Lately I have kept a grueling schedule. This has enabled me to traverse old friends of familiar interstates heading from South Florida, up and over to the Southwest over to Texas, turning northerly to Oklahoma, and back across I-40 in Arkansas, to Memphis, then US 78 through Mississippi to Alabama. Today I am a bit melancholy and tired.
Being deep in my head is common after spending any length of time with my parents longer than it takes to leave a voicemail. I am always .... anyway. It was a gift to stop by today and spend 3 hours with them. Time that if I let it slip away, would not return again. This visit was okay.
Once I drove on to McDonough, GA (south of Atlanta) to deliver my load, I decided to stay over night, begin fresh in the morning the trip to South Carolina and back to Atlanta on Sunday. So I went next door to the receiver to an abandoned warehouse to park during a snarling summer thunderboomer.
Enjoying WREK 91.9 Jazz radio, I even discovered I could download an APP on my new Sprint EVO 4G that streams this station and 4, 999 others. It was funny hearing the radio, and streaming a few seconds behind. Like dueling banjos. Saturday night programming here is amazing jazz, swing, Dixie...etc. Almost no talk or vocals at all. Ahhhhh yes, MY kind of music. Giving in to the swing...
Decided to go for a barefoot walk along the grass skirts. Talk about FULLY PRESENT? The feel of the squishy, soft grass. The slight dampness. The roll of the foot reminds me how fearfully and wonderfully human beings are created to be. I stepped onto the pavement just to feel the texture difference. Still almost warm, gritty, smooth, sandy...
Ended up at one end of the building, out of earshot of the truck radio. There I stopped and did what I have needed to do for a WEEK.
B-R-E-A-T-H-E.
For the sheer pleasure of being able to do so. For inspiration. For clearing.
Eyes closed, deep, full, long, slow breaths. Giving myself the gift of nothing more pressing on my duty than following my breath.
It always touches my tender heart when I give in to this basic need of breathing on purpose and I discover the world underneath it all. The 2 or 3 hot rain drops on my face. The birds are different in the pines to my left, than they are in the oaks to my right. It is dusk, and the cicadas are stirring a concert among the woods. The occasional burping of thunder, off in the distance teasing a parched Atlanta.
The feel of the ground beneath me. The bizz of electricity along a guide wire. The breeze that stirs my hair, tickles, and cools my arms and legs.The yap of a dog, some neighborhood away through the trees. The sticky humidity and drying sweat.
In the last two days I have had phone calls with both of my daughters. I estimate 2 1/2 hours of talk time. Texting, emails. That's in addition to the round I made to the people I mentor and support. I'm used to spending holidays working, and even prefer that than to sit around alone. Yes, once upon a time, it was family .... now, it is quiet of voices and laughter.
This is why it meant so much to me to be Fully Present with the ambient love of God in all He has created and sent my way today, in this exact moment.
As I got closer to my truck, I recognized the music was a trombone soloist scatting on his horn. I do not miss my ex husband Ole in the slightest. What I do fondly remember is that our home ALWAYS had the sounds of music in it. Ole riffing on his trombone was how he relaxed after his work day. He came home, made the rounds, took off his shoes, and before he turned on the TV or Nintendo, he made love to that trombone of his.
I play as well and there was a time it was a duet. The girls can pick up any instrument and within moments be carrying along with their daddy. Or they would sing with his playing.
That kind of moment is what I long for when I think of "home" and family. Sharing love of each other through laughter, song, impromptu dance, and inspiration.
It was Paul Rutherfords, "Tetrology" that was playing. In the back ground, you could hear the echo... it sounded familiar. Again, an Ahhhh of a beloved memory. The wooden practice rooms or stages, always alight with the hum and cacaphony of instruments warming up and tuning, never quite together, just a NOISE that was beautiful in its necessary reality.
And I miss that.
When the radio timed out, I didn't renew it. I had turned ol' Andy Android off before my walk. I am sitting doors and windows of my truck home open, listening to the birds banter and the thunder rumble around me. Feeling a bit of apprehension noticing the miniscule spider swinging on its silk in the passenger window.
This half hour or so of deliberately breathing, in, out, and sending the white healing air to my aching tense spots, and exhaling the dusky mess of pain and inner blues out has relaxed me. The walk back to my truck was slow and rambling, the grass still squishy underfoot.
If tomorrow comes? It will be a new day with no mistakes in it. There will be an opportunity to seize the day and hit it balls to the wall.
Tonight? I breathe in. I breathe out. And I smile, fully present. I am full of gratitude and love and have exercised forgiveness of myself and others. It has been a good week. And thus it closes, and a new one sits before me.
Soaking in the moment,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Essence
I shall be at peace when the lion within can lie down with the lamb.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Life As A Highway
This has already been an exciting month of new opportunities, gifts, revelations, prophecies, and chances. With half of June 2011 still ahead, I am charged with enthusiasm to see what is around the next bend of my Life's road.
Sometimes such great shifts brings friction. The ways I noticed it this month were both in subtle nudges and outright cacaphony. New directions offer new relationship posssibilities. It also gives me a chance to reevaluate my current address book. Often, I get distracted or on a roll, and I forget to take care of my body's physical, emotional, or spiritual needs. When this happens, my batteries run low and weird bells and whistles begin to clamor for attention.
In some ways, my paths are becoming more defined than they ever have before. This time, I am shaping my direction purposefully and with creative power. Every now and then, I still get alarmed by how fast the ball rolls and the debris it picks up along the way. Learning balance. Beginning with a chuckle that echoes in my quiet truck, I rumble from deep in my tummy a laugh that bubbles up and out of me. Balance is not a new word for me to say I long for that quality. Equilibrium. I don't mean status quo, but I do desire to find myself encouraged about moving on and up.
My new picture of where I am heading in the near future, has me leaning alot on a core group of people that I culled my list to at the end of 2010. I kept and nurtured "safe people". Men and women that inspire, encourage, love, and assist me to reaching my goals and optimal health in all ways. With everything I have within me I pray and bless this set of friends and loved ones. I cherish and appreciate the nurture sown into me. You are a patient and kind bunch of people!
Perhaps I need to take an "alignment break" and get some things on the right track again. My health, my focus, my emotions, my spiritual pursuits all need fervent TLC from me. I do not want to stall on a hill though. I want to maximize the momentum, and have some guidance on my course. Deliberately choose how I feel, perceive, and react to all the fresh offerings of Life heading my way.
I took North Carolina and Virgina state roads in my semi truck today. It was challenging. But do-able. And in a strange source, I found a peaceful balm to my jangled nerves and wounds. During a particular shady, treelined portion of Route 58/ 360 in Virginia I suddenly felt as if God himself overshadowed me. I felt in the presence of His peace and love and mercy. As the verdant hillsides rolled and turned, I settled into the rhythm and found myself at One.
This alone is enough respite to help me rest easy tonight in my dreams, and recharge my body for tomorrow's adventures, wherever my road may lead me next. Am I healed of all pain of all kinds? No. But I know I might be there any minute.
Moving along on Life's Highway,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Friday, June 3, 2011
Reaching For The Center Of The Mark
Loving God, loving people. That's the Center Of The Mark.
