Saturday, September 24, 2011

Finding room

Recently I took a vacation from Facebook.  It's turning out to be a long vacation.  From being a total timewaster to also thinking I'm 'connecting' to people I realized that more of my time was spent there rather than face to face or phone calls.   Now with google plus and the revamp of Facebook it seems there are more bugs aka changes to get over, meaning the learning curve keeps getting curvier, i.e. more time spent on the web.  The digital age keeps bringing more and more technology but how much of it is really helpful?  Yes, Facebook is a great way to connect but it also brings a new problem of communication dysfunction.  A comment can be misconstrued moreso that what someone actually says in person.  And a message can be completely taken wrong, leaving the person on the receiving end to think one thing while the sender believed to be saying another.   What's the common denominator in these scenarios?  My vacation continues...

Friday, September 16, 2011

A new blog

Cheers to finding my space and deciding upon a url.  Yes, it was a decision.  For one, why?  After multiple email addresses, business start ups, websites, user names, etc I decided to make things mine by literally putting my name on it.  Calling it mine and having my name on it to me means there's no mistaking who this belongs to or who is providing content.  Secondly, I am tired of checking old addresses or explaining what certain things mean or meant.  Jennie O Six is my name, period.  So onward we go. 

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Old poetry 2005

Last night the women got together
The women got together to share
To share about their experience,
strength, and hope.
Experiencing a life that is not always happy
Having the strength to reach for another day
And the hope to experience another day.
And the women prayed for the one who was not there
The one who needed their experience, strength and hope
but was lost.
And they prayed to the universe for the lost one
as the stars shined brightly in the clear night sky.
They say miracles are just coincidences,
strung together by tiny pearls of collective wishful thinking.
But if you were there with the women you would know
that on that very night there were no coincedences.

Monday, September 5, 2011

On Living

Once I was small, born
pushed into this world
and someone cared for me
fed, changed, clothed
made sure I was warm
loved the best that they could
until I was able to do it myself.

First moving
fingers, hands, seeing
then the many movements
wobble, then small steps
until run, leap, turn
all in the many ways to live this life.

Frustrated at how time can stand still,
change things, and leave some things the same.
Waiting for or with or yearning for something to happen now or yesterday,
not realizing how lucky we are to just be here at all.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Mt. Baker

This is my picture, we're up at Mt. Baker in Whatcom County, WA.  You're looking down at a glacier stream.  I spent a few hours with my dear friends carefully traversing over snow pack that was melting, but not enough to open the rest of the area before winter's approach.  We got to experience the quick weather changes, it went from really cold to warm in a matter of minutes.  We carefully went to one of the many waterfalls that were carrying the melting snow pack to the streams and rivers below.  And that crisp mountain air filled my lungs and gave my heart a little boost.  I love snow.