A Real Relief

I am so happy, to be feeling happy,
It is a real relief, to feel relief:
This is a gift, and if it stays steady, 
It's sure to save everyone a ton of grief. 

The quatrain above was written right after Mass 6 days ago. Overall, my mood has stayed steady and positive (THANK YOU, JESUS!). Even some things that have worried me haven’t had too much of an impact on my overall mood.

I’d been distraught over my birthday, but it’s actually been a great one (it’s today 😊πŸ₯³). Here’s a silly little poem I wrote this morning:

Soon after Strawberry Moon,
A new year's begun:
I've gone around the sun!


Fun fact: I also have a twin brother. I call him my “Wombmate.”


Sometimes, you’ve just got to color.

I want to be reading a book. Instead, I am more often coloring or sleeping lately! πŸ˜…
I wrote a tanka after beginning to color the above picture. 

Pusheen coloring
Filled with magical creatures,
Mermaids, centaurs, more

Imagination is freed
Despite the brain and body

There’s a whole list of things I could share with you for One-Liner Wednesday, but this is today’s. πŸ™‚ After not coloring anything for at least 2 months, I’m on a roll! A sushi roll, it seems.

Our Lady

Loss is part of your sorrow,
And you know that God has
Done marvels, Magnificat anima mea
You proclaim; may I echo.

I’m not sure exactly what prompted this but had wanted to write this acrostic for a few days and finally filled it in today.

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At Least

Having been too busy yesterday to write much or to post anything, I want to write a lot today and maybe even post multiple times (this is your warning!). This poem was partially inspired by Brian’s prompt about “fleeting beauty” from last week. Also, it’s been hard because I’ve been eating a lot this week and ate a ton yesterday at my cousin’s wedding (how can you resist CAKE???).Β  I hate to admit it, but the eating-disorder “voice” never really goes away…

One thing that I notice when I do eat more is, at Sunday Mass, I actually sing better, and my voice is stronger. πŸ™‚ That makes me happy.

At least I could sing strongly.
There’s a certain zest for life
That’s missing when you won’t eat
Wedding cake, or what
Your body really needs.

There’s a certain beauty
That doesn’t fade.

“At least” I could sing strongly?
That’s everything.


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Writing that felt gut-wrenching. Pun intended. Eating disorders are very symbolic. πŸ™‚ Okay, have a good day, all.

It’s June, and here’s some Joy

Here we are in June, whether we like it or not. One thing I always like at the beginning of a new month is the Last on the Card link-up!Β πŸ™ƒΒ My photo is what I brought home after work yesterday:Β 

I put strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate frozen custards with hot caramel sauce, Nilla Wafer crumbs, and Oreo crumbs.

As I have not posted a poem on here for a few days, I will share my Sijo for last week’s Sijo Challenge after all, since it is related to the photo. The week’s word was “excitement.”


Little children cannot wait, for their sweet and icy treat,
Which flavor of a dozen will they choose — and maybe custard too?
My heart also is filling up, witnessing their looks of joy.

My favorite thing about my job is when the kiddos come in. ❀ So cute!

Uplifting Ramble

For E.M.’s Sunday Ramble, on Tuesday. πŸ™‚ Better late than never to write about “Uplifting Chatter.”

I was reluctant to post yesterday, even though I ended up writing 6 poems (“Reluctant” was yesterday’s MVB prompt word, and I didn’t even know that until this morning, since I didn’t read blogs either, yesterday). Thankfully, my fervor seems to have returned. I’d been thinking last night, “Just don’t post at all for this week; it doesn’t matter. 😦 😦 😦 ”

Okay, on to the Happy!

  • When you feel negative, what techniques do you use to bring yourself up to feeling positive?

I try to reach out to friends but also don’t want to bring my friends down. Hugging my stuffed animals, especially my brand-new cute little crab. Going to see the ducks in the park. Looking at flowers. I don’t even have to go anywhere to look at beautiful flowers because my brother has filled our backyard with beautiful flowers and other plants. He has the greenest thumb you will ever encounter! I like to joke that he took all of my gardening ability in the womb, since I can’t garden to save my life, and he is the Plant Whisperer!


  • What is a smell that made you smile when you woke up today?

