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    <title>Mother&apos;s day, the second year. </title>
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    <modified>2012-05-13T14:46:29Z</modified>
    <issued>2012-05-13T09:46:29-06:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.jengray.com,2012://2.1436</id>
    <created>2012-05-13T14:46:29Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"> i didn&apos;t think i could miss you any more than i already do... but i miss you more now than ever before. there are so many things i want to talk with you about, and i so wish i...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>jen</name>
      
      <email>treewind@aol.com</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>grief</dc:subject>
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<p><b>i didn't think i could miss you any more than i already do...</p>

<p>but i miss you more now than ever before. </p>

<p>there are so many things i want to talk with you about, <br />
and i so wish i could hear your voice.</p>

<p>i know i was lucky to have you for 44 years, <br />
but i wanted you for 20 more. </p>

<p>actually, i would do anything for just one more day with you. </p>

<p>they say that heaven must have needed an angel, <br />
but you belong to us, and we need you more than heaven. <br />
heaven has enough already. </p>

<p>(still... i am so glad you no longer have to feel so sick.) </p>

<p>i miss you... </p>

<p>you were the best Mom, <br />
the only one for me.</p>

<p>and i love you forever.</p>

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  <entry>
    <title>randomness . . .</title>
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    <modified>2012-05-11T20:23:50Z</modified>
    <issued>2012-05-11T15:23:50-06:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.jengray.com,2012://2.1434</id>
    <created>2012-05-11T20:23:50Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"> junk drawer items, iphone. So proud of Maya Stein, her big adventure and the New York Times taking notice! (nice juggling by Amy Tingle) I put together a little slideshow of a very special place, one that I cannot...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>jen</name>
      
      <email>treewind@aol.com</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>fun</dc:subject>
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junk drawer items, iphone.</p>

<p><b>So proud of <a href ="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/05/12/nyregion/with-typewriter-in-tow-cyclist-maya-stein-nurtures-creativity.html?_r=2">Maya Stein,</a> her big adventure and the New York Times taking notice!  (nice juggling by Amy Tingle)</p>

<p>I put together a little slideshow of a very special place, <br />
one that I cannot wait to go to. Take a peek at beautiful <a href="http://www.squamartworkshops.com/meet-me-at-the-villa">Morro d'Oro</a></p>

<p>So loving my new <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63749271/arm-warmer-top">arm warmer top</a> from one of my favorite designers. </p>

<p>Learn how to <a href ="https://vimeo.com/29605182">peel a head of garlic</a> in less than 10 seconds. </p>

<p>In case you were wondering about <a href= "https://vimeo.com/34015492">glitter and shiny stuff</a>.</p>

<p>Remembering <a href = "http://rhythmofthehome.com/archives/summer-2010/mud-pie-kitchen/">mud pies</a></p>

<p>Have a good weekend folks. </p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>things that make me happy. </title>
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    <modified>2012-05-02T12:19:13Z</modified>
    <issued>2012-05-02T07:19:13-06:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.jengray.com,2012://2.1433</id>
    <created>2012-05-02T12:19:13Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"> In one more month I&apos;ll be HERE! So happy I will soon be seeing one of my favorite friends! * Photo ofThea Coughlin by Bella Cirovic I can&apos;t believe I have a job that takes me to places like...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>jen</name>
      
      <email>treewind@aol.com</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>goodness</dc:subject>
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      <![CDATA[<p><b><img alt="Bag16.jpg" src="http://www.jengray.com/archives/Bag16.jpg" width="600" height="374" border="0" /><br />
<i>In one more month I'll be <a href = "http://squamartworkshops.com">HERE!</a><br />
<img alt="Thea13.jpg" src="http://www.jengray.com/archives/Thea13.jpg" width="600" height="400" border="0" /><br />
So happy I will soon be seeing one of my favorite friends! *<i> Photo of<a href = "http://www.theacoughlin.com/">Thea Coughlin</a>  <br />
by <a href= "http://www.shetoldstories.com/">Bella Cirovic</a><i/></p>

