Random Stories

Apr. 9, 2019
On this chilly spring morning I let the glorious sun kiss my face as I gaze upon the softest green buds of my lilac bushes doing the same. My senses awaken to a melody of sounds that caress me. Feet bare, I feel the cool earth beneath me. A symphony of birds rejoice...such jubilation! A soft hoo hoo coo of another bird preludes a train whistle in the distance.This bothers me not. For I bask, yes bask in an appreciative glow that reaches my soul. A dog barks and I smile, expressing gratitude for these simple pleasures. Why you may ask? Gratitude... Yes...

I'm reflective with a perspective..

In the last week I have spent days in a hospital and in a nursing home/rehabilitation center with my mother.

I make no judgments...I will just say that I see a lack of joy, hope or promise in the faces of many...

I know that the people do the best that can....maybe I just need to look a little bit closer...or take some wild flowers this spring and pass them around...#tsht

For now...I look into their eyes and smile...smile with my eyes...eye to eye, reaching their soul....hoping to touch a place within them to know that they matter...

Thoughts for the day....

Be well, my friends, love, jonnie dee
#tsht #touchsomeoneshearttoday

 

Jan. 11, 2019

A really cool story, if you have a moment to read.

I've always been captivated by near death experience stories. While casually speaking with Fred, he mentioned the brain mass that should have taken him from this earth, not once, but twice. I will do my best to remember and share the events as he shared with me.

A brain mass is a very scary thing. The doctor operated and removed the mass, only for it to return in just a few 6 months. The doctor told Fred that with the mass growing back so quickly, that he may only have about six month to live.

During Fred's second surgery he died, floating above his body as he approached the warm inviting white light. He told me that he seen heaven and heard the birds singing. It wasn't his time yet, because he was back in his body and alive again.

Becky, the nurse that Fred declares was an angel, patted his hand and said “Fred, you are going to be alright and live your best life.” Fred went on to tell me that she looks a little bit like me, Jonnie Dee, and that she had the white flowing hair like I do.

Fred’s wife, Patty, took Fred home with a bag full of medicine. He had to learn to walk again. It was not easy. He fell many times and kept getting up and trying again. Although he would not tell you to do it, he threw away that bag of medicine, figuring if he only had six months to live, he wasn't going to live it doped up.

Fred experienced many seizures and life was not an easy path, but he did not give up. They found the seizures to be the result of high cholesterol and nothing to do with his brain masses. Fred was still “kicking and alive” after the six months and his doctor was amazed.

Fred told his doctor that it was because he threw away his bag of medicines and he also shared his experience of Becky, the earth angel. The doctor said, “Oh, yes, I remember Becky, but she isn’t here anymore.”

Fred just smiled and the doctor shook his head about it all. “Let’s see about all of what you said, Fred, and if you are still alive in a year.”

Repeating those same words a year later and then five years from then. It's been well over 20 years for Fred. As fate would have it, his beloved wife, Patty, had some health issues with masses in her brain. After a several year battle and a large mass that would not take an operation well, Patty decided to not have the operation.

Fred asked her, “Honey, what is on your bucket list?”

He asked her if she wanted a new car, a vacation or cruise? Her requests were simple. Her home faced a field and the sun rose in the East. She asked for the porch to be finished and made nice so that she could sit on the porch overlooking her gazebo and viewing the field, making it easier for her to sit outside while people visited her. She also wanted a friend to come and sing her a song. Appropriately, the song is “Never give up.”

Sometime later, Fred and Patty sat quietly on the porch overlooking the field and Patty exclaimed “Fred, do you see the four beautiful angels in the field? They are wonderful and the wings are so large.”

Fred didn't see them, but he told Patty that he did. He remembered his near death experience with the white light and the glimpse of heaven and he knew that Patty did, indeed, see the angels. Soon after, she returned home so she passed away in her sleep.

I sat in the kitchen chair, listening to Fred's recounting of his stories. I couldn't help but let the tears run down my checks. I was in the hospital myself just last week with a scare. Divine providence, synchronicity, God’s hand or whatever you may call it, is what happened to me in this visit.

I needed to hear Fred's story. The resounding message in this chance encounter was the “never give up.” The message came through from Fred, his lovely wife and their battles.

Fred is now living life. A few of his family members are questioning his choices in life lately, saying that a man of his age shouldn’t do this or do that. Should a person have to follow the societal rules of what a person has to do after the age of 60? I should hope not.

If you aren’t hurting anyone and you’ve been given the living life lessons, then live them. So often we do not do want makes our heart soar. Fred was told many times to quit and just give up when he was falling because his brain wasn’t working correctly. He followed his heart, never gave up, had faith in himself and in the words of his earth angel.

Live your best life. Thanks, Fred for sharing your story with me. I think that it will #tsht (touch someone's heart today)

With love, Jonnie Dee Ps. I am not using their real names, however, I wanted to share the story. I may have forgotten a few things or don’t have it completely as he shared it, but I did my best.

Jul. 8, 2018

Self love can be a challenge! The "Queen" is#teaching me self love & that I am beautiful. I shudder when I am out in the field taking a close up picture of one of herbs, only to notice that I have taken a selfie of myself.

I don't often take pictures of myself because I often harshly judge my flaws. Taking the accidental selfies and herbs are helping me on the whole "self love" issue. 
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Queen Anne's Lace is beautiful. She is not one of the fancy flowers, but beautiful in the most simplistic of ways. She is often in a bouquet for a wedding...how cool is that for the field weed to grace the brides bouqet?
I see beauty in each one in each of her stages. I am working on seeing my beauty at all stages of life.
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Unkept hair, no makeup and unpolished nails. I think I still have the childhood stigma of when I was a red haired, freckled face tomboy and the boys asked for my friend's phone numbers. Well anyway, back to the post at hand. Herbs are helping me with self love. I share this picture with you and say that she makes a great jelly and her flowers eaten in a salad. Her fruit can spice up Rum...that's new to me today. See, the Queen, like me, has qualities that are not always known to all. 
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Be well, my friends and thank you for indulging me, jonnie dee #tsht #touchsomeoneshearttoday

Apr. 29, 2018

REVERENCE~ I love the word reverence. It means deep respect and to hold in high regard for a person, place or thing. I speak today how I dispose of "spent or used herbs."

My children and grandchildren have often questioned me as to why I won't throw the used herbs in the trash. I was taught a long time ago to have reverence and respect for that which serves me. In today's age, respect and reverence seems to have fallen off the wagon and left on the wayside. 

I share with my grandchildren that reverence and respect are important in our lives. Even so with the herbs. They will decompose and give back to the earth so that it can recycle and give back to us again in the way of rich soil. Our Maker made an amazing ecosystem.

Silly, it may seem, but I have a hard time imagining the herbs in a land fill with a metal toaster, a plastic cup and such. So for what it is worth, I share with you my thoughts of how I dispose of my herbs. I often put them in a compost, behind or in the middle of a bush or along the fence line. 

I wish for you today, health and happiness. Be well, jonnie dee :) #tsht