The last weeks have been full of changes in a GREAT way. Many of the puzzle pieces of my life have been turning, gently sliding into alignment. It's amazing how seamlessly this happens when I get "me" out of the way and let God work.
New revelations have become clear. Great bursts of Intuition and clarity present themsleves when I am least expecting.
I am trying not to be afraid, as the acceleration is pushing on my chest and like a tailwind all at the same time. I don't feel in a bind though, I feel exhilarated and aware of every nuance, every whisper, every shade of the pallet of God as he paints a Masterpiece in my soul.
Still, I am finding a need to get alone with God and seek Him.
As I go, I love others. I let love manifest to me as well. And I am staying open to the Change and Course God would have me to take. The Lion within is letting loose with a major ROAR, while the lamb that sits in the center of my being is submitting to the ministrations of the Shepherd. Healing is taking place, strength is being imparted, nurture is flowing like a river.
Humbly,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
The last weeks have been full of changes in a GREAT way. Many of the puzzle pieces of my life have been turning, gently sliding into alignment. It's amazing how seamlessly this happens when I get "me" out of the way and let God work.
New revelations have become clear. Great bursts of Intuition and clarity present themsleves when I am least expecting.
I am trying not to be afraid, as the acceleration is pushing on my chest and like a tailwind all at the same time. I don't feel in a bind though, I feel exhilarated and aware of every nuance, every whisper, every shade of the pallet of God as he paints a Masterpiece in my soul.
Still, I am finding a need to get alone with God and seek Him.
As I go, I love others. I let love manifest to me as well. And I am staying open to the Change and Course God would have me to take. The Lion within is letting loose with a major ROAR, while the lamb that sits in the center of my being is submitting to the ministrations of the Shepherd. Healing is taking place, strength is being imparted, nurture is flowing like a river.
Humbly,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Friday, May 27, 2011
When I Don't Know What To Say....
..... it doesn't mean I have it all together or am at peace.
Although, that being the gut honesty of it all? I am still kicking furiously to stay afloat. So far, it is working. I am here again today.
Until yesterday, I had been thoroughly enjoying a season of peace, quiet, blessings, and gratitude. I had begun to test out the ideas of letting love in or out of me. Concerned now that I had grown lulled and complacent, I trusted "Life" with too much of me. Will I ever learn? Seems not.
Yesterday I was assailed boom - boom- BOOM with input. JCT/ HAEI/ Stevens/ FFE ,,,, and JayJ.
Yeah, that's right. THAT JayJ.
Finally, I had taken all the hits I could absorb, closed the books on a very troubled day. To unwind and try to let it all go, I drifted into the musical arms of Wayman Tisdale, smooth jazz.
However, when I went to bed after a long day at work, I had a physical ache in my chest. Uncertainties, memories, fears,,, in the middle of the night, I found myself rubbing my breastbone in great pain of an old broken bone. I remembered a recent time when breathing was dangerous to my concealment, painful to my body, and not anything I wanted to continue,,, but like an ocean's tide it kept coming in, going out, coming in, going out. I could only hold it back for so long, and the pent up fury of release was often more effort than if I had just let it be. I know the terrors to be Mind Monsters, and I know I "failed" to take away their teeth. Tired smile here.
Aware that opportunities present themselves when least expected, they may come with a tinge of fear. That fear can be healthy, if it is just a sign that I am straining to stay with the Known. I am well-acquainted with that kind of propulsion fuel to move into new dimensions and unchartered Possibilities.
This Present Fear is a forfeiture of my safety in the physical or emotional. I am being hunted like an animal. A strong word for that is stalked, and here I go again, making excuses for being here in the first place.
Today, the Present, I am stopped at a dead standstill. I admit it, I use work to numb me out, and just keep going. Often, it's easier to apply the 20 minute, 20 year rule that way. Truck drivers earn money by miles driven, not sitting due to poor driver utilization. Yes, I think too much, too deep 24/7 but it is extra hyperdrive when I am just sitting!
Then again, do I trust God as I think I do??? Does he have me in his view, his hands, and his plans? Or not? Days like today make me walk the talk . It IS NOT ABOUT THE MONEY!!! It's about sitting in BFE with nothing to do, no good reason to sit here, just GROUNDED like an errant child! Not because of truck or driver issues, but because my company failed to plan to use my truck and driver resources with any competency at all. The places I might visit on a day off are unavailable to my 70ft combination vehicle. I am just STUCK! And obviously I am grumpy about it!
I must say, even grouchy as I am today, God uses unusual media to whisper to my spirit. Text messages TODAY from a lady with 4 kids that has lost her job and is going though a divorce, puts me in my whiny place. I am blessed. Flip the coin, and JayJ texted me again and has inserted himself in my work and daily living to tell me where I should live, work, play.
Just when I am ready to turn my phone off to tune out the bad influences?
A Facebook friend and mentor, Matt Maddix, posts out of the blue "
I can hear the Verizon guy quipping "Can you hear me now????"
The surprising turn of events and contacts has me feeling like a bug must as his hiney goes through his ears as he hits my windshield. Amazing, how a mood can turn from top of the world, to fear or black mistrust of Life in a snap or a text.
I do have a choice, though. I can stay here. Or I can face this moment, just as it presents itself. Stay with it. Feel and experience it all. The trick is to not STAY there, in pain, but after identifying and processing it, to CHOOSE to shift and direct myself back to what inspires, heals, loves and nurtures me.
I really was believing and liking all the recent love and light and peace. This bad spot in the road can NOT be what is meant for me to accept. It can only be a lesson.
So when I do not know what to say? It is clear. It is time to say nothing at all. Thank you Matt Maddix (and 4year old Phoebe). I will be quiet in God.
Thank you, Tim Janis and Reno the feline teacher, I will be STILL and experience my Present Moment with all of my senses. I will enjoy God speaking to me with inaudible whispers of love and blessings.
I will CHOOSE to rest in God, in His safety, in his nourishment and seek Him while he may be found. Staying Present and open, malleable to the Potter.
I will leave my heart and mind open as fallow ground to the Master Gardener, weeding out the distractions and pain.
I will choose to forgive. Again, I will forgive again. Then I will let go. I do not have to stay here. I can make today to pop with potential and possibilities.
Thankful for the brave influences of those that speak THEIR truth, never knowing where it affects another by imitation or emulation.
Already, the ache in my chest is of releasing my held breath, exhaling out the dusty cloud of pain and fear, and of relief to have stayed the course. Love. Gratitude. Forgiveness.
When I don't know what to say? God knows.
Quiet, still, listening,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Although, that being the gut honesty of it all? I am still kicking furiously to stay afloat. So far, it is working. I am here again today.
Until yesterday, I had been thoroughly enjoying a season of peace, quiet, blessings, and gratitude. I had begun to test out the ideas of letting love in or out of me. Concerned now that I had grown lulled and complacent, I trusted "Life" with too much of me. Will I ever learn? Seems not.
Yesterday I was assailed boom - boom- BOOM with input. JCT/ HAEI/ Stevens/ FFE ,,,, and JayJ.
Yeah, that's right. THAT JayJ.
Finally, I had taken all the hits I could absorb, closed the books on a very troubled day. To unwind and try to let it all go, I drifted into the musical arms of Wayman Tisdale, smooth jazz.
