.

I tracked down the Karaoke Maven, and shared with her this plan:
Before our song began, I wanted to have ample time to ask everyone to please stand, remove their hats, and raise their right hand. The intention was to make it appear as if we were going to sing the National Anthem or recite the Pledge of Allegiance. My cohort would stand there with his hand over his heart, appropriately looking nervous.

Then, we’d cued the songstress to hit it. Seriously, how can you not do the Hokey Pokey if you’re already standing?
Hey, if I’m gonna be forced to have fun, I’m gonna do my best to take everyone else along on that joy ride with me!

To our credit, we also scoped out the lyrics for Folsom Prison Blues, changing the part where Johnny laments, “I’m stuck in Folsom Prison,” to the name of our division. It’s always good to have a back-up plan… for an encore, of course.

Post scripts:
Two more brave people join our hokey little hoaxy group at the last minute.
Most everyone stood up; a good number sat down when they realized what our gig was.
To sum it up, about 50% of our coworkers ended up compellingly engaged, putting their whole self in – and wasn’t that what it was all about, anyway?

In this issue: Karaoke, Portmanteau, Viewing the World Through Another's Eyes.
Now Posted: Quiet, and Quietly, Faith, Current & value, Poetry 2009.

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July 27, 2009

Birthday, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 30

Well, I survived the 7th anniversary of my 39th birthday. Yeah, I'm gonna make you do the math!

Lots of people wished me a happy b’day. Isn’t that some kind of geyser toilet? Not very nice, if you ask me.

Also, an interesting turn – I was called to retrieve, from the front desk, a package that had been hand delivered, marked “Confidential.” It weighed more than paperwork and obviously had an enclosure I was going to have to deal with. Turns out it was a birthday card, and a paper wrapped block decorated with smiley faces and stars in blue highlighter. Felt like a short brick, to me. So, I’m thinking, hey this must be sort of along the same lines as getting charcoal at Christmas – bricks on your birthday, right? Happily, it turned out to be a sweet surprise - a hefty stack of gourmet chocolate bars from some sweet coworkers.

Between the toilet and brick, it wasn’t at all that bad, though.
In fact, it was rather mellow. I borrowed my neighbor’s two dogs – a puggle and a mini boxer-pug (I think.) That was almost like having a party. We sat on the deck and did my toenails. Well, the pups didn’t actually help with that. They kept wanting to lick the polish off.

Instead of Pin-the-Tail-on-the-Donkey, my party guests played Plaster-Your-Nose-to-the-Cat. It mainly consisted of some snout-to-snout communing with Fred. Of course, she was on one side of the glass slider, and they were on the other. There was a little whining on the puppy side. Those doggie girls really wanted to “play” with Miss Fred.

I did let the dogs in to have some well needed water. Fred wasn’t even fazed. She just sat there squinting warily – I thought I caught her rolling her eyes as we walked past her. By the time I managed a second glance though, she had returned to her normal I’m-too-cute-to-have-evil-thoughts condescending blinking. Considered letting the dogs off the leashes, but decided I wasn’t in the mood for that sort of party.

So the doggy divas and I went back out onto the porch to enjoy the breeze, and apply some more hot pink polish, plus a few rhinestones, to my one-birthday-older toes. Then we all just sat for a bit, watching the peppers grow in the early evening sun fade.

In this issue: Hybrid Dogs, Nail Polish, Origins of the Happy Birthday Song, Finding Meaning in Life, and absolutely nothing about Pin-the-Tail-on-the-Donkey.
Now posted: Recipe for a Happy Life, Faith, Current

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July 21, 2009

Mobile, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 29

I’ve always been in love with him.

Since the day I first discovered, floating above me, huge chunks of steel that I instinctively knew should not be gliding gracefully, I was hooked.

Then, I discovered there was more. I embraced the wire shapes, in their strong complicated simplicity. I adored the pop of colors, always the same colors, and broad strokes of black. The hasty sketches of monumental pieces called to me, impossibly transforming ideas from the depths of possibility within an artists’ mind.

Until recently, I did not know that Alexander Calder was considered to be the inventor of mobiles.
Actually, I didn’t know that until last Sunday, when I purposefully found myself at Meijer Gardens to view a collection of Calder’s work in the outdoor sculpture garden. I started calculating how long it had been since I’d found my younger self mesmerized by a Calder mobile at a NYC museum. I can’t recall if it was the Museum of Modern Art or the Guggenheim. I bought a postcard at the gift shop, and although I no longer know if I even own that postcard anymore, I’d studied it so well, and so long, I can still envision the turnings above me now - red drifitng over grey on currents I could not feel, but knew without a doubt were there.

To some extent all artists are engineers, and all engineers are artists. While some follow a precise prescribed path to a vision, some have a vision of a precise path un-prescribed. When we consider all that is open to interpretation, it is a wonder anyone gets along at all. Yet, there in Calder’s work is preciseness, whimsy, previously un-followed paths, and an exactness of vision. All intertwined – all in harmonious balance.

And isn’t that the way we are – somewhere between vague sketches and monumental pieces?
Evolving, revolving every minute, never to be caught in exactly the same place again – moving with the currents, among the winds, never stagnant but precisely balanced in our own space, in our own way, connected to each other, independently mobile, yet exactly moved?

And isn’t that the way GOD works - in ways unknown, with whimsy and preciseness?

In this issue: Frederik Meijer, Meijer Gardens, Alexander Calder, GITC
Now posted: Scheduling Conflicts, Humor, That's Random

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July 14, 2009

Diametrically Opposed, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 28

I don’t know why I ever bother saying, “No.”

Especially, when it comes to my usual emphatic impartation, because it seems those situations I am diametrically opposed to are the ones I always surrender to. Well, not exactly surrender… maybe more like end up being funneled into a narrowing space, and then finally GOD-pushed directly into my refusal.

It is entirely possible, as I’ve mentioned before, that I am interpreting strong feelings as negatives instead of positives. Maybe the racing heart jaw clenching is merely anticipation of change, and not a herald of fear. Perhaps just the strength of my reaction confuses me.

There are two things I have repeatedly said “no” to. One of which, most of you are aware, and one I’ve barely shared with my own soul. I’m not ready to talk about the second one yet, but the first needs immediate address.

I acknowledge unashamedly that I have absolutely and repeatedly said I’d never allow myself to be put into a position of leading a mission team to New Orleans, or anywhere else for that matter. And when it comes right down to it, I haven’t – allowed myself – that is. It simply isn’t a question of “allowing” anything when you find yourself railroaded into what seems like your perfect objection.

Still protesting, even after I have uttered “yes,” I write a note I never intended to really send, until now:

“I know that you think you are pulling me in for my own good.
But that is not my calling – to be in the thick of it.

I’m more comfortable as a peripheral presence. There, I find myself more focused on support - on a more personal level. What I learn from you is more important than what could ever be learned from me. Because I can turn that around, and make you face it. Sort of like a mirror bouncing the truth back at you, showing you yourself in a way you cannot dodge - without judgment, without repair, and probably not without tears.

To stand with you in the center of the storm, means neither one of us has a clue where it might be going. Since this isn’t my storm, I will step back. I can’t hope to change its magnitude; I will pray to influence its path. Steering with these words and others, I continually ask GOD to raise you up so that you know you are worthy.”

Perhaps my lesson in this is to stop saying “no,” and say something more like “not just yet, or “maybe.”

In this issue: Diametrically Opposed aka Antipodal, Turning Someday Into Today, GITC 8 October 2009.

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July 07, 2009

Growing Down, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 27

Relationships can be hard. Oh, ok..let’s be real. Relationships are always hard!

Take for example a recent exchange between a friend and her beau. He was reacting to a serious situation in what she felt was a foolishly lighthearted way. She retaliated with an angry demand, “Would you please just grow up!”

A little while later, the tables were turned. She reacted to a not-so-serious situation in a much too serious way, to which her beau exasperatedly responded, “Would you please just grow down!”

I know a few people with the gift of a fascinating child-like mentality. I’ve often wondered where the joy comes from; the happy, bubbly, today-is-a-gift-made-especially-for-me radiating attitude. In the past I have been sad and jealous that I was not made that same way. I’ve tried to achieve this on my own, and have not been successful. In my eyes it equates to having to “act” happy all the time, which for me is stressful and a bit deceptive.

I enjoy the loud happy of others, I just can’t seem to bring myself to shout along.
I love the evident joy some folks shine out like a hot summer day; I just tend to shine in a warmly diffused winter-through-the-window sort of way.
I am happy, just not a jump-up-and-down happy.
I’m a quiet happy: a calm happy, a pleased to have made it this far happy.

I’ve grown down quite a bit, from over-serious to sort-of-more-relaxed.
I'm willing to grow down more. But I still don’t know if it will ever show on my outside.

In this issue: Vitamin D, Garden, Upside Down Gardening, Hydroponics, Ammachi & thoughts on growing down.

Nothing posted: This weekend I begin a new adventure… New Orleans, again. In a very different way.

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June 30, 2009

Up, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 26

I went to see the children's movie, Up. It was highly entertaining, and somewhat like watching a parallel life.

Without giving the plot away, (yeah, I know it's a simple children's movie, but still... there is a plot) there comes a point when the main character must make a choice. You know how I've been about making choices lately.

Anyway, when the grumpy hero started throwing things out of his house to lighten up the load and achieve buoyancy, I leaned over and whispered to my movie-going friend, "Hey! I just did that!"

Emblematic, the house represents the sometimes immense baggage we carry around, and the legitimacy or illegitimacy of that carriage.

This includes the physical aspect of ownership: of things. As I mentioned last week, having less has given me an interesting sense of freedom. I’ve read that clutter can increase stress, and I now believe that it’s true.
Having more than you need is not going to make you happier… it just means more dusting.

I have also come to the conclusion that I do not really want to own anything.
At least not anything large and permanent, like a house.

What else do I not want to own?

I don’t want to own false grief.
I’m not happy about losing Jeff. I’m not angry, either.
I’m not questioning “why?”, because I know why, and I’m thankful.
I’m just lonely, and that’s where the present sadness comes from.