<p><img alt="5z.jpg" src="http://www.jengray.com/archives/5z.jpg" width="600" height="394" border="0" /><br />
I can't believe I have a <a href = "http://www.squamartworkshops.com/">job</a> that takes me to places like <a href = "http://www.squamartworkshops.com/squam-italia">this</a><br />
*<i>photo by <a href= "http://www.squamartworkshops.com/staff">Elizabeth</a> </i></p>

<p><img alt="7118927283_cab2fed59a_z.jpg" src="http://www.jengray.com/archives/7118927283_cab2fed59a_z.jpg" width="547" height="640" border="0" /><br />
So proud of my friend and  <a href="http://mayamade.blogspot.com/p/my-book.html">her new book!</a>  </p>

<p><img alt="nw4.jpg" src="http://www.jengray.com/archives/nw4.jpg" width="500" height="684" border="0" /><br />
and I'm just thrilled that mammoth sized ferns border our yard....</p>

<p>What is making you smile these days?....<br />
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  <entry>
    <title>Love is the Answer</title>
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    <modified>2012-04-17T16:58:43Z</modified>
    <issued>2012-04-17T11:58:43-06:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.jengray.com,2012://2.1430</id>
    <created>2012-04-17T16:58:43Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"> fern heart. &quot;And when you feel afraid, Love one another. When you&apos;ve lost your way, Love one another. And when you&apos;re all alone, Love one another. And when you&apos;re far from home, Love one another. And when you&apos;re down...</summary>
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      <name>jen</name>
      
      <email>treewind@aol.com</email>
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    <dc:subject>goodness</dc:subject>
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fern heart. </p>

<p><b><i>"And when you feel afraid,<br />
Love one another.</p>

<p>When you've lost your way,<br />
Love one another.</p>

<p>And when you're all alone,<br />
Love one another.</p>

<p>And when you're far from home,<br />
Love one another.</p>

<p>And when you're down and out,<br />
Love one another.</p>

<p>And when your hopes run out,<br />
Love one another.</p>

<p>And when you need a friend,<br />
Love one another.</p>

<p>And when you're near the end,<br />
Love.</p>

<p>We've got to love.</p>

<p>We've got to love one another."<i/><b/><br />
 <br />
(Love is the Answer ~ England Dan and John Ford Coley)<br />
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  <entry>
    <title>expectations. </title>
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    <modified>2012-04-12T19:55:20Z</modified>
    <issued>2012-04-12T14:55:20-06:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.jengray.com,2012://2.1429</id>
    <created>2012-04-12T19:55:20Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"> expecting. Even though I know better, I still do it. I often expect people to respond and to react the same way I would in a situation. As if my way is the right way. Even though I know...</summary>
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      <name>jen</name>
      
      <email>treewind@aol.com</email>
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expecting. </p>

<p><b>Even though I know better, I still do it. </p>

<p>I often expect people to respond and to react the same way I would in a situation. </p>

<p>As if my way is the <i>right way.</i></p>

<p>Even though I know we all have different ideas of truth, <br />
Even though I know we come with different perspectives and feelings, <br />
Even though I know we can never really know a person's full story, <br />
Even though I know we were all raised differently,<br />
and even though I have been wrong so many times ~ </p>

<p>I still have a part of me that carries that kind of judgment. And<br />
this way of thinking only leads to more negativity. It engages my Ego, and makes me feel crappy.  </p>

<p>It is so important to me to have a heart that is free from judgment. <br />
Even though I  consider myself to be very open-minded, understanding, and liberal in my beliefs, judgment still lurks within. Even though I may not voice it, <br />
it still exists and I do not like it. Not one bit. </p>

<p>Just today I was so annoyed with someone because I thought <i>they</i> were being so totally judgmental. I made all kinds of assumptions about this person, pegging them for being a negative, close minded, angry, jealous, mean person.  <br />
Until I realized, and humbly so, that now I was being the offender. </p>