It would be too easy to say “coffee,” although that is true. I suppose it was nice that my room wasn’t stuffy. Also, the lotion I used smelled flowery and fruity.

  • An owl is known for its wisdom, what are you known for?

Being cute, for some reason. Even strangers call me “sweetie” all the time. In high school, I was known for being smart. I have probably gotten dumber since then, but that’s okay because I like myself more. πŸ™‚

  • Do you know any good recipes? If so, can you share one? (If you don’t cook, tell me your favorite food recipe that someone else makes for you.)

My family makes this chicken-broccoli casserole with rice, and it’s one of our favorite dishes!

  • How do you console the people around you? (Online or in-person)

If it’s online or via text, I do love the hugging emoji. I also love actual hugs. I also try to be a good listener, and people have said that I am. If the person is a Christian, it’s also nice to pray together.

I Am Jealous of Saints Who Died Young

Today’s word for FOWC is “death.” I told myself, “Don’t go there, Jenna, especially since you’ve already posted today,” but here I am anyway, because it’s in my head already; I’m not going there if I already am there!

white skull on white wooden table
Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com

The poem is one I wrote yesterday. It was basically a stream-of-consciousness, but I think it turned out well, and it’s not even that sad. It’s not hopeless. But it’s so true: This is horrible of me to say, but I am incredibly jealous of those saints who got to die when they were, like, 23 (like St. ThΓ©rΓ¨se). In the last few years, I have sort of been aware: “Oh, I’ve lived longer than she did now. Oh, I outlived him now.”

The worst part is, sometimes I don’t even necessarily want to go to Heaven. What I mean is, sometimes it would be preferable to me if we just ceased to exist after we die. That’s what I used to think, but now, for better or for worse, I know that annihilation is not an option. If there are only 2 options, I’d rather go to the good place. πŸ™‚

Hey, if I die at thirty-three
Like St. Faustina, that wouldn’t be
Too long to wait, would it, anymore?[*]
I have been so impatient. What’s in store
Is too scary for me, but what has been
The past 3 years is not entirely
Pain. Far from it. Tomorrow (Lord willing)
I’ll gain merit from persevering
Through grace, and that joy will serve
To erase all pain. Refrain
From worrying. One day will cease that sting.

[*] It would still be a few years. After lasting this long, though, who knows? Sometimes I wake up and am just flabbergasted that I survived all this shtuff.

Some Odd Motivation

It’s Tuesday evening, so you (might) know what that means: Sijo time! Our inspiration this week is high school, a time in my life that I actually really enjoyed — when I wasn’t struggling with crippling mental illness. πŸ™‚ In addition, this day happens to mark 3 years since I graduated from college.

Graduated from college three years ago, I hardly know how,
High school before that — I never expected either success
Yet here I sit writing, a fountain which refuses to quit.


Ronovan Writes Sijo Challenge Image

You all know by now that I am unendingly enthusiastic about writing. I also can’t get enough of cute baby animals, especially ducklings! Figured I’d share a picture from today. A friend rescued me and took me to go see them. ❀️ A world with ducklings in it isn’t all bad.

Seen earlier today. Don’t you love them? πŸ₯°

The Good Life

Brian’s prompt for this week, which I am once again trying to complete on Thursday, is “the good life.” It was nice to reflect on what makes a good life — a good life does not have to be an easy life. It was also a timely reminder that I already have many aspects of “the good life.” πŸ™‚ At the end of each day, before going to sleep, I thank God for many things, every good thing that I can remember from the day — and most days I have a litany. This poem is also for DVerse and is a cinq-cinquain.

Breathe in:
Salty sea air,
Relaxing on the sand
Feeling the sun as the waves break —
Take breaks

Other times life
Requires the daily grind,
Work giving oneself a purpose,

To wake
Each new morning,
Other than the coffee
(Although that always is a plus
For me) —

In Eden ere
The first sin, Adam worked
As a gardener helping all life
To grow —

To face each day,
A purpose found in life:
Actions to take, imprints to leave,
To love

a golden retriever lying on green grass field
Photo by Barnabas Davoti on Pexels.com

I think having a doggy would make “the good life” even better. πŸ™‚