I don’t want to own false hope.
I want to have faith that where I am headed will someday make sense to me, and maybe to some others.

I don’t want to own the responsibility of false vision, knowing all that lies ahead.
I want to affirm that life’s adventure is a gift, gladly opening each day as such, marking the most memorable moments, good and bad, with rainbow hued ribbons.

I don’t want to own a false sense of security.
I want to believe with my whole soul that as paths change, they will continue to be clearly marked in my rearview mirror - under the direction of the only GPS necessary - GOD’s positioning system.

Ephesians 2:8:
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith – and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God – (NIV)

In this issue: Balloons, Boy Scouts of America, Talking Dog Collars, Paradise Falls.
Now posted: Arrested, Humor, That's Random

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June 24, 2009

Less, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 26

When is less more?

I’ve done this before. But this is the first time it’s ever been like this.

Throughout major turning points in my life I have experienced many frequent overwhelming irrational desires to sell everything, free myself, and move on. My last relocation was from Nashville to Michigan. Before that I fled from New York City to Nashville, before that I was driven to NYC from Massachusetts.

All this moving about concerned my parents and confused my friends. I could never truly justify my actions. I just knew I had to go, and I just knew when it was time.

I’ve been excruciatingly restless. It hasn’t been so much about not being able to pick a direction, as much as being well aware that there just wasn’t one. Still, I’ve so badly been wanting to break away, leave everything behind. Because that’s what I have always done. I’ve just been miserably waiting for that last little piece to fall into place – to show me clearly where I need to be.

Standing still for far too long, frustrated, I thought I’d get a jump on prepping for my next exodus. Last week’s moving sale encompassed everything I envisioned I would not be taking with me.

A full size freezer, 4 piece bedroom suite, baker’s rack, fire pit, meat smoker, computer desk, an extra tv, an extra stereo, an extra dvd player, an extra recliner, 1 bathroom cabinet fixture, 2 extra chairs, 3 extra lamps, 4 dozen cookbooks, and way too many chickens to ever fit into a smaller kitchen – because no matter where I might be headed, I doubt I’ll ever find a kitchen even close to the size of the one I have now.

Strangely, one week later, I’m already feeling… better - less restless.
Having less has become something more because it changed something.

There isn’t a single room in my home that hasn’t been altered by the sale of some item. I’ve restructured my living room, redesigned the den, opened up space in the master bedroom, uncluttered the home office, deleted an extra bathroom cabinet, and made the guest room more guest receptive.

It seems now that I have had a chance to review all this, that I may have been anticipating feeling one way which lead to misinterpreting the true message.

Even though I was sure it was what I wanted, I just didn’t feel the usual drive to leave. It turns out that what had been coiling within me had been a rather strong push to change. I can’t run off and pursue my heart, because it’s achingly anchored to staying here. I’m still not sure what or who I am waiting for, but I know that I really shouldn't leave, just yet.

There’s nothing less personal about the space Jeff and I shared. The memories didn’t walk out the door with the things I sold. The changes don’t diminish anything – but they’ve changed everything – my past, my present, and reassuringly, the way I feel about my future.

Proverbs 19:21
Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the LORD's purpose that prevails.

In this issue: Scroll Saws, Mezuzah Scrolls, Cultural Yard Sales, Culling Clutter, www.flamingoworld.com/retail
Now posted: Sacred Scroll

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June 16, 2009

For The Birds, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 24

So, maybe you’ve noticed, but maybe you haven’t.

In my own weird little way I usually find a theme for each newsletter.
Sometimes the way I connect things can seem like a stretch, but that’s half the fun.
I like to pick out a key word or feeling then challenge myself by drawing unusual parallels.

I don’t have a huge storehouse of theme ideas.
And, it’s probably more accurate to say that the themes usually find me, anyway.

Like this week, nothing much was going on. Then I received an email about the Odwalla Tree Project, followed by an email about the Pathology Department Birdhouse fundraising auction, followed by another email alert about cell phone numbers going public, which is completely for the birds, and finally all of that reminded me about a fellow van-pooler’s near birdie incident.

So, that’s what you’re getting this week: sort of a "fly by the seat of the pants kinda thing."

In this issue: Pathology Department's Bird House Auction, Cell Phone National Do Not Call List, Odwalla Click to Plant a Tree in Michigan Program, Flying By The Seat of One's Pant.
Now posted: Flocking Reflux, Humor, That's Random.

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June 03, 2009

Lightening, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 22

Remember when we were young, and being sent to bed while it was still light out was a crime our parents committed against nearly every 9:00 pm summer night? How could we possibly sleep when there was still good daylight left after dinner– to ride bikes, or sit on the porch, or play hopscotch in the street?

Funny how is gets to be. Climbing into bed onto an early-summer evening’s subdued light is now luxurious. Stretching out like a cat in the orange glow, feels more like a forbidden, indulgent nap than an imposed sentence of wasted time.

Lullabies wash over the window sill: the swing-tat of breezed blinds taps along to the beat of subtle neighborhood noise - a slow car rolling by, an echoing bark from a few streets over, a childish butterfly-flitting laugh, bright songbird whistles and cheerful chirping crickets.

No blanket required. Warm soft breaths of air, slightly damp with sheer humidity are nature’s spa treatment for wintery elbows and dry sunlight starved legs. Evenings like this are lovingly designed to hydrate skin, stir up memories, and recapture long scattered pieces of faded summer souls.
All while lightening up bedtime, as well.

In this issue: More Methods to Lighten up, Gelotology, Laughter Yoga, and Hair color.

Now posted: Suite Life, KY, Slidell, LA, October 2008 & Why Ballet is Important to Working Women, Humor, That's Random

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May 26, 2009

Pressure, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 21

Memorial Day Memories and Moments

The last minute invitation to join a GITC cook team headed for southern Illinois fell through.
Trying economic times, holiday weekend plans, graduations, the list of reasons were all legitimate.
Still, I suffered the self-imposed disappointment-pressure that comes with the territory.

So, I accepted another invitation. I was in the mood to work, and the invitation promised that I could.
I missed the lawn mowing, edging, and weed whacking fun, but the promise of using the power washer helped me decide. There was also shed clearing, grocery shopping, inside and outside window washing, bench refurbishing & repainting, flower boxes, and a fence to be clear coat stained.

Why was I looking forward to all this? To distract me from the pressure.

It’s not the uncertainty of my job, or that the 5-year lease on my home is up. It's not that scheduled surgery was canceled for the third time, or the eight pounds the doctor’s scale says I’ve gained in a year.
It’s something else. Not directly related to these circumstances.
It’s the stress on my heart.

The only way to ease the pain is to release all the pressure of built up love that has not yet been given away.

It needs to go somewhere. I come back empty from mission trips.
Sometimes empty is good, especially if I can empty my heart through giving, while at the same time, releasing toxins thru tears and sweat.

In this issue: Pressure, Finding the Deep River Within. Part 2 AARP Walking Guide
Now posted: Mirroring, Slidell, LA, October 2008

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May 19, 2009

Walking, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 20

Walking

I’ve been walking alone for quite some time now; since January 2006. And although that path had led me to some great accomplishments, it is only recently that I found an error in my route.

I noticed the mistake, or was more accurately God-smacked by it, last Saturday, May 16th, when I took part in the 5th annual Herrick Hospital Diabetes Education 5K Walk and Run. It took a very special invitation to get me there. I am blessed to have one particularly relentless friend who over the past two years has allowed me alone time, wide berths of space, and tolerated many logical-to-me sorry-I’m-not-going-to-show excuses. Even so, she has never stopped asking me to participate in her life.

Over 3 years, I have built up my daily walk to 1.5 to 2 miles per day, and average about 32 minutes/mile. The 5k or 3.1 mile fund-raiser walk was scheduled from 9:00 – 10:30. I wasn’t absolutely sure I could make it within that time frame, but with reasonable effort I was sure I could come close, and maybe end up being just few minutes late.

I didn’t count on some things. The uphill climb to the start line wasn’t something the treadmill prepared me for. Although I’ve often adjusted the incline, I’d never set it that steep! The off-road muddy wooded path around the lake was a little slippery and a lot hilly, also.

I also didn’t count on the outcome. I don’t wear a watch, and didn’t bother to pull out my phone to see how our timing was. I was too busy walking and talking, catching up, and finding parallels in our lives. Our sub-team of 4 had started out together. Soon, 2 of our 4-woman walking group were far ahead. We slower gals kept a steady pace. We were passed by two or three other walkers on the off-road uphill part of the path. I had expected to have been passed a lot sooner than that.

Coming around the lake into the open, seeing the welcoming finish-liners was a great feeling. As we joined others in the pavilion, I asked about the time. It was 10:10 am! How had it happened that I was not late, but 20 minutes early?

There have been a few people lately who have been reminding me that we as people are not meant to be alone in life. I’ve done a lot on my own. But I’ve been limited by my belief that I could go it entirely by myself. I recognize a real need for others now: to encourage me, challenge me, walk with me through and then out of this valley in my life.

It doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll suddenly be easier to get along with, or that I’ll attend every function I’m invited to. I’m like an early spring tulip – I need to be careful not to open up too fast, not to over-bloom. I need a little more time to build up the strength needed to stretch my arms wide, find surer footing, and anchor myself with deeper roots, so I cannot easily be blown over or blown apart as winds of change storm by.

On the Road to Emmaus Luke 24: 13-17
13Now that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem. 14They were talking with each other about everything that had happened. 15As they talked and discussed these things with each other, Jesus himself came up and walked along with them; 16but they were kept from recognizing him.
17He asked them, "What are you discussing together as you walk along?"

In this issue: AARP Walking Guide, STEM International, I Walk The Line & Artists' Walk.
Now published: Cajun Frog legs, Slidell, LA October 2008, Faith & perpetual curiosity, poetry 2009

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May 12, 2009

Open Ended, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 19

"Wouldn’t it be great if GOD left this one open-ended?”
I actually uttered this phrase once.