However, when I went to bed after a long day at work, I had a physical ache in my chest. Uncertainties, memories, fears,,, in the middle of the night, I found myself rubbing my breastbone in great pain of an old broken bone. I remembered a recent time when breathing was dangerous to my concealment, painful to my body, and not anything I wanted to continue,,, but like an ocean's tide it kept coming in, going out, coming in, going out. I could only hold it back for so long, and the pent up fury of release was often more effort than if I had just let it be. I know the terrors to be Mind Monsters, and I know I "failed" to take away their teeth. Tired smile here.
Aware that opportunities present themselves when least expected, they may come with a tinge of fear. That fear can be healthy, if it is just a sign that I am straining to stay with the Known. I am well-acquainted with that kind of propulsion fuel to move into new dimensions and unchartered Possibilities.
This Present Fear is a forfeiture of my safety in the physical or emotional. I am being hunted like an animal. A strong word for that is stalked, and here I go again, making excuses for being here in the first place.
Today, the Present, I am stopped at a dead standstill. I admit it, I use work to numb me out, and just keep going. Often, it's easier to apply the 20 minute, 20 year rule that way. Truck drivers earn money by miles driven, not sitting due to poor driver utilization. Yes, I think too much, too deep 24/7 but it is extra hyperdrive when I am just sitting!
Then again, do I trust God as I think I do??? Does he have me in his view, his hands, and his plans? Or not? Days like today make me walk the talk . It IS NOT ABOUT THE MONEY!!! It's about sitting in BFE with nothing to do, no good reason to sit here, just GROUNDED like an errant child! Not because of truck or driver issues, but because my company failed to plan to use my truck and driver resources with any competency at all. The places I might visit on a day off are unavailable to my 70ft combination vehicle. I am just STUCK! And obviously I am grumpy about it!
I must say, even grouchy as I am today, God uses unusual media to whisper to my spirit. Text messages TODAY from a lady with 4 kids that has lost her job and is going though a divorce, puts me in my whiny place. I am blessed. Flip the coin, and JayJ texted me again and has inserted himself in my work and daily living to tell me where I should live, work, play.
Just when I am ready to turn my phone off to tune out the bad influences?
A Facebook friend and mentor, Matt Maddix, posts out of the blue "
I can hear the Verizon guy quipping "Can you hear me now????"
The surprising turn of events and contacts has me feeling like a bug must as his hiney goes through his ears as he hits my windshield. Amazing, how a mood can turn from top of the world, to fear or black mistrust of Life in a snap or a text.
I do have a choice, though. I can stay here. Or I can face this moment, just as it presents itself. Stay with it. Feel and experience it all. The trick is to not STAY there, in pain, but after identifying and processing it, to CHOOSE to shift and direct myself back to what inspires, heals, loves and nurtures me.
I really was believing and liking all the recent love and light and peace. This bad spot in the road can NOT be what is meant for me to accept. It can only be a lesson.
So when I do not know what to say? It is clear. It is time to say nothing at all. Thank you Matt Maddix (and 4year old Phoebe). I will be quiet in God.
Thank you, Tim Janis and Reno the feline teacher, I will be STILL and experience my Present Moment with all of my senses. I will enjoy God speaking to me with inaudible whispers of love and blessings.
I will CHOOSE to rest in God, in His safety, in his nourishment and seek Him while he may be found. Staying Present and open, malleable to the Potter.
I will leave my heart and mind open as fallow ground to the Master Gardener, weeding out the distractions and pain.
I will choose to forgive. Again, I will forgive again. Then I will let go. I do not have to stay here. I can make today to pop with potential and possibilities.
Thankful for the brave influences of those that speak THEIR truth, never knowing where it affects another by imitation or emulation.
Already, the ache in my chest is of releasing my held breath, exhaling out the dusty cloud of pain and fear, and of relief to have stayed the course. Love. Gratitude. Forgiveness.
When I don't know what to say? God knows.
Quiet, still, listening,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Thursday, May 26, 2011
When I Don't Know What To Say...
.... maybe nothing at all is best? Then, it all just dies with me.
Today was coming at me from all sides. I am winding down with Wayman Tisdale, smooth jazz. Something not many would understand. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8RtZXFhQ02U&NR=1
JCT/Stevens/ FFE/ HAEI/
JayJ
Out of the blue all approached me today in one form or another. Of them all? Yeah. JayJ .... what now. No sanctuary. It was all just a pretense of safety.
Just as freely as I have experienced love, light, and joy to flow, the clench in my chest, the remembered pain of the bone there, the mention of his name has closed the door and I am back in the cave of pain and darkness. The one where silence is my only hope of survival.
Blindsided. Just like old times.
I could ask why now? What does it matter? He is everywhere I go. And still claims me.
Suddenly weary, going straight to bed.
I wanted to believe. I really did.
If you can hear me now?
Dallas.
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Today was coming at me from all sides. I am winding down with Wayman Tisdale, smooth jazz. Something not many would understand. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8RtZXFhQ02U&NR=1
JCT/Stevens/ FFE/ HAEI/
JayJ
Out of the blue all approached me today in one form or another. Of them all? Yeah. JayJ .... what now. No sanctuary. It was all just a pretense of safety.
Just as freely as I have experienced love, light, and joy to flow, the clench in my chest, the remembered pain of the bone there, the mention of his name has closed the door and I am back in the cave of pain and darkness. The one where silence is my only hope of survival.
Blindsided. Just like old times.
I could ask why now? What does it matter? He is everywhere I go. And still claims me.
Suddenly weary, going straight to bed.
I wanted to believe. I really did.
If you can hear me now?
Dallas.
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Hot Florida Days, Cool Me
WOW!!! I have to say that again, WOW!!
Earlier this week, I received a very gracious invitation to drop by into a friend's Florida vacation and family get- together. I promptly used my word prowess to convince work that I needed the weekend off duty for a "family reunion". Truth :)
As a truck driver, miles to a destination are relative. Some I get paid to perform. Some I pay to execute. My excitement affects my overall mood. This weekend, I enjoyed a bonanza of reunions from the full out surprise, to the carefully established. I stayed with my best friend Friday, Saturday and today, but only got to sit down to share a meal and fellowship today. She was out of town all weekend herself, giving me free rein of her home. That's love.
At least one of each - the friend I saw 2 weeks ago. The friends I saw sometime so far this year. The friends I saw 10 years ago. The friends I saw 25 years ago. The family I had yet to meet. The internet connection I nurtured 5 years and finally met in person today.
Blessed with free lodging and respite, I based out these visits out of Osceola County. My friends and their families were primarily in Polk and Lake Counties. From laughter that hurt my sides and made my face red, to those precious moments that catch your breath and skip your heart's beat, to the body's overflow of a teardrop's course, I travelled 600 miles IN MY CAR in 3 days to too many loving arms to mention.
Over 300 miles in my truck on Friday, and 700 miles coming up in my semi on Monday. Whew, a bit daunting.
I go from solitude in my truck, to two weekends in a row of full out LOVE and embraces. I am a bit soggy and squishy in the love department right now. Like sleep hours, do you ever wish you could bank the hugs up for a starless night?