<p>I was judging them by thinking they were judgmental.  Argh! </p>

<p>I have made it my practice to try and whisper a prayer when I find myself carrying judgment. Because after all, there is nothing like praying for someone that takes the edge off, but more importantly, returns me to a place of love. </p>

<p>And this is where I want to be, and this is where I want to stay...</p>

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<p></p>

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  <entry>
    <title>something beautiful.  .  .</title>
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    <modified>2012-04-02T02:10:29Z</modified>
    <issued>2012-04-01T21:10:29-06:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.jengray.com,2012://2.1426</id>
    <created>2012-04-02T02:10:29Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"> may the grace of God be with you always in your heart may you know the truth inside you from the start may you find the strength to know that you are a part of something beautiful... Alexi Murdoch...</summary>
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      <name>jen</name>
      
      <email>treewind@aol.com</email>
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<p><b>may the grace of God be with you always in your heart<br />
may you know the truth inside you from the start<br />
may you find the strength to know that you are <br />
a part of something beautiful... <br />
<i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfJAh6hrCzw&feature=related">Alexi Murdoch</a> : Something Beautiful</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>little bits...</title>
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    <modified>2012-03-30T19:49:57Z</modified>
    <issued>2012-03-30T14:49:57-06:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.jengray.com,2012://2.1425</id>
    <created>2012-03-30T19:49:57Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"> a favorite scene that I used to reenact with my little brother the perfect spring bag from Skinny Laminx did i tell you I&apos;ve taken up the jaw harp? i owe it all to him i just love this...</summary>
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      <name>jen</name>
      
      <email>treewind@aol.com</email>
    </author>
    
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<p><b>a favorite <a href= "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=blVZ3KiLR_g&feature=related">scene</a> that I used to reenact with my little brother</p>

<p>the perfect spring bag from <a href= http://www.etsy.com/shop/skinnylaminx?section_id=6185616">Skinny Laminx</a></p>

<p>did i tell you I've taken up the <a href="http://www.squamartworkshops.com/meet-me-at-the-dock--it-s-good-to-try-new-things">jaw harp?</a> <br />
i owe it all to <a href= "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5xOnrzxLrs">him</a> </p>

<p>i just love <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpKMg7cXM1Q">this song</a> </p>

<p>and i just love that my <a href="http://mysoulcandance.blogspot.com/">friend</a> came for a visit. <br />
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  <entry>
    <title>mysterious grace....</title>
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    <modified>2012-03-14T01:25:53Z</modified>
    <issued>2012-03-13T20:25:53-06:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.jengray.com,2012://2.1424</id>
    <created>2012-03-14T01:25:53Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"> *from Alena&apos;s poetry prints this dear, sweet print was done by the beautiful Alena Hennessy.... I do not understand the mystery of grace only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found...</summary>
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      <name>jen</name>
      
      <email>treewind@aol.com</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>perspective</dc:subject>
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*from <a href = "http://www.squamartworkshops.com/store">Alena's poetry prints</a></p>

<p><br />
<b>this dear, sweet  <a href = "http://www.squamartworkshops.com/store">print</a> was done by the beautiful <a href = "http://abundantwildlife.typepad.com/alenahennessy">Alena Hennessy</a>....</p>

<p><i>I do not understand the mystery of grace only that it meets us where we are<br />
but does not leave us where it found us..</i><br />
~ anne lamott</p>

<p>I went for a long walk today.... and of course, that always brings me to a place of soulful thinking... And I was wondering about my life, and I was trying to figure out how I got to where I am today, and how is it that good things have happened to me in spite of all the hard times...and am i grateful enough? <br />
and if I don't treasure every moment, every single thing, will it all be taken away? (Yes. I can go dark like that... )</p>

<p>And then I started to look at all the beauty surrounding me in that moment :<br />
the fields, the blue sky, the songs of the blackbirds and the cranes and the frogs, <br />
the sights of new growth, a feeling of belonging ~ and to what I wasn't so sure ~ but a feeling that <br />
somehow, <br />
someway,<br />
everything was okay... </p>