I was thinking in terms of yet another rebuilding project that the GITC team would not get to complete. We’d have to walk away without finishing another home. I was thinking that for some of our newer team members, there was a driving need for more work, and of course, more work to be done.

I really do need to learn to be more specific when speaking with GOD, because seven months later, I have found myself in the here and now at a very open-ended phase in my life: lots of variables, no real solutions.
Nothing is finished. Nothing is settled.
Nothing is completely clear, and I am certainly not complete.
That’s not at all what I had in mind.

I received an email with an interesting foot note:
Don’t ask the Lord to guide your footsteps if you are not willing to move your feet.

In this issue: Housetrology, Homing Pigeons, How to Relax at Home
Now posted:
Open Ended, Slidell, Louisiana, October 2008
Compliments, Straight Up, Humor, That's Random

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May 05, 2009

Staged, ME News, Vol. 2 Issue 18

Last week’s Thursday evening Adrian Symphony Orchestra rehearsal provided an extraordinary opportunity. Introduced to American composer Ken Fuchs, under the kind guidance of conductor John Thomas Dodson, attendees found themselves in the unusual position of co-observance alongside Mr. Fuchs, who would be hearing his work performed by ASO for the first time.

As with any art, created and then given away - handed over, it becomes open to interpretation. Unasked questions titter for answers. Do you see what I see? Do you hear what I hear? Can you carry my inner, intimate inspiration into your orchestral life, make it yours, yet have it remain wholly mine? Like building a remarkable one of a kind instrument and then giving it away; the machine remains intact, but user inflection may vary. Like when I give away words with one specific meaning, and somehow they come back to me as something completely different; interpreted in a way I did not intend, nor could have imagined.

A commanding chain: Composer – Conductor – Orchestra.

Eyes, ears, skin exposed to tactile vibrations, immersed in the drama, I want to be everywhere at once: with the composer, with the conductor, with the orchestra, with the audience. I visualize notes as drifting smoke: swirling charcoal yellows, brighter windy spring greens, wistful streaking skylight blues. An occasional brown bubble, bursting like fireworks, expands in a higher space floating down as muddy tendrils - like muting waves over scrolls of chiseled sound.

In the midst of all this, I sometimes forget to breathe. A gasp and a yawn are not indicative of errors or boredom. I’ve just been biologically forced to find my way back to the present, having been so keenly lost in the concentration of observing and deciphering individuals and individual sounds in the swell.

Deeper into practice, the instant an orchestra is in accord, it is evident that this was the plan all along; perfunctorily preceded by a little pacing, scouting tilts of the head, eyes closed, eyes open, marking notes, turning back, rising to the balls of the feet, and finally, finally, a nod.

Seen in another light: Creator – Conduit – Congregation

The hope is that we as a congregation, acknowledge each others’ rhythms, meld into them, play off them, and perhaps necessarily find ourselves to be in complete contrast to them, and yet we are still gifted beyond what we can afford to repay; competency in combining to create harmonious globes of sound and light.

Assemblage, grouping, gathering, purposefully putting people together, whether as an orchestra or an audience, invites community; creates congregations. Common people, creative people, talented or merely appreciative, we’ve been found; identified. Staged.

Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! ~Psalms 133:1

In this issue: Home Staging, Orchestral Staging, Stage Coaches

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April 28, 2009

Bruised, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 17

Bruises are interesting.
They may not hurt much at first; we might not even be aware that one is coming.
But the longer we have them and the more we revisit them by accidental bumping or rubbing, the more we become aware of them.

In their natural way, bruises bloom, move to the surface, show true colors, and serve a distinctive ache.

The good news is that bruises are very rarely permanent. They fade over time, and slip from our memory. Unless of course we repeat the injury, or keep doing the same thing - hoping for different results.

The same is true for emotional bruises. If we keep doing the same thing, we're going to find ourselves with the same results. Those bruises will keep finding their way through our egos to our skin, exposing us as perpetual victims.

Yes, victims. It's not a pleasant word, and we don't like to describe ourselves that way, do we? But allowing ourselves to be vulnerable to recurrent bruises places us in an unpleasant orb of repetitive mistakes.

Grudges are very much like bruises when someone owes us, hurts us, refuses to communicate, won't try to work it out. Holding tightly to a grudge only makes the bruising worse. Repeated bruising causes biological and emotional nerve damage. The colors of the injury may fade, but the pain may not. Ever.

I've held on to a lot of bruises for a very long time. The damage is deep.
I've decided to stop the cycle. Let it go. I'll probably be sad for an equally long time that I wasn't able to find a way to let those bruises work themselves out. Only I won't have to hope for something different now. I can expect it.

Colossians 3:13
Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.

In this issue: Bruises, How not to bruise an ego, Statistics That Hurt.
Now posted: Bruised?, Slidell, LA 2008
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April 21, 2009

Fang-shui, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 16

To those of you who may not have heard from me in a while, there are reasons. Consider yourself among the luckier.

For those I have spoken to more recently, just in case you weren’t sure, I admit I've been a little snarly lately.

Yeah, snarly is one of my words. Happened on a day when I was feeling surly and starting to snarl.

I really do try not to let my emotional fangs show. They can be quite a reflection of my viciousness. Usually showing up as nipping comments, snits of growling, or just hateful lip curling, I do occasionally get the urge to bite someone’s head off.

I was at this point the other day when someone commented to me that it seemed like I was getting ready to rip off heads and spit in necks.

For your protection, I’ve dubbed this condition my personal fang-shui;
the art of arranging my lips over my un-retracted fangs in just the right way to make a delicious snarl.

It’s just my little harmless, yet the conveniently nicest, way of alerting you that you are treading on dangerous ground.

Having warned you, I now offer you up this personal self-defense: Counter-fang-shui:
the art of arranging yourself so my fangs aren't anywhere near your arteries when you finally come to the realization that you’ve superbly and supremely ticked me off.

I will not be held responsible, and reject all and any liability for my actions, if you ever-so-simply fail to notice my always undoubtably obvious fang-shui.

In this issue: Fangs, Feng-Shui, The Power of Positive Thinking.
Now posted: Unusual Missionary Style
Worth visiting: http://www.ehow.com/how_3776_feng-shui.html

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April 14, 2009

Switch, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 15

Wouldn’t it be great if the way to solve all problems was to simply find the right switch to flip?

University of Michigan recently came up with an interesting engagement program called “Power Down.” The theory behind the initiative was to remind people and have them commit to powering down all electrical appliances during non-work hours. Computers, monitors, faxes, printers are all good candidates for this. A pledge form was included in the information received to encourage employees to actively commit to helping the U spend less.

What sort of benefits would this simple act achieve? Well, less electrical use to start. That saves money. Long term, there’s wear and tear usage savings – prolonging the life of appliances and reducing replacement costs. Perhaps a few jobs could be saved as well, or maybe some of our increased benefit costs could be offset?

Although a great idea, my division ran into a small problem. Updates, fixes, and many reports are run in the evenings. A later email advised us not to turn off our computers, but agreed that we could still turn off our monitors, printers, etc. Something is better than nothing, right?

The point is, finding that one big switch is a utopian goal. It isn’t realistic to expect that one thing will change everything. What is realistic is making changes where possible.

Here’s another thought. While we’re powering down appliances, let’s power up our spirituality. Let’s connect to the real power source. Turn off your monitors; fire up prayers. Unplug your power strip, plug into the bible.

In this issue: Switches, Inner Light, Yoga
Now posted: Meeting GOD in the Street, and A Slidell Life Story
Worth visiting: http://yoga.about.com/od/beginningyoga/Beginning_Yoga_Practice.html

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April 07, 2009

Sunrise, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 14

“Watch the sun come up.”
Just another one of those silly tinfoil chocolate advisories.

Obviously, the sun comes up while I’ve got my eyes on the road and off the road watching for traffic and wayward critters. Once in a while, I notice some pretty hues.

A friend told me about a little girl with cancer who’s dream of going to Disney World was granted by the Make-A-Wish Foundation. Despite that generosity, it does not appear that she will be making that trip. As of last week, she had been placed on hospice. Talk got around to how we could make Disney come to her; perhaps a visit from Cinderella? A local costume company said, “Yes,” they had a princess costume, but “No” they would not donate its use.

Maybe in this economic climate they felt they could not afford to do so. Maybe they had been taken advantage of before. Maybe it wasn’t made clear enough that tomorrow one less little pair of eyes might not see the sun rise.
I know I’m sounding way too judgmental for a woman who has been lax about even paying attention to sunrises for quite some time now.

I also know that I am blessed to have the sweetest memory of Jeff’s voice every morning declaring, “The sun’s comin’ up on another beautiful day!” It didn’t really matter what the weather was, and it certainly didn’t matter what his pain level was. He truly found joy in just being able to see the sun rise up for one more day.

Tomorrow may never come again for this child, whose family will go on without her; saddened and changed, treasuring little gifts stored away as memories – which are the most precious things.

I pray that they will end up understanding, and end up as I am: peaceful that the suffering is over, not happy about the way things are, but ever more so able to appreciate the sunrise – knowing what it is really worth – and taking the time to do so.

The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning; Lamentations 3:22-23

In this issue: Make-A-Wish Foundation, Igloo Coolers, Life is Hard Work
Now posted: Shiny Yellow Locks, & Coolers; Slidell, LA, October 2008

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March 31, 2009

Newspaper, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 13

How do you get your news?

I don’t regularly watch general TV news. I’m only half awake in the morning while dressing to the local radio news. I only pick up newspapers once or twice a week, so the uproar over the latest reduction in home newspaper delivery doesn’t really affect my knowledge curve.

I read the newspapers because they are there at my convenience. I can pick one up at any time. I almost have to make an appointment with myself to get my news technologically – aka braving the internet. Unfortunately, once I’m on there, I tend to stray. I end up checking email, visiting Facebook friends, clicking through MyPoints, logging my Sparks info, viewing my bank balance, and checking if Sprint has credited me the $317.00 they owe me, yet. What was once 30 minutes of newspaper reading is now 2 hours of computer bogged time. Provided I don’t get sucked into challenging my computer to a game (or 2 or 3) of Scrabble while listening to my itunes collection in random shuffle…

Life really does come down to how we spend our time. And having some modicum of disciplined self-restraint, I suppose.