Ever notice? People want to bless you. One of the first things they think of is to feed you. And trust me, home cooked meals, fellowship, and camaraderie are gifts! But to see as many friends as I did in the past three days? It felt like a Progressive dinner. Everyone wants to feed me, and feels offended if you just ate. LOL. People are just sweet like that. And it comes in waves, and very grateful for every presentation of Life's generousities. The dry and lonely periods are just as certain as the open arms moments. That is just the give and take of Life. In my Dad's wisdom, "Some days are just better'n others."
Sunday night after the Grand Finale seafood dinner with my best friend and her 12 year old daughter, Morgan, I decided I would get more bang for my hours to drive home to Sunrise, FL and sleep in my truck tonight for a few hours before taking off to Birmingham, than if I tossed and fretted a few hours in the wonderful real bed at my BF house. This way, it is cooler driving (no car a/c), if I have car troubles, I have time to resolve them and not be late to work, and I think I can let my mental guard down at the end to REST better, knowing all I have to do is show up to work.
Sitting out by ponds, on patios and porches, by myself and with groups of people, extremely at ease and in my element, all five senses were innundated with the sensations of what one could only call "home". The crickets, owls, scented breezes, buzzing bugs, ebb and flow of conversations and of God- moments, cloud animals drifting, and Central Florida's omnipresent humidity just made the welcome of blanketing memories fill the tanks for the times ahead. Reminded of the oil lamps in the temples. Full, from the inside out, keep the lamps trimmed and burning.
Since many of the get togethers were of a "reunion" or meet and greet in nature, the same questions were asked over and over and over again. I could get tired of it. But, instead, I know that being a female truck driver holds a mystique, and it is my gift to the world to be able to put someone in the driver's seat to share my adventures and explorations. God gave me wings and wheels, I can pass it along. It is my joy to do so and I never weary of the questions and discoveries.
Last night though,surrounded in roomful of loving people, in a quiet moment where I was present, but it was not my turn to speak, I felt a peaceful knowing go through my marrow. No one asked me this one question all weekend, but I came away with a self-knowledge.
I am cool with me.
I am comfortable in my own skin.
I am WHOLE.
The recent years when I was unhappy or pressed down? That was the foreign land to me. My personal normal is to be ON FIRE for life and for God. To have been given multiple second chances? To have been demonstrated mercy and grace from God and his ambassadors here on the earthly realm? These love offerings fueled my resident fires.
At my lowest points in the past few years, I may have been nearly extiguished. A smoking flax He will not put out, nor will he break the tender, bruised reed. (paraphrased) But inside me smoldered my passions, my calling, the reason for it all!
To have been reborn and stirred anew is invigorating!
The days may be hot, but I am one cool lion. And I feel a serious R-O-A-R coming on. Lookout!
One provoked lamb,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
I tried to sum my heart's view point up on Facebook, but only those who were with me, get the full impact :Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Manifest
As we set out on this journey, Lets obey the call from the heart of God,
Let us Love at any cost, Draw back your bow let love go....
This week has been mellow in my attitudes and my work. Both have been slow to heat up. Not quite at a dead standstill, not running full tilt on high octane either. I attribute my laidback approach to my weekend of rest and of dancing. I expended pent up energies that were roiling inside my gut when I gave it up to God and got real with Him in my own personal way.
Tonight at work, it could be said things were not going very well? Low miles, therefore little pay. A late schedule to do the piddly run in, yet it ate up a full 16 hours. The pace was just turtle slow. Nothing was going wrong, it was just one of THOSE days.
May 17, 2011 is Alisha and Tony's 4th wedding anniversary. I also have spent time with friends talking about God, his love, his other attributes. My mind works in song, and today was a prime example as the old reliable tunes became soundtracks to my thoughts. Larry Graham's "One In A Million You" and "I Just Can't Stop Dancing", then Chicago "You're The Inspiration".
As I come to relax in God, to rest in Him, I have love coursing into me, through me, and pouring out of me in many forms. Inspiration. Meditation. Prayers. Gifts. Service. Family. Friends. Strangers.
At Pentecostals of Cooper City, with my close friends on Saturday, at Your Big Picture Cafe I had people coming to me with touch, embrace, laughter, tears, the kindest words, and concerns. If I knew reuniting was so rewarding, perhaps I wouldn't stay away as long, hahahah. Even people remote in location sent emails, texts, phone calls that can only be categorized as love offerings. Care. Concern. Respect. Honor. Affection. For every gift, I say THANK YOU! You have no idea how much these meant to me!
Then I particpated in THREE services on Sunday. Two of them were at my church. One at the Cafe. In each event, God made himself manifest. From visions, to revelations, to show of light and source, to strength and heat, to visible spiritual manifestations of Gifts of the Spirit I was just surrounded in the loving atmosphere by God working, moving, interacting with his Creation. I have been in a Discovery mode and it still creates awe and quietness to realize God in everything, everywhere, all-knowing, all-powerful.
Peace. That is a word that begins to express my state of being right now. Sated in Him. Hungry for the things of God, the mind of God, to be in His presence again, to abide there. I want to go higher, deeper, more fully into His plans and ways for me. I want to be more like Him.
Tonight, while my work day ran slow? It put me in the path of another driver. I was downloading the older song "Center Of The Mark" by 4Him, talking about letting love go, to others, letting love hit its mark, with God as the flow and source of all that is and will be. This driver kept yammering at me next door. Finally, I set it all down and turned to face him. He must be in my path for a reason?
As it unfolded? I cued up a YouTube video, and then read to him from a book. I gave him the book. At the beginning, I asked if he was a reader? He said no, but he had a lady friend that was. By the time I let him watch the video, and talked to him from the contents? He was saying he wants to read it for himself now, if I will still let him have a copy. He couldn't believe I was just going to GIVE HIM a copy, signed by the author. Just as it passed into his truck from mine? His bills were ready, and he was free to go. The dock door next to me stayed unoccupied the remainder of my PROTRACTED stay.
Timing. Willing hearts and spirits. Lives touched by God.
No, I did NOT have a bad day at work. I went to work today to meet the driver named Terry, and show God to him, through example of the love God pours into me, via a book that is a WORK OF HEART from a friend, inspired of God.
Terry from Virginia is a simple fellow. No explanation made to him, but I know that God was made manifest through simple acts of kindness and service. Just as I received in abundance all weekend. It made runnels through me, and right back out into the never ending stream of God's love, grace, tenderness, and mercy.
To end my long, very profitable God day, I am going to sit in grateful meditation and prayers listening to Tom Ameen on the piano. And give this day up to the cool night, andto the God that holds me in his hands.
Goodnight,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
The Center Of The Mark - 4 HIM
To Love God, love people
That's the center of the mark
In this life some things are bound to change
But one thing remains the same
We all need love
Time goes on, it moves like a hurricane
And through all the wind and rain
We all need love
As this world just keeps on turnin' round and round
There are treasures to be found
If we just let compassion lead the way
CHORUS
Draw back your bow, let love go
Shoot straight for the heart
With all of your might, set you sight
Take aim from the start
To love God, love people
That's the center of the mark
Every day, through what is and is to come
When all has been said and done
We all need love
So Jesus came, a gift from the heart of God
He gave us His life because
We all need love
And the love that death could not keep in the grave
Is alive in us today
So we must live to show the world the way
REPEAT CHORUS
BRIDGE
For the world is the target
And the arrow is the cross
As we set out on this journey
Lets obey the call from the heart of God
Let us Love at any cost
Draw back your bow let love go....