<p>How do I explain this? <br />
Only by realizing that a mysterious grace lingers around us all the time. And all I really have to do is be willing to let it all in.... </p>

<p>I know it's hard sometimes, <br />
but I promise you it is always there...</p>

<p>xo <br />
jen</p>

<p></p>

<p> <br />
*and yes, this print is still available <a href = "http://www.squamartworkshops.com/store">HERE</a>*</p>

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  <entry>
    <title>making good. </title>
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    <modified>2012-02-17T22:04:52Z</modified>
    <issued>2012-02-17T16:04:52-06:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.jengray.com,2012://2.1422</id>
    <created>2012-02-17T22:04:52Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"> Michelle Michelle is a friend who keeps me in check about making sure I&apos;m getting my dose of daily good. She knows that one way I refuel is by walking the fields by my house. So when Im getting...</summary>
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      <name>jen</name>
      
      <email>treewind@aol.com</email>
    </author>
    
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<a href="http://blissfullthinking.com/">Michelle</a></p>

<p><b>Michelle is a friend who keeps me in check about making sure I'm getting my dose of daily good. She knows that one way I refuel is by walking the fields by my house. So when Im getting cranky she will often say to me, "jen, have you gone to the field today?" A gentle reminder for me to take care of myself. </p>

<p>It's so simple to give yourself some goodness. And it's so worth it. <br />
 <br />
But no one can do this for you. You have to make the time, you have to make the plans. <br />
(maybe something like <a href="http://www.squamartworkshops.com">this</a>) :)</p>

<p>You have to know what is good for you. </p>

<p>define it. spell it out. <br />
figure out what fills you up. <br />
know what "does it" for you. </p>

<p>If we don't find ways to refuel ourselves, <br />
we are being irresponsible. </p>

<p>YOU have to be a priority to YOU.</p>

<p>There is nothing selfish about it. </p>

<p>Build regular goodness into your life. </p>

<p>You will be much better for having done so. <br />
(as will the people around you.) </p>

<p>You deserve good. <br />
You deserve a thousand continuous delights...</p>

<p>*Thank you Michelle for being one of the goods in my life. </p>

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  <entry>
    <title>everything...  .</title>
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    <modified>2012-02-08T01:48:52Z</modified>
    <issued>2012-02-07T19:48:52-06:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.jengray.com,2012://2.1421</id>
    <created>2012-02-08T01:48:52Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"> field friend. &quot; When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.&quot; - John Muir...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>jen</name>
      
      <email>treewind@aol.com</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>perspective</dc:subject>
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field friend.</p>

<p><B></i>" When we try to pick out anything by itself, <br />
we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe."<br />
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  <entry>
    <title>new star in heaven tonight...</title>
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    <modified>2012-01-30T00:07:56Z</modified>
    <issued>2012-01-29T18:07:56-06:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.jengray.com,2012://2.1418</id>
    <created>2012-01-30T00:07:56Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">Today my dear friend&apos;s Mother passed away. It&apos;s such a mixed bag of feeling peace because her Mom is finally free from the madness of confusion and pain she had been suffering with for so long, and the true sadness...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>jen</name>
      
      <email>treewind@aol.com</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>grief</dc:subject>
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      <![CDATA[<p><b>Today my dear friend's Mother passed away.  </p>

<p>It's such a mixed bag of feeling peace because her Mom is finally free from the madness of confusion and pain she had been suffering with for so long,  <br />
and the true sadness of loss and heartache that death brings. </p>

<p>One thing my friend can be sure of, she was <i>truly</i> there for her Mom. <br />
She took such good care of her mom, above and beyond what I think most people can even fathom. She gave everything she had to make sure her Mom's last journey was the best that it could be. The moment her Mom became ill, she stopped her life and dedicated herself with all her might to help her. </p>