I Corinthians 7:29-31:
I do want to point out, friends that time is of the essence. There is no time to waste, so don't complicate your lives unnecessarily. Keep it simple - in marriage, grief, joy, whatever. Even in ordinary things- your daily routines of shopping, and so on. Deal as sparingly as possible with the things the world thrusts on you. This world as you see it is on its way out. (The Message Version.)

PS. I’m sure so many of the reason I love newspapers are obsolete anyway:
I’m really gonna miss making balloon piñatas, covering my art work space, Girl Scout sit-upons and campfire starters.

Check with your local animal shelter. Besides hamster habitats, birdie boudoirs and rabbit retreats, if they’ve been using donated newspapers to line puppy and kitten cages, they might be running short. Consider donating rather than recycling.

In this issue: Media impact on Newspapers, Washington Post Mensa Invitational,alternative news sources.

Now posted: Loaves, Fishes & Holy Water and Ruling/Leadership; Slidell, LA, October 2008

Worth visiting: http://www.newseum.org/todaysfrontpages/flash

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March 24, 2009

Equinox, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 12

ME Newsletter, Volume 2, Issue 12

Happy First Wednesday in Spring! (It officially began on 3/20 in case you're wondering.)

I remember the first time I heard the someone refer to something difficult as being "like trying to nail jello to a tree."

Seems that's the way everything's been going. Not only for me, but for the shop that replaced my windshield, the CT Scan tech who'd already had a tough morning by the time she saw me, and the overseer at last week's audit who agreed that we "have a huge problem."

Sticking to a plan and making things work has been just a bit more challenging than even I like, lately. I could use some good old-fashioned Knox gelatin to hold my life together. Or maybe some really good peanut butter….

Even in all the equinox chaos, I met another angel. This one's a long story, so I blogged it. Follow this link: http://mblog.lib.umich.edu/~jaselin/archives/2009/03/wrong_place.html#more

In this issue: Rose Markwood Knox, March is National Peanut Month, Equinox & UM research with "jello".
Now posted: Half Day & Third Round Tour, Slidell, LA, October 2008
Worth visiting: www.ilovepeanutbutter.com

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March 17, 2009

Gems, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 11

I’ve met a few angels recently, although your definition of angel may be different from mine.

For me, an angel is anyone I can get excited for, someone who inspires me, someone whose path I may cross for an instant, a short time, or sometimes repeatedly until I finally figure it out.

An angel is someone who leaves me feeling like I have just seen GOD in action; sometimes, easily recognized as warmth shared from the depths of radiant eyes and a true, open smile; sometimes, not immediately recognized as true, repetitive care.

Last year I was introduced to, and fell in love with, green amethysts. I really liked the cool feel and the weight of the stone, as well as the watery, light, and slightly-off green color. I already owned some antique and some newer traditional purple amethyst jewelry; some passed down from my grandmother and some purchased by me. So, the contrast intrigued me.

Angels and gems, how are they connected?
Both are rare, holding high value in such different ways.
Both change in appearance depending on how they are treated.
And, both showed up at the Southfield International Gem and Jewelry Show.
It’s been an enlightening, and colorful week.

"Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it." Hebrews 13:2

Now posted:
Semi, and Accomplishments, Slidell, LA, October 2008
Green Amethyst Angels, Faith, Current

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March 11, 2009

Peeps, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 10

Hey! It's been raining for 4 days here in Michigan, which means it is now officially Peeps season.
While it true that normally there is absolutely no correlation between the two, for me there is an exception:
Both, Peeps and too much rain, make me loopy.

Just in case you're not too sure what you're looking at, there is a simple, yet brilliant, explantion for the photos taken with my cell phone at my desk at work:

I made an exciting discovery!
Both, fresh and slightly stale Peeps, will float in warm cinnamon orange tea, thereby accomplishing two things at once -
cute and sweetened tea.

Perhaps now would be a good time to confess to caffeine and sugar overload?

PS. The cup has a sweet message, too. "Live Boldy, Take Risks, Make someone say what the heck was THAT all about?"
Thanks for being my “peeps”!

In this issue: History of the marshmallow, Peeps, Just Born Candy Company, Peeps on a Mission

Now published: Job Data, Monday Night Devotion, True Love & Peeps

worth checking into:
http://www.cookingforengineers.com - totally techie food stuffs
http://www.marshmallowpeeps.com - the official Just Born Peeps Site
http://www.peepresearch.org/surgery.html - surgical details of separating typically conjoined Peeps quintuplets

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March 03, 2009

Tea & Translucency, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 9

I had the blessed opportunity to share the pomp and circumstance of loose leaf tea and fine china with dear friends last weekend. Cinnamon Orange, of course, but decaf due to the company I knew I would be keeping. As it turned out, by the time the evening’s activities ended, tea hour settled upon us around 10:00 pm.

The fine china wasn’t my idea, but that of an enthusiastic parent. Still, passing dainty cups perched on seemingly delicate saucers to young ladies, ages 11, 13 and 16, made me nervous. I often forgo the fine china in favor of a standard variety household mug. Yes, out of fear of damage or spillage, and a bit out of laziness, not wanting to refill a smaller cup more often.

These cups, florals reflecting brightly in the translucent amber tea, changed the mood. Hurried, became settled. Fidgety became still – it’s hard to balance a tea cup and fidget! Pinkies were extended, styles compared.

Alice Walker said, “Tea to the English is really a picnic indoors.”

I’d liken our event to more of a campfire gathering. No TV, no Ipods, no cell phones, nothing other than a family circled in conversation and questions. “Are they really that old?” “Is that real gold on the rim?” When the tea was finished, the bottoms of saucers and cups were inspected for clues to their origin. Just as the spiced tea warmed our limbs, discussions and learning warmed our hearts.

What is the good of having beautiful things if we will not use them in comfort and often? What is the worse that could happen? A broken cup, a shattered saucer, would simply present a learning opportunity; about the strength of china, the fragility of life, the necessity of friendships, and the importance of pomp and circumstance.

"... I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me..." Matthew 25: 35-45

In this issue: Achieving Goals, Strength and Translucency, Bone China vs. Porcelain
Now published: Presence of a Cook, Slidell, LA October 2008

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February 24, 2009

Veiled, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 8

2/23/09 TUMC Lay Reader Doug Ketchum started out with: “It’s not just winter out there! It’s the season of epiphany!”
And ended with: “I ask you now, are you living in the Glory of GOD? Unveil your face.”

I have been living veiled. In fact, I have made an extreme effort to do so.
Withdrawal has been my temporary bandage; a small short bit of protection.
However, like any bandage left on too long, the fix becomes something different - a liability. It becomes part of the wound; impossible to remove without breaking open the skin it has so firmly attached itself to.

It’s debatable whether it is better to remove the bandage slowly to minimize damage, or quickly to minimize pain.
A few weeks ago, I let a few trusted friends peek under the flapping edges of my bandage – my personal veil.
I unveiled my true tear-stained face, previously reserved from everyone.
I asked for prayers, but not for help. I claimed no need for intervention.
And then I asked them to help me hold my veil in place. No need to share what you have seen or heard, I advised.
I don’t know if they obliged me or not, and I don’t really want to know either.

Because now, in this season of epiphany, I have realized that not only have I not been living in the Glory of GOD, I have not been living, at all. When I am asked how I am doing, I have prepared stock answers:
“I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing.” “Oh, you know… good days and bad days, just like everyone else.” “Just fine. How are you?"

Every once in a while, I let the day’s emotions overrule my need to veil. A little something sarcastic pops out, which usually draws a laugh.

But for me, those answers dangle on the edge of unveiling, as I’m silently asking, “Do you really want to know?”

jak

In this issue: Band Aids, Jewish Tradition of Unveiling, Achieving Goals by Conquering Fears.
Worth watching: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA
Worth listening to: Leonard Bernstein's Symphony No. 3, Kaddish, for Orchestra, 1963

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February 18, 2009

Fogged, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 7

When you’ve been on the same road for so long, you sort of expect that you know what to expect. You get used to feeling the dips and turns in the road. You know where to anticipate ice and blowing snow. You notice when someone plants a tree or adds a fence.

After 9 years of driving the same road, mostly 5 days a week, I expected to know where I was going. So, Wednesday morning’s fog was annoying, but I felt competent . Until, I had to pass up a usual turn. That’s when I ran into trouble. I wasn’t going too fast, it was just that I had a tailgater. Rather than be rear-ended by the short-sighted follower, I passed the turn and started looking for some place to turn around.

The fog got thicker. I wasn’t at all familiar the roads or the driveways past that turn. I couldn’t see them until I was right up on them. Again, because of the tailgater, I kept having to pass up opportunities. I decided to out smart the problem. I flipped on my blinker, and slowed to 5 mph. When I saw an opportunity to pull into a well-marked drive I took it. Yeah, it was about 3 minutes after I engaged the signal. Probably really annoyed the bumper hugger behind me, but at least we weren’t in danger.

Heading back was just as scary. Still not sure where I was, I woke up my copilot to ask for help. We both saw the four letter street sign at the same time. Still didn’t feel quite right, but I had already stopped expecting things to look the same in the cloud soup. We were back on track; at least I thought we were.

At a surprising stop sign, we found ourselves perpendicular to Moon Road. Ok, the good news was, we were back at Moon. The bad news was that by this time, I was completely disoriented. Left or Right? Left or Right? Finally, I took a van poll. Left.

Left turned out to be the right choice. Would I have sat there all day if I hadn’t asked for help? If I were alone, perhaps, I’d have sat a bit longer. But others were with me. Eventually, someone would have demanded that I pick a direction.

