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- the best part
  
  Posted at 9:10 pm by jengarynewadventures, on May 28, 2019
  The best was removed because of continuos or repeated ways of not treating the best part in the best possible way.
  
  Filing my dreams…
  
  She saw this as her arms tried to pull her free. They were so weak now, useless, only there to hang at her sides. The thick stems in the bush were not just tangled/ They were not just filled with large unforgiving thorns. They were full of strong sap.
  
  She remembered her once strong legs. If her arms did not work anymore, then she would push so hard with her legs to free herself. Her toes dug in to her shoes. Her knees felt the weight as they groaned and complained. Her muscles were deflated. Her hips were pained.
  
  A sob escaped as her body said no. Please stay here stuck in this thing. She did not want to wallow here in despair. She wanted to start over and walk around the trap on her path that held her tight.
  
  If she got free, she would do better. She would be kinder, spend more time with family and friends. She would smile and laugh more. She promised to pray and worry less. She would do better than better. She would rebuild her best part, she would put up a fight. She would do her very best. Her very best in the best possible of ways.
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  Posted in On My Mind | 0 Comments | Tagged best, better, kind, negative, positive, prayer, starting over, Strong, traps, weak
- When We Look Through the Clouds
  
  Posted at 4:49 pm by jengarynewadventures, on May 28, 2019
  The rainbow hovered low over their home. Large clouds had been pushing it down from the sky for miles. Drying her hands on her long skirt, she stepped on to the warm terra cotta tiles.
  
  She tried to follow the colors through the backyard. Past birds, benches, flowers and pots, blooms on their vines that covered the fence. She pushed gently through the gate. Greens, purples, yellow, orange, and reds splayed up the barn. Curving hard straight up to the clouds.
  
  She walked out in the field, wildflowers reaching and brushing her thighs. Running her palm across their warm tops, she raised her hand to shield her eye.
  
  The sun shone down in several golden rays. She traveled on to the hill before town, and this is where she looked down. Her feet were bare in such a hurry to see the fine displays.
  
  This is where they would walk, hand in hand, each morning, each night. To stand on worn tall grass, to hear childrens’ laughter. They might talk while they watched them play. Their smiles needed, no cares at all.
  
  Then she felt his warm hand on her shoulder. She asked how he knew where she went? He said he needed to hold her. He looked through the clouds. He thought he saw rainbows and on the hill he saw her stand.
  
  They walked home. The clouds and the rainbows had melt on the stone. The stars dwelt high in the sky. They sat on the lawn and watched them twinkle and mingle.
  
  Dawn came upon the garden with a pardon of dew. When they looked on this day, old clouds had gone. New clouds took them away.
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  Posted in On My Mind | 0 Comments | Tagged Encourage, growing old, home, love, marriage, New Beginnings, Promises, strength, to hold, Troubles, vows
- Sweet (Corn) Memory
  
  Posted at 5:32 pm by jengarynewadventures, on May 22, 2019
  Last night, my husband and I, took my parents out…
  
  This past week was full of tears and family and sweet memories. My mother-in-law passed away. Standing by her kitchen table, looking out to the screened-in patio and her yard, I thought of corn-on-the-cob. She loved when the corn was ready for eating. Indiana Sweet Corn.
  
  I remember from as early as 4 years old, my parents coming home with bushels of corn. It was gorgeous and ready for shucking. They would sit outside in lawn chairs or card-table chairs and shuck. I helped, even if I only got 4 or 5 done, I tried my best. I loved to pull back the husk to see if a worm was fat and happy, chewing away.
  
  The stove would have a big boiling pot of water. My mom would be lifting the cobs out with little metal tongs (I wish I had a pair) (Memories) laying the corn to cool. Then the electric knife would start up. I loved that sound and still do. It meant corn was falling off the cob, laying there beautifully. Then the corn was placed in bags and put in our huge freezer chest in the garage. But, that night we ate fresh corn-on-the-cob and big slices of tomatoes!
  
  To the first sentence about us taking my parents out. We all needed to talk and laugh. We wanted to just love on them. Getting older is a given. It is not easy to adjust to changes, but it is easy to remember fond memories filled with love. We want to keep making sweet memories.
  
  I thought it was fitting that this morning I opened up one of my mom’s old recipe books.
  
  The Vegetables Cookbook A Southern Living Book 1975 and only one page had a piece of paper to hold its place:Page 112 with corn recipes!
  We love our great big wonderful family full of love and memories! And I love having a special memory and then being reminded several times about it and in different ways.
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- Family Portrait
  
  Posted at 2:27 pm by jengarynewadventures, on May 21, 2019
  
  Seated in green moss, growing,
  
  tiny finger tips touch.
  
  Mother is on a limb,
  
  seated above.
  
  Her dress spread all around,
  
  such is her love.
  
  Father is seen, tossing his child,
  
  from his knee,
  
  since he came across the grounds.
  
  His family is being painted with ease,
  
  for father’s day, as they all play together,
  
  among the trees.
  
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- We Miss You
  
  Posted at 5:50 pm by jengarynewadventures, on May 20, 2019
  Just when you think the tears are dried, a song, or a gentle smile, brings back a sweet memory.
  
  1936-2019
  
  23rd Psalm
  
  We miss a strong woman who fought skin cancer so hard to be able to enjoy life with her family. She was a wife, mom,sister,sister-in-law,mom-in-law,daughter,aunt, and friend who laughed, played, loved life, family, and friends to the fullest. She loved the Lord, personal prayer time, and daily reading her bible. We will all miss hearing her voice on the phone. Her cute ways of talking and her beautiful smile. Her laughter fill the air.
  
  Joy fills our hearts knowing she was taken to heaven. She walks with family and feels no pain.
  
  We miss you.
  
  We love you so.
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- Find me
  
  Posted at 4:25 pm by jengarynewadventures, on May 8, 2019
  Filing my dreams:
  
  Silent and deep, no sound, no thoughts. Softness wraps around as she sleeps.
  
  Yellowed background, this photo in my mind. In a flash, look quick, it will not last.
  
  If I could draw, my eye would sketch, through milky film, and how he was dressed. Generations before, a young fella, not in my years.
  
  I must stop this rhyme, I feel like I am running out of time.
  
  Toe-head perhaps, deep-set dark eyes, striped shirt on a lean frame, light trousers cinched with a string.
  
  Not knowing who he was, I got lost in those eyes. They pulled me in, then woke me with a start.
  
  Sitting straight up in bed, not knowing him and where to begin. I am curious how this search will end.
  
  I will. I promise.
  
  He asked in my dream.
  
  Find me.
  
  how could he be found
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- In My Sky
  
  Posted at 9:30 pm by jengarynewadventures, on May 6, 2019
  Filing my dreams:
  
  Why couldn’t I look up longer in my dream, where shiny and color assorted balloons floated in my sky? It was so relaxing, taking a moment.
  
  Walking barefoot from warm sand to a nice new sidewalk, I followed a happy little trail of baby turtles. Determinedly, marching forward, never looking back. Nor, side to side.
  
  Noticing after their march, followed a slightly larger turtle. Why did I pick him up, even just for a moment? He tried to follow me to my door. Why couldn’t he go back to their trail. Had I ruined this special destination?
  
  So distraught, I sought help inside. People were sitting down, all around. If they would just take a moment. Could they just answer, please? They never spoke, never looking my way.
  
  Might I go back and look up in my sky? See the mixture of happy balloons floating by?
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