<p>I had the gift of seeing her engaged with her Mom..... So gentle, so patient, so connected, so loving and so in touch with her heart. . Even when her Mom was confused as to where she was or what was happening to her, my friend could always calm her down.  Even at the times when she wasn't mentally sure who was standing before her, tmy friend  would be able to find her Mom and soothe her with the familiar kind of love that only exists between a mother and daughter. My friend knew the way of getting through the fog and reaching her. </p>

<p>I watched as she sang to her, massaged her stiff bones, and listened to her, really listened.  She bathed her, helped dress her, and feed her. She brushed her little curls, read to her, and surrounded her with beauty. She fought for her and for her medical care which was a hell in and of itself. She got her to the doctor appointments and through surgery and through horrible moments of terror that only dementia can cause. She wrote down her thoughts and poems, she made her room beautiful and cozy...She knew how to join her mom wherever her mom was traveling in her mind.  I cannot say enough of about the fearless love I witnessed. </p>

<p>Tomorrow begins a new story. A story I have had to learn to navigate through myself.  The story of life without the physical presence of her Mom. It's a tough road, but I know she will find her way through. And I know her friends and loved ones will be with her along the way. I know I will be, as she was there for me. </p>

<p>If you could take a moment to whisper a prayer in her direction, I would be so grateful. </p>

<p></p>

<p><i>"You will lose someone you can’t live without,<br />
and your heart will be badly broken, <br />
and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp." </i><br />
— Anne Lamott<br />
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  <entry>
    <title>friday .  have a good one. </title>
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    <modified>2012-01-27T23:45:17Z</modified>
    <issued>2012-01-27T17:45:17-06:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.jengray.com,2012://2.1417</id>
    <created>2012-01-27T23:45:17Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"> photo by my Dad, long ago.. this video makes me so happy... i like the way Lucas celebrated his birthday. coloringhelps everything. did you remember this toy? It still makes me quite nervous. share a snapshot of your weekend......</summary>
    <author>
      <name>jen</name>
      
      <email>treewind@aol.com</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>fun</dc:subject>
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      <![CDATA[<p><img alt="winterscape.jpg" src="http://www.jengray.com/archives/winterscape.jpg" width="600" height="412" border="0" /> <br />
photo by my Dad, long ago..</p>

<p><b>this <a href= "http://youtu.be/duBN7YZyIwU">video</a> makes me so happy...</p>

<p>i like the way <a href="http://vimeo.com/28878406?utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=referral">Lucas</a> celebrated his birthday.</p>

<p><a href="http://honestlywtf.com/video/lets-colour-project/">coloring</a>helps everything.  </p>

<p>did you remember this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLCq7N9GcNs&feature=related">toy?</a>  It still makes me quite nervous. </p>

<p>share a <a href="http://www.squamartworkshops.com/meet-me-at-the-dock---weekend-snapshot-">snapshot</a> of your weekend...</p>

<p>what's your <a href="http://unicorn.namegeneratorfun.com/">unicorn name</a> via <a href= "http://www.susannahconway.com/">the friend that really needs to move here.</a></p>

<p><a href="http://vimeo.com/31423684">something</a> I really want to do..</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>gratitude journal gift...</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jengray.com/archives/001414.html" />
    <modified>2012-01-23T15:12:01Z</modified>
    <issued>2012-01-23T09:12:01-06:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.jengray.com,2012://2.1414</id>
    <created>2012-01-23T15:12:01Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">A perfect little gift for yourself, or a friend, creating a practice of gratefulness.... “gratitude can transform&amp;#8232; common days into Thanksgivings, &amp;#8232;turn routine jobs into joy&amp;#8232; and change ordinary opportunitites&amp;#8232;into blessings.” ~william arthur ward This gratitude journal is designed to...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>jen</name>
      
      <email>treewind@aol.com</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>fun</dc:subject>
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      <![CDATA[<p>A perfect little gift for yourself, or a friend, creating a practice of gratefulness....</p>

<p><img alt="MG_1904.jpg" src="http://www.jengray.com/archives/MG_1904.jpg" width="500" height="333" border="0" /></p>