Let us Love at any cost, Draw back your bow let love go....
This week has been mellow in my attitudes and my work. Both have been slow to heat up. Not quite at a dead standstill, not running full tilt on high octane either. I attribute my laidback approach to my weekend of rest and of dancing. I expended pent up energies that were roiling inside my gut when I gave it up to God and got real with Him in my own personal way.
Tonight at work, it could be said things were not going very well? Low miles, therefore little pay. A late schedule to do the piddly run in, yet it ate up a full 16 hours. The pace was just turtle slow. Nothing was going wrong, it was just one of THOSE days.
May 17, 2011 is Alisha and Tony's 4th wedding anniversary. I also have spent time with friends talking about God, his love, his other attributes. My mind works in song, and today was a prime example as the old reliable tunes became soundtracks to my thoughts. Larry Graham's "One In A Million You" and "I Just Can't Stop Dancing", then Chicago "You're The Inspiration".
As I come to relax in God, to rest in Him, I have love coursing into me, through me, and pouring out of me in many forms. Inspiration. Meditation. Prayers. Gifts. Service. Family. Friends. Strangers.
At Pentecostals of Cooper City, with my close friends on Saturday, at Your Big Picture Cafe I had people coming to me with touch, embrace, laughter, tears, the kindest words, and concerns. If I knew reuniting was so rewarding, perhaps I wouldn't stay away as long, hahahah. Even people remote in location sent emails, texts, phone calls that can only be categorized as love offerings. Care. Concern. Respect. Honor. Affection. For every gift, I say THANK YOU! You have no idea how much these meant to me!
Then I particpated in THREE services on Sunday. Two of them were at my church. One at the Cafe. In each event, God made himself manifest. From visions, to revelations, to show of light and source, to strength and heat, to visible spiritual manifestations of Gifts of the Spirit I was just surrounded in the loving atmosphere by God working, moving, interacting with his Creation. I have been in a Discovery mode and it still creates awe and quietness to realize God in everything, everywhere, all-knowing, all-powerful.
Peace. That is a word that begins to express my state of being right now. Sated in Him. Hungry for the things of God, the mind of God, to be in His presence again, to abide there. I want to go higher, deeper, more fully into His plans and ways for me. I want to be more like Him.
Tonight, while my work day ran slow? It put me in the path of another driver. I was downloading the older song "Center Of The Mark" by 4Him, talking about letting love go, to others, letting love hit its mark, with God as the flow and source of all that is and will be. This driver kept yammering at me next door. Finally, I set it all down and turned to face him. He must be in my path for a reason?
As it unfolded? I cued up a YouTube video, and then read to him from a book. I gave him the book. At the beginning, I asked if he was a reader? He said no, but he had a lady friend that was. By the time I let him watch the video, and talked to him from the contents? He was saying he wants to read it for himself now, if I will still let him have a copy. He couldn't believe I was just going to GIVE HIM a copy, signed by the author. Just as it passed into his truck from mine? His bills were ready, and he was free to go. The dock door next to me stayed unoccupied the remainder of my PROTRACTED stay.
Timing. Willing hearts and spirits. Lives touched by God.
No, I did NOT have a bad day at work. I went to work today to meet the driver named Terry, and show God to him, through example of the love God pours into me, via a book that is a WORK OF HEART from a friend, inspired of God.
Terry from Virginia is a simple fellow. No explanation made to him, but I know that God was made manifest through simple acts of kindness and service. Just as I received in abundance all weekend. It made runnels through me, and right back out into the never ending stream of God's love, grace, tenderness, and mercy.
To end my long, very profitable God day, I am going to sit in grateful meditation and prayers listening to Tom Ameen on the piano. And give this day up to the cool night, andto the God that holds me in his hands.
Goodnight,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
The Center Of The Mark - 4 HIM
To Love God, love people
That's the center of the mark
In this life some things are bound to change
But one thing remains the same
We all need love
Time goes on, it moves like a hurricane
And through all the wind and rain
We all need love
As this world just keeps on turnin' round and round
There are treasures to be found
If we just let compassion lead the way
CHORUS
Draw back your bow, let love go
Shoot straight for the heart
With all of your might, set you sight
Take aim from the start
To love God, love people
That's the center of the mark
Every day, through what is and is to come
When all has been said and done
We all need love
So Jesus came, a gift from the heart of God
He gave us His life because
We all need love
And the love that death could not keep in the grave
Is alive in us today
So we must live to show the world the way
REPEAT CHORUS
BRIDGE
For the world is the target
And the arrow is the cross
As we set out on this journey
Lets obey the call from the heart of God
Let us Love at any cost
Draw back your bow let love go....
Friday, May 13, 2011
I Figured It Out
What is "it"?
Driving to a real, honest to goodness, true two day weekend off in an area where I am loved, nurtured, stimulated, accepted, welcomed and the closest to "home" this weary Road Warrior has ever felt, I was hit by a realization. Okay, a few realizations! I quickly proclaimed one of them to a dear friend, knowing he would hear my YOP and KNOW what I meant instantly!
DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!
I also made a serious attempt to call, email, text and reach out to my list of friends, family, those that I mentor, to my work.... to all I could think of to be sure we are cool. I wanted to make sure there are no hard feelings, no pressing needs, and that all my loved ones know EXACTLY how I love them dearly.
It was hidden among the stuff of life. The peace and rest my soul is so gravely in need of. Some of the phone calls were funny. Some poignant. Some were mere duty. A couple of them really lifted me higher and helped right my sailboat. For this last? I thank you Angel and Nanci. You two helped me find perspective and balance tonight. Very grateful and loved right now.
Arriving at my Sunrise delivery two full hours EARLY, I am still bound to my truck until it is unloaded by the night shift. This is giving me time to listen to a cd that I adore by Tom Ameen. The cd is named "Inner Peace" and has titles such as "Reflections","First Steps", "Solace", "Truth", "The Journey", "The Road Home" and is a piano and electric violin collection that washes my soul clean of the dusty pigpen cloud of STUFF.
Blogger has been down a few days, and it is an ahhhhhhh feeling to just write loosely and surrender to the music and the magical healing powers my two outlets. With a sigh, bordering on an exhausted sob, I am finally at a stopping place. For the next two days, I get to "JUST BE" and relax into all God has for me, wherever that takes me, His timing.
This is not to say anything has been bad. I have just been pouring myself out in every way imaginable. When the truck stops rumbling beneath me, I seem to feel a rush even to get to bed, get to sleep, NOW, so I can get back up and back into the fray immediately. My waking moments, I am charging, expending. Work, people, solutions, improvements, go go go. And be sure, I am SO BLESSED to have a job I love, and people that look to me. I am but the least of these.
Anyway.... I have not shared this blog with my best friend. There is a private reason for that separation. Lately, I have been drawn closer to her again after a dry spell and when we connect, it is a balm to my heart, soul and mind. I think everyone has one or two, or a few people that they have history with. That they can simply relax into the moment and be grateful for a word, a look, a touch that bares no expectations or requirements, just be myself, in all of my strengths and weaknesses.