Pick a direction; pick a direction. Ok, ok. I get it. I’m supposed to pick a direction. I’m just not ready, yet. Suppose the one I choose is worse than where I’ve been standing still? Things can get worse, and it seems they have been, anyway. So, I know standing isn’t the right answer, either. It’d be ok with me if my life’s fog just rolled away leaving me a clear familiar path. But, I know that’s not likely, either.

"Look here, you people who say, 'Today or tomorrow we are going to such and such a town, stay there a year, and open up a profitable business.' How do you know what is going to happen tomorrow? For the length of your lives is as uncertain as the morning fog—now you see it; soon it is gone. What you ought to say is, 'If the Lord wants us to, we shall live and do this or that.' James 4:13-16, TLB

In this issue: Fog, Vision Loss, Achieving Goals, Books to Read
Now published: Lugging It, Slidell, LA, October 2008 & Valentine's Day, Humor, That's Random.

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February 09, 2009

Full Circle, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 6

Full Circle

So, it’s Monday morning, and I’m on the back-roads commute.
Not a full van this morning, only 5 of out 7, and 4 out of those 5 are asleep.
I’m not one of them. I’m driving and thinking and worrying and wondering.
Passing the first open farm field on Ridge something bright catches me off guard.
It’s a crisp full white moon floating in between darkly ghost-grey clouds.
I can’t see a single star, but there’s that moon clear as anything;
circled by a rainbow frame of the palest of red, orange, yellow,
and the subtlest greens and blues.
And, I realize, I’ve seen this before. But, never recognized it for what it was.
Full circle moon rainbows.
Now, I wonder what else I might have missed in my full circle spinning,
Knowing I need to take a step; any step, in any direction,
If I am going to move from this grey space
To a better heart place, and back amongst life’s circles
Continually reminded of the straightforward truth:
“I have set my rainbow in the cloud,
and it shall be a sign of the covenant
between Me and earth.”
Genesis 9:13

In this issue: Biblical Rainbows, Prisms
Now Published: Slidell, LA October 2008, You're IT & Humor, That's Rando, Social Toileting

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February 03, 2009

Snow Rainbow, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 5

I saw my very first snow rainbow! Sometimes, it pays to have to wait.
At first it was barely visible, peeking between clouds, the edge just inside the window frame of my dentist’s office chair.
I scooted down chair for a longer, better view and was treated to bigger, brightening hues.
Eventually, the clouds moved on and took my rainbow with them.

Yeah, it crossed my mind… you know, that saying? “It takes both the sun and the clouds to make a beautiful rainbow.”

Lately, I feel a bit like bad luck Schleprock, with clouds always following me around, right?

In any case, even if it seems that all I ever bring to the party is clouds, there is still a chance that someday, given the right circumstances, I’ll run into a bit of sun, and make a rainbow, too.

It’s always about the chemistry, isn’t it?

In this issue: Reducing Stress by Recording and Rewarding, Calcium & Vitamin D, Now Posted: Aldersgate Consecration & Toothsome

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January 27, 2009

Comfort Food, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 4

Comfort Food Season – anytime the temperature gets below 60 degrees, I believe comfort foods are in order. It’s been as low as 13 below this month, so I’m seeking comfort. Pizza is one of my favorites, but it’s not so nutritionally sound. I recently came up with another way to enjoy the taste of sausage and peppers that is a whole lot healthier. Derived from the wonderful Selin Cabbage Casserole I was served last weekend, I altered the recipe a bit to get my comfort cravings in there. The fresh vegetables let the missing winter nutrients sunshine in, too.

"Sausage" Cabbage Casserole
1 large head of cabbage, chopped into bite size pieces
1 large green pepper, seeded, diced
1/2 small bag of mini carrots, sliced
1/2 package Morningstar Farms Meal Starters “Sausage” Crumblers
2 ten ounce cans Campbell's Tomato Soup, straight from the can as is – do not add water

Crock Pot low, 3.5 - 4.0 hours, or oven 350 degrees, covered, one hour.

Estimated nutritional content per 1 cup serving: remember I’m not a scientist, just want to be one…
100 Calories, 7 grams of protein, 2 grams of fat, plus a decent amount of fiber, vitamins c, k, and a.

PS: Feel free to add an onion or two, and some diced tomatoes, if the mood hits you.
PSS: Just for the record, I also believe comfort foods are in order any time the temperature gets above 60 degrees.

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January 16, 2009

Thawing, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 3

I call it “thawing,” and it has nothing to do with winter.

It's the best term I could think of for my situation after reading an interesting, but not totally applicable, article titled, “Young, Fabulous, and Widowed.” Although it dealt mainly with young widows with young children, there were some interesting points made. The most important of which was this:

“Grief is like being frozen. You’re numb. The longer you’re numb, the more painful it will be when you start to defrost. [You] can’t stay frozen forever.”

So, in case you’re wondering what the changes are you’re seeing in me, I’m thawing.

I managed to stay frozen 2.3 years. I turned into what was referred to in the article as “a super widow.” I volunteered a lot, kept busy with classes, exercise, studies, symphonies, making cards and making garbage.

I think the thaw started, or the deep freeze ended, last October. I slowed down enough to look around, and I’m not too happy about where I’m at. Yeah, some things are different, and a little bit better. Minus 115 pounds, A1C of 6.1, no longer anemic, my hair is growing back. Losing another 40 pounds will complete that part of my lengthy list of physical goals.

I believe I’m making progress regarding what I have heard referred to as “widow’s mouth.” Apparently, it’s not that uncommon among long term caregivers of the seriously ill. Something has to give, and for most it seems to be taking care of ourselves. In my case, there was also anticipatory grief. I obviously succumbed to both, because by the time Jeff died, I had gained 150 pounds, become a septic diabetic, developed severe anemia, and was suffering from malnutrition. After a day of commuting 3 hours, working at my full time real job, trying to keep our retail store alive, and taking care of my husband, I would exhaustedly fall into bed without so much as brushing, never mind not flossing.

Working to restore my oral health is kind of like the final frontier of physical things that can be repaired.
Maybe, once that I’m over that hurdle, I can make some progress on feeling better emotionally.
I don’t know how long it will take me to completely thaw.
I'm just letting you know that the process has begun.
And it is painful.

jak

reference: Health4Women, December 2008/ January February 2009

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January 14, 2009

Buckshot Boots, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 2

It could only happen to me. I bought a pair of Sporto winter boots – the practical side of me finally admitting that I live in Michigan. Waterproof and lined, but also really sporty – printed in a delightful and very me pink, yellow and pea green paisley. I’ve been wearing them with thick socks - because I live in Michigan. Duh.

Well, we ventured out of our non-daylight work habitat today and actually went to a real sit down restaurant for soup and salad. Because it was above 30 degrees, I decided to be brave (aka lazy) and forgo the socks and just insert my stocking feet into my groovy boots. So, I’m walking along and I feel a weird lumpy sensation under my right foot. I'm thinking it must be the DSW red-sticker label that I never took out of the boot. Ok, that’s what laziness will get you. Whatever.

Back at the office, it’s off with the boots, on with the dress shoes. I decided to take out the offending sticker, and ended up with something I’ve never seen before. As I pealed the purposefully very sticky sticker off in tiny pieces, I piled them up on my desk. It took me until about the 3rd piece to understand what I was really looking at. I very much doubt this is the newest technology in theft reduction.

Here’s the thing. Someone had stuffed lead shot under the red-sticker label. Seriously, I recovered about 15 of the little bb’s, in all. Wow. I suspect that someone who thought they very clever wanted these boots, bad. I’m theorizing they either couldn’t afford them or they just wanted to wait for the 60% off reduction. I paid for them at 40% off, plus I had a ten dollar coupon. They were mine for $12.50.Yes, I’m proud of that. Not so proud of the 10 wearings before I noticed the inventive discouragement attempt, though. I think someone normal might have noticed that a little earlier. I guess it really doesn’t matter if you’re a shoe coveting genius, there’s always some dingbat out there who can mess with your good plan. So, the next time you try on a lumpy shoe at DSW, check for buckshot. You just might end up getting a dreamy pair of shoes, and thwarting a weird buckshot sticker stuffer.

The evidence is on my desk in a forensic envelope.
Feel free to come by and observe.
For those of you not lucky enough to be a local and enjoying the 20 inches of boot worthy accumulated snow this week, the photos will be posted on myspace shortly.

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January 07, 2009

Healthy Economics, ME News, Vol. 2, Issue 1

Well, I did it. I jumped on the health-wagon full speed ahead. It's not easy, and not always enjoyable.

Take January 29th for example. That's the day I am scheduled for both a mammogram and a dentist appointment. Why both on that same day? Economics. Keeping appointments usually requires me to drive myself from Adrian to Ann Arbor, instead of taking the MichiVan. That means having to buy gasoline. It also means time away from work, which translates into having to use vacation time. And then, there's the fun-factor. Might as well cram as much "pleasure" into one day as possible, right?

In the meantime, while I'm waiting for my super-fun-day, I re-created and revised my 2008 life-style tracking spreadsheet. (Also attached.) I recommitted to working out 35 minutes a day, 6 times a week. I redesigned my www.sparkpeople.com goals, and logged those in.

I also signed up for my MHealthy Assessment on February 25th. University of Michigan will add $100.00 to my paycheck for having a healthy check-up. Economics, again. I could drive myself into work, drive to the MD, wait forever which means taking vacation time, and pay a $15.00 co-pay fee, OR I could take the van into work, run across the street to the Briarwood Mall complex during lunch, and get paid $100.00. If you're a UM employee, you should sign up, too. www.MHealthy.umich.edu .

jak

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December 31, 2008

Formats, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 44

Happy New Year, a little early.

Last year at this time, I hadn’t even had the first thought about a newsletter format.

I had just begun my blog adventure, timidly, I might add. Last week I decided to print out a table of blog contents just to see what I had already covered. I guess I wasn’t paying too much attention, because I was surprised to see over 210 posts. I had forgotten some of the topics I wrote about, but then again I was a little alarmed at the ones I kept repeating.