<p><img alt="MG_1919.jpg" src="http://www.jengray.com/archives/MG_1919.jpg" width="500" height="333" border</p>

<p><img alt="MG_1910.jpg" src="http://www.jengray.com/archives/MG_1910.jpg" width="500" height="333" border="0" /></p>

<p><img alt="MG_1909.jpg" src="http://www.jengray.com/archives/MG_1909.jpg" width="500" height="333" border="0" /></p>

<p><img alt="MG_1905.jpg" src="http://www.jengray.com/archives/MG_1905.jpg" width="500" height="333" border="0" /></p>

<p><b>“gratitude can transform&#8232; common days into Thanksgivings,<br />
&#8232;turn routine jobs into joy&#8232; <br />
and change ordinary opportunitites&#8232;into blessings.”<br />
~william arthur ward</p>

<p>This gratitude journal is designed to last throughout the year. Each day there is a place to write five things you are grateful for.<br />
Professionally printed on 60lb cream paper, the gratitude journal is 5&#8243;w x 8&#8243;h. It is a soft-bound book that feels much like a paperback novel. The inside page features the above quote from William Arthur Ward. </p>

<p>There are three options for you to choose from, each features an original photograph by <a href= "http://www.afmwords.blogspot.com/">Amy Gretchen</a> on the cover. You can choose between the beach fence, the mushrooms, and the spider web. Or, perhaps you will want one of each as they are beautiful gifts. Also, these are timeless as they do not have the year imprinted on them; the days of each month are simply numbered.  You can find these beautiful journals in the <a href= "http://www.squamartworkshops.com/store">Squam online store</a>.</p>

<p>*A few things to keep in mind:</p>

<p><i>Orders must be received on or before January 31, 2012.<i/></p>

<p><i>These journals are exclusive to squam, which makes them one-of-a-kind collectibles, but this also means that they will not be available again.<i/></p>

<p>We are HAPPY to ship internationally, please contact Michelle directly for details & rates: michelle@squamartworkshops.com</p>

<p>Shipping and handling: Journals are made to order, and will begin to arrive in mid-February.</p>

<p></p>

<p>:) </p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>here and there. </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jengray.com/archives/001410.html" />
    <modified>2012-01-17T02:01:45Z</modified>
    <issued>2012-01-16T20:01:45-06:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.jengray.com,2012://2.1410</id>
    <created>2012-01-17T02:01:45Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"> *digging this flim. *listening to one of my favorites *thinking these journals would make a nifty gift. *really honored to be a part of this *thought you should know there&apos;s a sale going on. *wondering if you know every...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>jen</name>
      
      <email>treewind@aol.com</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>fun</dc:subject>
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<p>*digging <a href= "http://vimeo.com/24158845">this flim</a>.</p>

<p>*listening to one of my <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyxAfkjKOyM&feature=related">favorites</a></p>

<p>*thinking these <a href="http://www.squamartworkshops.com/store">journals</a> would make a nifty gift.</p>

<p>*really honored to be a part of <a href="http://www.soulfullphoto.com/">this</a></p>

<p>*thought you should know there's a <a href=http://orangyporangy.com/sale.html">sale</a> going on. </p>

<p>*wondering if you know <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwJaDK02CAk&feature=related">every word</a> too</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>through the fire...</title>
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    <modified>2012-01-11T04:10:50Z</modified>
    <issued>2012-01-10T22:10:50-06:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.jengray.com,2012://2.1406</id>
    <created>2012-01-11T04:10:50Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"> It goes without saying that my Mother&apos;s death has affected my life in ways I never imagined, not necessarily good or bad, its just that I know I will never, ever be the same. Death does that to you....</summary>
    <author>
      <name>jen</name>
      
      <email>treewind@aol.com</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>grief</dc:subject>
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<p><b>It goes without saying that my Mother's death has affected my life in ways I never imagined, not necessarily good or bad, its just that I know I will never, ever be the same. Death does that to you. </p>