If I needed to sleep, undisturbed until I wake up? And if that takes a full weekend? I know I have that sanctuary with her. Sometimes, that Knowing is enough.
But by not sharing the blog, by us travelling different roads of Life, we needed at least the phone call we shared today. Forty minutes of OMG! You Go Girl, and ABSOLUTELY! How easy it is to relax into JUST BEING.
We caught up on the "days of our lives" and laughed, cried, loved. How beautiful to share that CONNECTION and I am so grateful for the technology and electronics that make miles and minutes melt away. I was lucky to spend a night at her house in this past month. Over the treasured seafood dinner, we sat near enough to touch, and I was able to express my heart regarding my Process, my search for my Passion, Purpose, my discoveries, and my healing. AWESOME!!! Heads inclined to one another, we shared testimonies and Life's Little Answers.
Tonight, when we discussed me, it was so I could vehemently declare that "I AM WHOLE"!!! I just realized that this past week!!!!! In the last quarter of 2010, I found my breath, made choices, and I was healed. In the recent transitions of my family going their separate ways more fully, I found release again.
It was during Angel's USF graduation that I noticed that I was a spectator, not a facilitator. I was invited, but not consulted. I was welcome, but not required. I was free to come and go as I will, and not check in. I was rewarded, but not responsible.
Until you have been in that moment? You have no idea how LIBERATING this was to me!!!! I will always be the ex-wife, Mom,, and Nana J, etc. Certainly, I am free to be my own person, and as long as I do not hurt another? I am free to try, to discover, to process, to accept, to fail, to triumph for MYSELF!
(Oh yes!!! "I AM"!!!! Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Over the months of Process that writing, music, following my breath, praying, seeking, finding I have had such relief and feel such a release of the chains of traditions, prejudices, experiences that held me bound and subject for my life to this point.
AMAZING!!!
A life of prior conditioning had me under the cloud of the lie that I was less-than.... it is with observing the presents Life is setting before me, the courage to tug on the ribbon, and accepting what now sits before my wondering gaze, that I am trying new ways of taking great care of myself.
It is just me now. It is up to me to be good to myself. To honor and be grateful to my body. To take care of it. To love it, and meet its needs. That falls under health, nourishment, rest, exercise, and tender loving care by way of touch, and concern for my well-being. New grounds for me. I pray for patience to follow this course with gratitude and grace that has been placed before me.
There is a change in the air! An excitement! My Passionate Purpose is to teach! By obeying this, I am serving and giving to others in the full powers of my potential and abilities. I see new doors in the hallway. Eager to try a few. Asking for courage to walk in when the doorknob turns in my hand.
Ready now to observe a full two days of rest, recharge, restoration I am going to breathe in, then let go.
Let go of my worries. Let go of control. Let go of the past. Let go of what is no longer serving me. Let go of fears. Let go of prejudices. Let go of judgements. Let go of concern of what other think or want for me.
This is my life, my weekend. I am ready to seize the Present gratefully and prepare for the gifts the Future brings.
And dance.
Laugh.
Love.
Serve.
Sing.
Seek.
Discover.
Embarking in joy,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Driving to a real, honest to goodness, true two day weekend off in an area where I am loved, nurtured, stimulated, accepted, welcomed and the closest to "home" this weary Road Warrior has ever felt, I was hit by a realization. Okay, a few realizations! I quickly proclaimed one of them to a dear friend, knowing he would hear my YOP and KNOW what I meant instantly!
I NEED TO DANCE!!
DANCE FOR THE SHEER JOY OF BEING ALIVE!
WORSHIP TO GOD IN THE WAY HE CREATED ME.
EXPRESS MY LOVE FOR HIM!
I also made a serious attempt to call, email, text and reach out to my list of friends, family, those that I mentor, to my work.... to all I could think of to be sure we are cool. I wanted to make sure there are no hard feelings, no pressing needs, and that all my loved ones know EXACTLY how I love them dearly.
It was hidden among the stuff of life. The peace and rest my soul is so gravely in need of. Some of the phone calls were funny. Some poignant. Some were mere duty. A couple of them really lifted me higher and helped right my sailboat. For this last? I thank you Angel and Nanci. You two helped me find perspective and balance tonight. Very grateful and loved right now.
Arriving at my Sunrise delivery two full hours EARLY, I am still bound to my truck until it is unloaded by the night shift. This is giving me time to listen to a cd that I adore by Tom Ameen. The cd is named "Inner Peace" and has titles such as "Reflections","First Steps", "Solace", "Truth", "The Journey", "The Road Home" and is a piano and electric violin collection that washes my soul clean of the dusty pigpen cloud of STUFF.
Blogger has been down a few days, and it is an ahhhhhhh feeling to just write loosely and surrender to the music and the magical healing powers my two outlets. With a sigh, bordering on an exhausted sob, I am finally at a stopping place. For the next two days, I get to "JUST BE" and relax into all God has for me, wherever that takes me, His timing.
Perfect in its imperfection.
This is not to say anything has been bad. I have just been pouring myself out in every way imaginable. When the truck stops rumbling beneath me, I seem to feel a rush even to get to bed, get to sleep, NOW, so I can get back up and back into the fray immediately. My waking moments, I am charging, expending. Work, people, solutions, improvements, go go go. And be sure, I am SO BLESSED to have a job I love, and people that look to me. I am but the least of these.
Anyway.... I have not shared this blog with my best friend. There is a private reason for that separation. Lately, I have been drawn closer to her again after a dry spell and when we connect, it is a balm to my heart, soul and mind. I think everyone has one or two, or a few people that they have history with. That they can simply relax into the moment and be grateful for a word, a look, a touch that bares no expectations or requirements, just be myself, in all of my strengths and weaknesses.
If I needed to sleep, undisturbed until I wake up? And if that takes a full weekend? I know I have that sanctuary with her. Sometimes, that Knowing is enough.
But by not sharing the blog, by us travelling different roads of Life, we needed at least the phone call we shared today. Forty minutes of OMG! You Go Girl, and ABSOLUTELY! How easy it is to relax into JUST BEING.
We caught up on the "days of our lives" and laughed, cried, loved. How beautiful to share that CONNECTION and I am so grateful for the technology and electronics that make miles and minutes melt away. I was lucky to spend a night at her house in this past month. Over the treasured seafood dinner, we sat near enough to touch, and I was able to express my heart regarding my Process, my search for my Passion, Purpose, my discoveries, and my healing. AWESOME!!! Heads inclined to one another, we shared testimonies and Life's Little Answers.
Tonight, when we discussed me, it was so I could vehemently declare that "I AM WHOLE"!!! I just realized that this past week!!!!! In the last quarter of 2010, I found my breath, made choices, and I was healed. In the recent transitions of my family going their separate ways more fully, I found release again.
It was during Angel's USF graduation that I noticed that I was a spectator, not a facilitator. I was invited, but not consulted. I was welcome, but not required. I was free to come and go as I will, and not check in. I was rewarded, but not responsible.