Ok, so I have some serious commuter issues where other drivers are concerned.
Ok, so I still don’t have a clue what GOD’s plan is for me
Ok, so my poetry can be a bit morose. However, in my defense, it’s been that way since I learned how to write. That’s just how those thoughts come out.

Formats are interesting. Take this note for example. My computer is going berserk as I’m trying to write tonight. Every three or four words, the new words are showing up in between the old words. I must have hit some hot key I’m not aware of. If I didn’t correct it, this sentence would look like this: Anyone have any clue how to fix this? “ If I didn’t corretencect it, this sentewould look more like this. Ho?to fic thisw sa cyone have ane ha vfix th”

Maybe it’s my computer’s new year’s resolution to try something new.

Which leads me to this:
Newer isn’t always better, especially when old was working just fine.
So here’s to the old things about all of us that we love about each other.
And here’s to a new year of learning new things and learning new things about each other, too.

Blessings, jak

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December 24, 2008

Pre-New Year, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 43

Isn’t it interesting how there is always one week between Christmas and New Years where we are given the opportunity to recognize our second chance given by GOD and to create a list of ways we can better honor and serve HIM?

New Year’s Resolutions may seem to be mostly about us, but the underlying roots of our desires all lead back to being better people. Being a better person means mostly focusing outside ourselves, but first we need to take care of ourselves. Is it any wonder that most resolutions center around health issues, financial issues, family issues?

Enjoy your families and friends this week and next week as we celebrate new beginnings. Think about those you love and how you can best serve them. Then try to figure out how you can improve yourself in order to improve their lives. That’s the trick to building resolutions you can keep; higher goals.

Love, jak.

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December 16, 2008

Done & Not, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 42

Snow. Yeah, I said it again. I’m not going through this alone. If I’m gonna be weighted down with white stuff, you’re comin’ on that trip with me.

Now, on to lighter subjects….
Holiday shopping – done!
Snow boots – bought!
Holiday cards – started, but not done!
Baking – not even started!
Snow brush – not located. Dustpan brush works fine for now.
Car windows – repaired. Thanks to my brother and nephew, the driver’s side window no longer rolls down every time I start the car up, and the passenger side which had been repeatedly drowned with Mt. Dew by a husband-passenger prone to falling asleep with beverages in his hand, now also rolls back up instead of always being stuck down.
Proof of insurance certificate – in car. Thanks again to my familial mechanics for pointing out that little error on my part.
Garage – next home, for sure.
Customer Service Training – begun. Although, I already know exactly what not to do having recently had almost 6 hours experience on the phone with Sprint. Take my advice on this, upgrade your phone in person at a store – not online, not over the phone, never after midnight.
Cranky-meter – kinda high, but I’m about to work that out on the treadmill with Nickleback on my belligerent side.
Night – night. Love y’all.

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December 09, 2008

Crock Pot Wine, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 41

It's 1/2 way between Thanksgiving and Christmas, I'm looking for one of those grow-lights for humans. It's supposed to give us extra energy and relieve darkness-syndrome. Understand that it won't alter my dark-side sense of humor, but I might feel less like a nocturnal creature always coming and going in the dark. Plus, I might not look so pale-ghostly-goth-without-really-trying, either.

Speaking of energy, I've stuck a few ideas about how to conserve energy and increase energy in this week's newsletter. If you have any exciting or obvious ways that you use to make it through holiday season, please share.

I stopped at Pentamere Winery in Tecumseh last week, and picked up a few holiday presents. I also sampled a delightfully spice-mulled Michigan cherry crock-pot-warmed wine. Alas, I have no good reason to warm an entire crock-pot of wine... Well, on second thought, I'm pretty sure I do have plenty of good reasons to keep a crock-pot full of warm wine on my counter top. However, I'm trying not to confuse my priorities. It's either treadmill or warm wine, but definitely not both!

In the in between spirit! jak

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December 03, 2008

Leftovers, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 40

Well, thanks to my sister-in-law, I’m still celebrating Thanksgiving 2008. I got off way easy this year. My assignments were devilled eggs and fruit salad. The whole meal included turkey breast, smoked turkey breast, stuffing/dressing (depends on who you ask what it’s actually called), mashed potatoes, cranberries, devilled eggs, fruit salad, pumpkin pie, and oriental cabbage salad. (Hey, we’re not all traditionalists!)

Here’s the best leftover turkey recipe ever:

Amy’s Turkey Casserole
One large casserole dish layered with:
½ of the leftover mashed potatoes, turkey, gravy, stuffing, cranberry sauce, green bean casserole, rest of the leftover potatoes.
Cover with foil. Refrigerate until needed. Reheat in 350 degree oven until hot (about ½ hour). Maybe add some shredded cheese on top (that’s my idea!)

Make this casserole right at the table before you put anything away. Cuts way down on searching for storage containers, trying to jam them all into the fridge, and then having to clean them all out later. Best of all you get to re-live your complete Thanksgiving dinner a day later, with only one dish to clean up!

Or, in my case, you may still be enjoying it almost a week later. I think tomorrow night I might see the last of the turkey casserole that came home with me on turkey day. Such sadness.

jak

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November 26, 2008

Thanksgiving, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 39

There just isn’t enough space in the world to hold the list of all that I am thankful for.

It’s built up over the years, and is bigger than even I ever imagined it would be.

Of course you’ve got a place on that list! You’ve inspired me to keep sharing.

So thank you, for all you’ve ever done for me, or for anyone else.

Have you heard about Kindness Tokens? These metal tokens each contain a unique serial number and a history. Here’s how it works. You thank someone who has done you a kindness by giving them an imprinted coin and a business card that explains the project. You can then go on line and follow it’s trail – hopefully as it makes its way around the world!

I currently have a stash of 25 coins in my possession. If you would like a coin sent to you so that you can participate in the project, please email me your street or PO Box address, and I’ll send it on its way to you.

Thanks – and I mean that!

jak

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November 19, 2008

Snow, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 38

Snow. Well, I guess it’s gonna be a long winter if I don’t give up complaining about the stuff. But, buck-up and bear with me one more time, please. (Ooo! 2 winter nuisance animals in one sentence.)

It was beautiful coming down on Sunday morning; a bit like driving around inside a snow globe. It was even more beautiful when it stopped snowing, and the white stuff melted. The sun came out, and it was all gone by noon. That’s my kinda snow. Alas, residue!

This morning’s commute took two icy, unsalted, road hours. We went 30 miles an hour for 36 miles, not including long periods of stopping to accommodate tow trucks or Michiganders unfamiliar with the term “zipper merge.‿ Apologies if I’ve gone here before. I’m thinking I may have, but it’s really such a simple concept that it’s worth repeating.

All merge situations should be handled like a zipper. Go ahead, check out your zipper in action. I’ll wait.

See, it was worth it wasn’t it? If everyone alternates, there’s no confusion about who should go next, and things run more smoothly. Educate your family, friends, coworkers, club members, everyone. Save yourself some frustration, and maybe a life or two.

I only say these thing because I love you, and believe you have the power to change the world.

Blessings, jak

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November 12, 2008

Don't Veer, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 37

Well, friends, here we are two weeks from Thanksgiving, and one week past national and local elections.

Gas prices have dropped from $4.98 a gallon a few weeks ago to just $1.91 a gallon at Murphy Gas in Adrian tonight.

Food prices are taking a little longer to drop back down to what I consider reasonable. Being able to eat a healthy diet should not be a luxury in America.

It’s been my month for wildlife. Not only did a butt-shot raccoon chose my front yard to try lay himself to rest, but my neighborhood’s been skunked almost every night, sometimes twice a night. My van pool encountered our first unfortunate deer accident early Monday morning. Someone else took the hit, but we still had to maneuver around him as he flew toward us. Because you know me, and hopefully love me, you will understand this: As the van pool driver, I was watching him fly toward me in slow motion, legs kicking in mid-air, his buck-eyes eyes wide open. The deer actually “flew‿ about 150 feet . All I could think as he air- paddled toward me was, “Rudolph!‿ He landed pretty hard, took a few tumbles, and then got up and left the scene. The driver of the car was ok; windshield was totaled, though.

Be alert, and remember Michigan’s other state motto: “Don’t veer for deer.‿

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November 05, 2008

Election, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 36

Evenin’. Hope everyone made it to the polls today. I’m about to tune in and see where we’re at as far as our new leadership. What a history making election year. So many issues, and so many opinions. I heard a radio announcer say the other day that we’re officially in a “recession.‿ I wonder what makes it official? The percentage of folks without jobs, the number of home foreclosures, the price of gas dropping over $2.00 per gallon in less than a month?

Jeff just wouldn’t get too excited about politics. He was, however, a careful voter, doing his best to be informed about each national, state, and local candidate. Even so, I learned very early in our dating how he felt about the whole thing. “You know,‿ he said to me once. “It doesn’t really matter too much who wins the election tonight. The cows still gotta be milked in the morning.‿ You can pretty much apply that philosophy to anything: a football game, a dip in the stock market, or an argument. No matter what, for most of us, our day-to-day responsibilities will remain the same Wednesday morning. Still, it’s a remarkable privilege to be able to vote, and influence the state of our nation.

May our leadership be blessed with wisdom and true care for the people of this nation and the world, and may God bless us all.

jak

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October 29, 2008

Spittle, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 35

Spittle.

That’s what I call that stuff that was pelting me tonight, floating merrily around announcing that winter is coming, like it or not. A mixture of sleet, whitish snowy sort of stuff, and mini-mini pin size hail droppings, it’s not even really sure what it is. And it always seems to show up around the same time as that daylight savings time thing, which turns most of us into hibernating mushroom-people, coming and going in the dark, prepared not to see our neighbors for a few months. Or at least not recognize them when we do, for all the down-filled bundling, hats and ear muffs, gloves, scarves, and turtlenecks. You know, maybe next spring I’ll start studying my neighbors’ noses, so I won’t be left completely in the dark this time next year.

Yeah, I plead ignorance: I never realized there was actually a rule for when DST would occur. As far as I could tell, it changed every year and always seemed to surprise me. Although, I was aware that the official begin and end time of the DST season was changed a few years ago.