<p>I have a couple close friends that are in the process of losing a parent. I know each friend will need to deal and cope in the best way they know how. It is my hope I can be there for them in whatever way they need the most.</p>

<p>When my Mom first became sick, I did not want to discuss it with anyone. I felt like if I were to put words to what was happening it would make her illness even more real. I was in shock and disbelief and in some ways I still am.  It was only when I was finally able to catch my breath, that I told a few close friends what was going on. Some people need to really talk and have lots of people surrounding them in a time of crisis.  </p>

<p>It was not that way for me. Talking to others was really hard. I wanted to keep my feelings within our family, or with the doctors.  I felt like I could "control" all the intensity better by keeping it this way. I know this may not make sense to some, but there is no "making sense" when someone you love is dying. You never know how you will react (or how the people around you will react) when this reality knocks on your door. And if something appears to be giving you the feeling of control, you hold onto that with a very tight grip. </p>

<p>There came a definite point when I knew Mom was not going to make it. And from that moment on, nothing. else. mattered.      nothing. </p>

<p>Some of the people in my life truly understood the way I needed to be. These friends gave me the space and time I needed to find my way through. (I am forever grateful for their understanding.) They were the ones I always knew were there no matter what. These were the friends who I didn't have to say a word to and they still got it. They were the ones who put zero expectations on me.</p>

<p>I will never forget the one friend who said to me (and knows me so well), <br />
<i>"Jen, I know you can't talk about your Mom right now, but I am always here and always thinking of you. And you do not have to worry about taking care of me or anyone else right now. Just take care of you and your Mom, do what you need to do."  </i>    </p>

<p>Those words were some of the most appreciated words spoken to me during that time. I will never forget that moment and how much it meant to me...</p>

<p>There were also those who truly did not understand. I think they personalized why I wasn't sharing more about what was going on, or were hurt from my sudden absence from their life. I know some people feel scared when you are no longer in the role you are usually in. I can't blame them for feeling their feelings but at the time I considered their behavior incredibly selfish and I had zero tolerance for it.  </p>

<p>The bottom line was that I had to preserve every single ounce of what was left within me for my Mom and my family. If someone couldn't understand that, or was "hurt" because their needs weren't at the forefront of my mind, I couldn't worry about it. </p>

<p>I am seeing things a lot differently now,... people aren't perfect and my friends have good hearts, some just aren't capable in dealing with this kind of thing.<br />
I typically don't like it when people say, "You can't understand until you have been through it" but in many ways, this is true. </p>

<p>There were also people who were just so freaked out by what was happening, that the only way they could manage was to was to step away for awhile. I wish they wouldn't feel guilty for this because to be honest, I was totally okay with it. The last thing I needed was to have to coach someone through their own fears about loss while I was struggling so terribly. </p>

<p>And then there were those earth angels... The people I had never met, or hardly knew, who reached out with such tender care.  Their love came out of nowhere, and it was one of  the dearest gifts. (I was blessed with many of these angels. . .)</p>

<p>Maybe you are in the middle of loss and grief right now. I know some days the weight feels unbearable. I hope you are doing whatever it is you need to do. I hope you have people in your life that you feel supported by. I hope that you know there is no wrong or right way in grief. And I hope love is surrounding you. I hope you have earth angels. </p>

<p>Maybe you are the friend of someone who is going through the loss of a loved one. I know it can be so hard and so exhausting, and you may not know what to do. But your support matters so very much.  It's okay to ask what your friend needs, but understand, they may not know. (and their needs may change.) </p>

<p>Just try to honor the space they are in even if it doesn't make sense to you. Curb your expectations and understand that the way you deal with things may not be the right way for them. Your friend is more than likely running on fumes, their brain is fried, their very core has been shaken, and their heart is really banged up. So Just be gentle.  </p>

<p>and remember that you can't go wrong with love... </p>

<p>...the best answer of what to do always rests in love.  . . </p>

<p>Peace to you..<br />
j</p>]]>
      
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