Until you have been in that moment? You have no idea how LIBERATING this was to me!!!! I will always be the ex-wife, Mom,, and Nana J, etc. Certainly, I am free to be my own person, and as long as I do not hurt another? I am free to try, to discover, to process, to accept, to fail, to triumph for MYSELF!
I AM WHOLE!!!
(Oh yes!!! "I AM"!!!! Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Over the months of Process that writing, music, following my breath, praying, seeking, finding I have had such relief and feel such a release of the chains of traditions, prejudices, experiences that held me bound and subject for my life to this point.
I AM FREE TO CHOOSE!!!
AMAZING!!!
A life of prior conditioning had me under the cloud of the lie that I was less-than.... it is with observing the presents Life is setting before me, the courage to tug on the ribbon, and accepting what now sits before my wondering gaze, that I am trying new ways of taking great care of myself.
It is just me now. It is up to me to be good to myself. To honor and be grateful to my body. To take care of it. To love it, and meet its needs. That falls under health, nourishment, rest, exercise, and tender loving care by way of touch, and concern for my well-being. New grounds for me. I pray for patience to follow this course with gratitude and grace that has been placed before me.
There is a change in the air! An excitement! My Passionate Purpose is to teach! By obeying this, I am serving and giving to others in the full powers of my potential and abilities. I see new doors in the hallway. Eager to try a few. Asking for courage to walk in when the doorknob turns in my hand.
Ready now to observe a full two days of rest, recharge, restoration I am going to breathe in, then let go.
Let go of my worries. Let go of control. Let go of the past. Let go of what is no longer serving me. Let go of fears. Let go of prejudices. Let go of judgements. Let go of concern of what other think or want for me.
This is my life, my weekend. I am ready to seize the Present gratefully and prepare for the gifts the Future brings.
And dance.
Laugh.
Love.
Serve.
Sing.
Seek.
Discover.
Embarking in joy,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Sunday, May 1, 2011
What An AWESOME Day Of Rest!
Today was finally THE day I had been hoping for! I have worked non-stop, no direct days off duty for several weeks in a row! I have been working out of my region, and been exposed to all the Southern storm ravaged areas, extreme fluctuations of weather, off the interstate driving (GREAT in a car or on motorcycle, VERY nerve racking in an 18 wheeler!!!), semi truck break downs, family stress and many more personal areas that just kept me weary and on edge. I had to give in to a few crying spells, and I spent alot of time alone in prayers, meditations and reflections.
TODAY, typically, a Sunday is a church day for me. This is critical to who I am. It is amazing to worship and share energy and testimony with a body of like believers! However, yes, I had this afternoon "off duty". But I drove 310 miles to get here under a load.
Finally! Set the brake on the Jacksonville Terminal yard about 2pm, bobtail, off duty until sometime Monday. I turned down more gig offers for today. I had a secret. I had an appointment for a MASSAGE!
WOW!!! Let me say it again, WOW! 90 minutes Swedish massage, specifically I requested a deeper, firmer touch. Lavendar aromatherapy, reflexology, with a large portion of the time focussing on my tight "driver muscle" areas of neck, shoulders, and lower back. Loved the scented oils slicked all over me, and the sensual, loving touch!!!
As a matter of fact? I loved it so much I bought MYSELF a Mother's Day gift. I prepaid for another 90 minute massage, with 3 elevations : Hot Stone Massage”, with our Hot-Towel/Cold Stone Face Massage and Sugar Foot Scrub, The gift she will remember forever, our Mom’s Melt Away which takes her away with a 90 minute massage and all 3 of our Elevations (listed above). Every Mother’s Day package features our Signature “Relax” Aromatherapy – a soothing blend of Lavender, Grapefruit, and Ylang Ylang.
I will make an appointment in the future to redeem this generous gift to myself. See? I am a mother. But I will be spending Mother's Day 2011 by myself. My two daughters will be reuniting in Colorado. What a WONDERFUL gift to this mother's heart to know that Uncle Michael, Angel, Alisha, and Jeremiah will be making headway along the Reunion, Reconcilliation, Reconnect pathways!!!! I could not be happier or more at peace!
At this point in my life, the time cycle has come full circle. I have family that are all about their own business. It is up to me to take care of my own needs, wants and desires. Thus, the gift of massage. If you know me, you know how hard the original decison to spend my money on myself is. Yet, I am pleased with my choice today!!! I deserve this time of paying someone to lovingly care for me and my body.
After I was limp and relaxed, I walked to a pond with a 2 fountains. There I sat in meditation pose, soft focus on the misty spray, soaking in the gentle 6pm North Florida sunlight, and enjoying a few birds walking around the shoreline. The next gift to me was a 40 minute phone call with my Angel.
Suddenly, I realized the new Madea movie was out, and I was in the plaza with a 20 screen theater. I jumped up and raced over. While in line for my ticket, I noticed the Fast and Furious Five!!! WOW!!! THAT WAS PERFECT!!! I got my adrenaline, humor, sexy men and FAST CARS fix!!! the auditorium was almost packed, and with a room full of strangers we travelled around the world and cheered on the cast we have grown to love over the years!!! WHAT A GREAT ADDITION TO MY JAN-DAY!!!
Now, I am relaxed, psyched, and ready to sleep deeply cuddled up next to my newest acqusition, a body pillow making its maiden snooze with me tonight.
Tomorrow may come, and will take care of itself. I spent several hours on myself, enjoying the revitalization that comes only from obeying "A Day Of Rest".
Peacefully smiling,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
TODAY, typically, a Sunday is a church day for me. This is critical to who I am. It is amazing to worship and share energy and testimony with a body of like believers! However, yes, I had this afternoon "off duty". But I drove 310 miles to get here under a load.
Finally! Set the brake on the Jacksonville Terminal yard about 2pm, bobtail, off duty until sometime Monday. I turned down more gig offers for today. I had a secret. I had an appointment for a MASSAGE!
WOW!!! Let me say it again, WOW! 90 minutes Swedish massage, specifically I requested a deeper, firmer touch. Lavendar aromatherapy, reflexology, with a large portion of the time focussing on my tight "driver muscle" areas of neck, shoulders, and lower back. Loved the scented oils slicked all over me, and the sensual, loving touch!!!
As a matter of fact? I loved it so much I bought MYSELF a Mother's Day gift. I prepaid for another 90 minute massage, with 3 elevations : Hot Stone Massage”, with our Hot-Towel/Cold Stone Face Massage and Sugar Foot Scrub, The gift she will remember forever, our Mom’s Melt Away which takes her away with a 90 minute massage and all 3 of our Elevations (listed above). Every Mother’s Day package features our Signature “Relax” Aromatherapy – a soothing blend of Lavender, Grapefruit, and Ylang Ylang.
I will make an appointment in the future to redeem this generous gift to myself. See? I am a mother. But I will be spending Mother's Day 2011 by myself. My two daughters will be reuniting in Colorado. What a WONDERFUL gift to this mother's heart to know that Uncle Michael, Angel, Alisha, and Jeremiah will be making headway along the Reunion, Reconcilliation, Reconnect pathways!!!! I could not be happier or more at peace!