“Fall Back‿, everyone. Fondly,

jak

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October 22, 2008

Heat, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 34

Well, I flicked on the heat for the first time this year. It was ceremoniously sad, but my toes appreciated it. So did my fingers. I am no longer making it home with enough time to sit out on the porch in what’s left of daylight. I realize I live in Michigan, and should expect this sort of thing, but I don’t actually have to like it, do I?

Here’s another seemingly disconnected newsletter. Kermit, albuterol inhalers, using palm pilots to order hospital food, rhubarb cream pie, and ecologically & environmentally sound cleaner ideas. I challenge you to figure out the connection!

May you be blessed with as much sunshine as possible this week!

jak

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October 15, 2008

Indian Summer, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 33

Good morning!

It was nice to come home to a surprisingly warm Michigan Indian Summer. I was lovin’ Louisiana though, warm, breezy, a bit humid, but delightful. Nine days seemed like a long time to be away, until I found myself back in my real life. I could have used a few more days of ugly, sweaty, unfashionable clothing, and hard physical work. That stuff’s addictive. As is the joy of serving the LORD, watching scenarios unfold, and thanking HIM over and over for letting me be there.

Enjoy your week. Blessings.

jak

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October 08, 2008

From Slidell, ME News Vol 1, Issue 32

Ha! I’ve made some technological advances of which I am extremely proud. I connected to a WI-FI something or other to bring you this pretty tech-laden newsletter.

There are approximately 35 volunteers in our group/housing location this week, and about 150 volunteers in all in Slidell. It’s a slow time of year for volunteers: jobs, school, economics are all playing parts in that. Still, after three years of recovery work, the fact that 150 people showed up is pretty amazing. Within our group we have two teams: Get In The Car and STEM. (More about STEM next newsletter.) Within those two teams are representatives from California, Connecticut, Ohio, Michigan, Minnesota, New York, and Wisconsin.

Please check the website for updates: www.getinthecar.org

Love you!

jak

REDUX: Yup, midnight madness again… Here is the actual newsletter. Hope you found the info about Aldersgate interesting, too…

Good night, or good morning…

jak

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October 01, 2008

2 years, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 31

Evenin’.

Is it just me or do Wednesdays seem to come around faster now?

I’m off again at the end of the week for Louisiana. We’ll be returning to Slidell, where there is still work to be done. Can you believe it is three years after Hurricane Katrina and there are still roofs that need repair? Homes that need drywall? People who need help and healing?

Can you believe that tomorrow will be two years since Jeff has been gone? As many of you know, I am not happy about the situation. But I am peaceful now, in ways that cannot readily be described in a few words or a million words. I know how he suffered, I know how he loved, and I know that he did not want any of us to see him weaken. He wanted us all to have the brilliant memory of his laugh, his quick and frequent smile, and the knowledge that his heart was big enough to hold everyone, and still does.

Much love.

PS. You might get a newsletter next week from Louisiana, but then again you might not…. Guess we’ll both be surprised to see how that turns out.

jak

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September 24, 2008

Carrots, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 30

I was drinking my strawberry Dannon Activa, and belatedly decided to look over the ingredient list. Of course with my food allergies, I should always read the ingredients first, but never mind that. Although not a problem, I did find an interesting thing listed on there: black carrot juice.

So, my little finger tips went off on one of their keyboard Google treks, and the results are to be found within this month’s ME Newsletter.

PS. If Bugs Bunny had known about this, his famous tag–line might have ended up being, “What’s up with that, Doc?"

jak

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September 23, 2008

Skow's, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 29

Picked up 6 quarts of raspberries from Skow’s Organic Farm today. I order every year, and freeze then for enjoyment later, while eating the ones that get away of course. Skow’s on Ogden Highway in Adrian is an awesome place. Completely organic and yummy, and often huge produce. They pick or your pick..

Mr. Skow helped us out a lot when we opened up the Michigan Hot Sauce Club. Jeff would run by there in the evenings and he would sell us all his leftovers from the day. Tomatoes, onions, peppers, corn, fresh garlic, honey. We made some pretty awesome salsa and pickled green beans with dill and garlic, which he of course got to share in. Once we shucked, de-cobbed and canned over 82 ears of corn in one day. Some with peppers, some without. It was a very Green-Acres-eque experience for me. Didn’t know too much about shuckin’ or cannin’ corn when I started, but I’m a semi-pro at it now. That was one of those nights when our neighbors just shook their heads at what those wacky Kortes were up to sittin’ in the driveway shuckin’ corn by the moonlight. Most of them appreciated the fresh canned corn in the winter, though.

If you’re wanting raspberries, call Mr. Skow this week. The season is pretty short. 517-263-5579 9:00 am – 5:00 pm only please. Anyway, I expect my fingers will be raspberry red for a few more days. Buy from your local farmer, and enjoy the harvest!

jak

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September 17, 2008

DRTs, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 28

Evenin’, everyone.

Another interesting week in our world, huh? I didn’t catch the name as I drove by this evening , but another PFC, this time from Battle Creek, made the DOT board this morning. Prayers for the family of this soldier, please.

What about Galveston? No doubt Galveston is in need. And there are people there helping. The American Red Cross mobilized volunteers to be in place before Ike hit . One of my co-workers received an email from another coworker deployed last week by the Red Cross first to Orlando, and then moved along to Texas. She said it’s not so bad sleeping with 150 other volunteers, and that they’re going through a lot of hand sanitizer. Prayers for these volunteers too, please.

Disaster Response teams are different from long term recovery teams. They are also referred to as “First Responders." These are trained specialists: fire fighters, social workers, nurses, clergy, electricians, doctors, loggers, heavy equipment operators. The first jobs involve restoring power and water, making sure buildings are safe, and moving large debris so other repair work can begin. Maybe someday I’ll have enough experience and bravery to join that elite group, but for now I’m secured to my role in long term recovery. Heart and soul.

Love ya. Be safe. jak.

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September 10, 2008

With Sprinkles, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 27

The breezes are a little brisker; the waters a little choppier; the apples just a little bit sweeter.
I’m thinking a fall festival tour is in order. Too early for leaves, yet, but that’s ok.
I vote for chore procrastination, and wanderlust indulgence.
And maybe one more summer ice cream cone, with sprinkles.

jak

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August 27, 2008

Diaper Bobbing, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 26

Who knew? End of summer fever is a real thing.

So there I was, on Lake Geneva, drifting around in a pontoon boat with family and friends. The water looked so inviting, but I had forgotten my bathing suit back in Lansing. I’d been introduced to “Diaper Bobbing" over the 4th of July weekend, but wasn’t quite sure about it at the time. Another opportunity arose. No bathing suit, probably the last weekend of lake time for me, and encouragement from an 8 year old made for a dilemma. Ok, then. Empty pockets, take off shoes, put on life jacket…. jump in. Fully clothed. Bob around, do water-somersaults, and show my nephew that I really can do a flip-dive. Afterwards, run through Meijer’s semi-dry, in search of new underwear, shirt and shorts. Laugh at myself, and know that we made some good memories. Can’t wait to see those pictures!

jak

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August 20, 2008

Seasons, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 25

I noticed this morning that it was still dark outside as I left for the commute to work. Uh, oh. It’s almost fall in Michigan.

Ok, that’s a bit exaggerated. Still the early morning darkness makes me wonder where my favorite season has gone. We’ve just a few more lake days, a few more barbeques, and a couple more weeks of porch dwelling to enjoy. The peaches are perfect right off the tree, and almost daily new zucchini seem to multiply on the kitchen counter at work. I’m enjoying the sunny, breezy early evenings, and know I’ll miss them in a few weeks. So, I’ll enjoy them now, savor the winding down, and move peacefully into my second favorite season.

Enjoy the seasons of life, as they are the seasonings that bless us with variety and hope.

jak

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August 13, 2008

Still Wednesday, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 24

How about that? Technically, it’s still Wednesday, folks ….

Even so, that’s hard for me to believe. When moving across time zones, and moving across life patterns, spatial reality isn’t always in my grasp.
Neither is a good night’s sleep, usually. But last night was an exception I am happy for. Eight hours of uninterrupted sleep is delightfully at fault for the delay in this week’s newsletter. It’s already too late to repeat that scenario tonight. I’m thinkin’ I might be able to log in about 7 hours of sleep tonight, if I log off right now. So good night. Happy Wednesday!

jak

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August 06, 2008

Flood Water, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 23

Dear Friends,

Wednesday’s come around again, and here it is:

So, I’m feeling a bit like a hummingbird these days.
Backwards, forwards, going in circles; and now I’ve added flitting about, swooping in, and not really catching my own reflection as I fly by.

On rather short notice (for me) I’m off to Fond-Du-Lac, Wisconsin tomorrow morning with a Get In The Car team to aid in flood recovery. At approximately 7 driving hours from my pick-up point, depending on road-breaks, etc., our group of 10 emergency response and long-term recovery volunteers should arrive at our destination by early evening.

From August 6 through August 10, I may or may or may not have access to email. However, my cell phone will be on from 6:00 am - 11:00 pm every day.

Of course, if I am standing ankle deep in Wisconsin water, wearing respirator head gear, goggles, blue mucking boots, and have neoprene gloves duct-taped to the arms of my full-body, protective suit, I may not be able to answer your call right away!

Please leave a voice mail or text message for me or the entire team. Prayers welcome, too.
(517) 442-8899

jak

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July 30, 2008

Answers, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 22

Good Wednesday Morning, all!

I’ve been raising questions lately that I would like answered:
How do I find more time?
Move or stay put?
Should I work for love of a job or for money?
Is our economy ever going to recover?

The more time I spend looking for answers, the further away I get from finding them. I’ve laid out all the research for myself, and stored up some suggestions to try. I like to have the facts so I can recognize GOD’s plan when it is revealed. Surely, somewhere in all this data, there is a message trying to get through. I do believe it will be revealed, and even as I reluctantly wait. In the meantime, I’m open to suggestions and ideas. How are you keeping yourself in the light and inspired?

If we will wait on our rewards with diligence and strength, and they will be that much sweeter when they arrive. Blessings.

jak

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July 23, 2008

Over Mailed, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 21+

Hey, folks.

Apparently 4:30 am isn’t the best time to send large emails. Something went awry at the internet provider level. I think the technical terminology used when I inquired was that “the system burped.��?

Most folks reported getting somewhere between 24-29 copies. The winner of the most copies received was… JB in Florida. She received 55 copies.

I promise, next time around there will be more content, and less repetition.

jak

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Not, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue21

“Sorry. Not this week.��?

That was the email notice I was tempted to send you all this time around.

However, my commitment-minded conscience wouldn’t let me rest on that idea. So, I mustered up enough brain power to see what tidbits I might have stored up in my “ideas to be used someday��? file. I came across an inspirational I received by email not long ago, and it changed my downward perspective a bit.

It’s simple enough and strong enough to stand on its own.
They’re not my ideas or words. I’m just passing them along to you.
I hope you follow the thread, and then follow through.

Love, peace and blessings.

jak

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July 16, 2008

Something Good, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 20

Good Day!

I’m predicting today will be a great day because something good happens every day… we just have to be sure we notice it.

And then, we should write it down somewhere, so we can pull it back out when we’re having one of those “just can’t find something good about today" days. Whether it’s wearing a favorite shirt, the price of gas going down a nickel, or the birth of a baby, we can build a personal book of joy.

If it made you happy, keep that memory safe. Make note of the good things. You’re all on my list of great things today.

Peace and blessings.

jak

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July 09, 2008

Packing Peanuts, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 19

Good morning, and Happy Mid-Week! Hope you had a wonderful holiday weekend. Michigan had great weather, lots of fun, and lots of snack foods. Luckily there was also swimming, hiking, and the Michigan State University Club to work all those yummy treats off….

Besides your ME Newsletter this week, I’ve attached a fun, easy and inexpensive summer science project. It’s a recipe for making your own biodegradable packing peanuts from corn. I found it on a kid’s classroom science site. They’re better for the environment than Styrofoam because they quickly dissolve in water, and create less landfill. They also have no static cling, which means they are safe to use for shipping electronics. Isn’t technology grand?

Have a safe and blessed week.

jak

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July 02, 2008

Fireworks, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 18

Good evening!

It’s 10:00 pm on the 1st of July. Already the fireworks are starting to show up in the Adrian air. I look forward to the 4th of July for many reasons. It was always a family holiday. Sometimes we were camping, other times we were at home with sparklers and friends. Fireworks are a complicated art. The medium (firecrackers) have to be just right. As does the wind, the humidity, cloud height, and bird flight patterns.

Some of the best fireworks I’ve ever seen were from the roof of Lenox Hill Hospital in my New York City neighborhood. As we stood gazing toward South Street Seaport, my mother narrated each burst with delightful information. “Blue is the hardest color to sustain in fireworks. Chrysanthemum formations are different from Cascades.��? But what really sparked my mom was that she had learned that these fireworks were going to hold something special that had never been done before. Sure enough, there it was right before the finale: A double, red, intertwined, sustained heart lit the night sky above the river in an awesome glow. I think this was also the year they managed a blue five point star within a white circle.

One of the silliest, and most fun, fireworks events I’ve enjoyed occurred at the Wilson County Fairgrounds in Tennessee. My friend humorously referred to this location as the “scene of the shrapnel fall-out.��? Things were going along fine until the clouds came down low, and the projected winds reversed themselves. Ooos and aaahh quickly turned to Ohs! and Ows! as we were unexpectedly pelted with burnt ashes and bits of firework remnants. I now know first-hand what a deployed fireworks smells, looks and feels like as it floats, or in this case, plummets to the ground, into your hair, onto your vehicle, or just completely dusts your clothes with ashes.

Hope your Fourth of July is thoroughly enjoyed as you pursue your own independent happiness-es.

jak

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June 25, 2008

SparksPeople, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 17

We’re winding down June, and here comes July!

Hope you had the chance to check out www.sparkspeople.com . The year is only half over, so there is still time for that healthy or thrifty New Year’s Resolution to become a reality.

Here’s a tip to help out on both: Flavored water is expensive, and I don't care for plain water. My solution? Add 1/4 to 1/2 cup diet juice to your water bottle before you fill it up. I like Ocean Spray Diet White Cranberry Peach or Cran-Raspberry. It adds just a little flavor, plus you get the benefit of cranberry juice, as well as some Vitamin C, too. Don't forget to enter the juice on your SparksPeople Nutrition Tracker. Enjoy!

jak

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June 18, 2008

Purpose of Lightening, Vol. 1, Issue 16

Congratulations to all 58 ME Members!
You’ve made it to another mid-week Wednesday, and therefore will be treated to more knowledge and love: from me to you.

I’ve found an exciting new way for us to communicate, support, motivate and share knowledge as a team on-line. Hope you’ll check that out and let me know what you think of the idea.

Most forces of nature have a purpose. Rain waters crops, winds pollinate plants… does anyone know what the purpose of lightening is?

Have a sparky and blessed week.

jak

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June 11, 2008

Scientist, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 15

Good morning!

I finally figured out that if I attach the newsletter before writing the “howdy" note to y’all, there’d be a better chance of me not having to send 2 emails every week. Sometimes I do believe I should have been a rocket scientist.

Actually, I did want to be a scientist of sorts. While most of my friends were busy dreaming of being actresses or veterinarians, I wanted to be a scientific journalist. That’s someone who translates scientific data into understandable everyday language for magazines such as Scientific American and Discovery. Two decades ago that was a very small, very specific field. Now there are so many more publications dedicated to sciences, and even some great ones for kids. I love that scientific knowledge is so easily accessible to all!

Have a great week, and may GOD bless you with knowledge!

jak

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June 04, 2008

Landlocked, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 14

Evenin’.

I love the sound of distant thundershowers in Michigan. They remind me of the way the Atlantic Ocean sounds on summer nights. I know Michiganders don’t consider themselves landlocked, but I do. There are lots of pretty, placid lakes, and of course the Great Lakes, but I still miss the sea.

Anyway, it’s a nice night tonight; cool breezes are blowing softly, rain pitter patters and thunder rolls. I’ve noticed Michigan also has a lot of geese. It’s the “perfect weather" state for ducks, and waterproof tape....

jak

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May 28, 2008

Piles, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 13

Good morning! (again.. forgot to attach the newsletter.)

My Memorial Day Weekend ended up consisting of three piles. Garbage, Goodwill, and Resale.

A friend helped me weed through the closet full of clothes in the bedroom. We started out focusing on Jeff’s side, and then ended up moving over to my side. I tried on nearly every piece of clothing I had, and most of them were just too big to keep. That’s one of those good news/bad news things. I did find 4 pairs of pants that are the next size down, so that’s my next goal.

I’m thinking I might try to organize every day of my life into something like those three piles.
Garbage – stuff I don’t need to keep with me for another day.
Goodwill – things I can do to make others happier.
Re-do – things that I can do better tomorrow.

Well, look at that. I’ve added another list to my life! Have a blessed and safe week.

jak

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May 21, 2008

Faster, ME News, Vol.1 Issue 12

Greetings! Somehow, it’s Wednesday again. Growing up, my parents frequently mentioned that time went faster as you got older. Got it!

Another fallen Michigan soldier’s name showed up on the Adrian DOT signboard this week. They have my admiration and respect for doing that. It lets me know that someone out there needs a prayer now! It also reminds me that every day that I am given the chance to say a prayer for a soldier or their family, it is a blessing for me, as well.

As we head into Memorial Day weekend, please set aside a few moments to acknowledge the brave Americans who have kept us, and are still keeping us, free.

Blessings and continued freedom,

jak

(PS. Some of you were so “there��? for with me this week during the great Squeeze-Crisis of 2008: I thank you for the support. I am now safely out of crisis mode. I’m still standing on my soapbox, though. So, pardon the repetition, and just enjoy the ride, again.)

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May 14, 2008

Adversity, ME News, Vol. 1. Issue 11

Welcome to this Wednesday’s ME Newsletter!

I’ve had a lot of people asking me how, why, and when I find the time to do this thing. So, I thought I’d address that this go-round. It makes the meat of the newsletter a little lean, but guess what? In doing so, I managed to get a new perspective on my current place, re-evaluate some of my feelings, and learn a little something about myself. Thanks again for somehow turning the tables on me!

Adversity is an interesting thing. I’d never really thought to define my life as one of adversity, but apparently it has been. Actually, all of our lives have been wrought with adversity, and will probably continue to be. From all the reading I’ve done on the phenomenon , it appears that without adversity none of us would have any character!

I also found a near unending supply of fascinating quotes on the subject. In addition to your ME Newsletter, I’m sending you my “Adversity" poster of quotes. I’ve got my personal copy pinned up at home. I might just plant one on my office door, as well.

Wishing you a week of blessings and sunshine!

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May 07, 2008

Summer Hours, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 10

Evenin’.

Boy, am I happy that summer hours are in affect on campus. It means getting up earlier, but it also means getting home earlier, less traffic, and more time to do stuff around the house. It’s amazing home much more I can get accomplished is just one extra ½ hour a day.

Even more amazing is the chance to enjoy dusk out on the porch. Makes me feel like I’ve taken a short vacation every evening.

Have a wonderfully blessed week.

jak

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April 30, 2008

Greener, ME News, Vol. 1, Issue 9

Good morning, everyone.

Feels like we’re back to winter, but at least we’ve had some gorgeous sunshine. I guess, we’re all going to have to accept that it’s too early to wear our shorts and favorite sneakers outside on our mushy lawns, just yet. That just gives us a little more garden-planning time.

I know Earth Day and Earth Week were both last week, but we can still keep the eco-aware momentum going. As the earth in our area becomes greener and we’re gifted with the beautiful colors of spring, let’s remember to give our planet some respect and love, too. Recycling saves!

Have a wonderful week. Blessings always.

jak

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