At this point in my life, the time cycle has come full circle. I have family that are all about their own business. It is up to me to take care of my own needs, wants and desires. Thus, the gift of massage. If you know me, you know how hard the original decison to spend my money on myself is. Yet, I am pleased with my choice today!!! I deserve this time of paying someone to lovingly care for me and my body.
After I was limp and relaxed, I walked to a pond with a 2 fountains. There I sat in meditation pose, soft focus on the misty spray, soaking in the gentle 6pm North Florida sunlight, and enjoying a few birds walking around the shoreline. The next gift to me was a 40 minute phone call with my Angel.
Suddenly, I realized the new Madea movie was out, and I was in the plaza with a 20 screen theater. I jumped up and raced over. While in line for my ticket, I noticed the Fast and Furious Five!!! WOW!!! THAT WAS PERFECT!!! I got my adrenaline, humor, sexy men and FAST CARS fix!!! the auditorium was almost packed, and with a room full of strangers we travelled around the world and cheered on the cast we have grown to love over the years!!! WHAT A GREAT ADDITION TO MY JAN-DAY!!!
Now, I am relaxed, psyched, and ready to sleep deeply cuddled up next to my newest acqusition, a body pillow making its maiden snooze with me tonight.
Tomorrow may come, and will take care of itself. I spent several hours on myself, enjoying the revitalization that comes only from obeying "A Day Of Rest".
Peacefully smiling,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Saying YES, Let's Roll
In eight days, my oldest daughter will be graduating USF with a Bachelor's degree. Not sure what it is called. It is in Music and is a four year degree. She will be achieving this milestone with many honors, extra sashes, tassels, cords and acclaim. I am SO PROUD OF HER and can bust my buttons!
Her decision to graduate now with one complete degree is bittersweet. She has already invested an additional three years of year round classes towards a Bachelor's in American Sign Language Interpreting. She is dropping that program for the time being with only 10-12 credit hours left to completion. As her Mom? I am concerned that she has run up extra debt and may not ever make it back to finish the degree? Angel loved the work and found her niche in this world. The second degree is the one that she could become certified in to work in her field.
This is another chapter, though, that as her Mom, I am writing today, as I blog here. It is more of previous refrains of "letting go". Empty Nest occured with all of its storms and tearing assunder several years ago. Angel moved away to college May 2005. Alisha moved to live with her Dad and to attend college in May of 2006.
No stranger to letting people in and out of my life. Some of them, we are bound by blood ties. History. Sometimes we have a close bond that we developed past the familial links. Other instances, men and women come in, and like revolving doors, they exit. It may be a period of minutes? Or years? When I take inventory today, my truck is empty. My car sits idle. My belongings are in a storage unit that I am growing tired of paying to maintain.
As Angel's Mom, I am willing to dig in the pitons and provide her living expenses, share her financial burdens, and stand behind her so she can finish the degree while she is on a roll. As her Mom, I also have to accept that July 25, 2010 "a man shall leave his mother, a woman leave her home, and they shall travel on to where the two shall be as one." Angel and her husband Aaron made their decisons based on what they feel is right for them, for the current time. They didn't ask anyone to help. They made choices, set about making life course changes and then informed me of the way things were to be.
Angel and I share one of those extra bonds I mention. We are friends as well as mother daughter. It was a bit tense as she worked out the kinks in her newfound backbone when she "called to inform me". She phrased it in a way that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up cold, "you can say what you like, but my decison is made and you will not be changing it." Very unusual for Angel or I to talk that way to one another. Bordering on disrespect.
The blessing is that the changes wrought in me in this past season, specifically this past year, prepared me to be able to absorb that attitude, and rock with it before responding. I am proud of myself. I took it in, and was able to divorce my emotions from my responses by telling myself "It's not personal. Be proud of Angel. Hear her out. Find ways to CELEBRATE her life, and do this NOW!!!"
A few people in my life's circle have given me HUGE gifts,,,, no judgements, forgiveness, tolerance, patience, and the proverbial arms to fall back on. Call it what you will. I have experienced so much unconditional "love" that has been acted out towards me as a person? The timing is everything. I was prepared to respond to Angel in her hour of need in kind. What a different outcome a year makes!!!!!!!!!! Grateful to my friends! The ones that love, care, respect and nuture the good in me.
Within the space of the extras breaths I took in during the initial phone call, I was able to shift and turn my daughter's news to accentuating the Positive. She hung up telling me she was relieved, she expected a different response. (I know, remember the hairs on the back of my neck? She almost got a different response, LOL.) It is cool to me that I was able to see that Angel felt SAFE with me, that she was trying her bravery out with the one person she feels safe to do so. She gave me a gift. And one day, she will be able to see that also.
Angel and Aaron - Alisha and Tony, their choices free me up to make choices for myself. Yeah, yeah, I will ALWAYS be the mom. But I make career and lifestyle choices based on what is authentic to me. Recently, Angel spoke to me, then wrote out an affirmation from her to me. She was acknowledging that "although she may not like somethings I do, and may have chosen differently for herself, her responsibility is to accept this as MY choice to make."
How quickly this gets mirrored back to a daughter who had a "growing up" revelation of the separation of mother- daughter-friend. Within a space of weeks, I was called to remember the wisdom from the mouths of babes and extend that same grace back to Angel as a reflection of the gift of light she shone towards me just a short time ago.
A wise friend, from a distant Time Zone and shoreline wrote months ago, and recently reiterated, "I have come to realize that everyone has a God and that I am not it." Now, this friend and I have not met in person. Funny how the people we align ourselves with via prayers, blessings, and gratitude can bring such moments of clarity, stillness and peace into a turbulent time, if only in my own thoughts. Then in a single shock of a phone call, I can pause, breathe and make a shift. Recent training prepared me. Her direction has tempered my subsequent communications with Angel over the last few weeks as we makes arrangements to have a Jubilee to CELEBRATE her milestones and life accomplishments.
As I make the conscious decison to let go of areas I have not actually had the controlling reins of in many years, I am feeling freedom. New spaces are opening up in my heart and mind. I feel the freedom. The power. The gift to CHOOSE how I respond to these changes that I was not ready for.
No one asked me if I was ready. That is not a common question when someone is going to leave. You don't often hear "Are you ready for me to leave and rock your world?" People just come and go and do what they feel is right for themselves at that moment. Even blindsided, it's up to me how I respond.
Today, weeks and months into a personal growth and trimming period? I am saying, "Let's Roll. What's next!?" This week alone has already handed me gifts of new and of old offerings revisited. Especially where my career is concerned. It seems I may be getting a second chance to try some things. I am scared. I am excited. I am ready now, in case you are asking.
Big grin,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Her decision to graduate now with one complete degree is bittersweet. She has already invested an additional three years of year round classes towards a Bachelor's in American Sign Language Interpreting. She is dropping that program for the time being with only 10-12 credit hours left to completion. As her Mom? I am concerned that she has run up extra debt and may not ever make it back to finish the degree? Angel loved the work and found her niche in this world. The second degree is the one that she could become certified in to work in her field.
This is another chapter, though, that as her Mom, I am writing today, as I blog here. It is more of previous refrains of "letting go". Empty Nest occured with all of its storms and tearing assunder several years ago. Angel moved away to college May 2005. Alisha moved to live with her Dad and to attend college in May of 2006.
No stranger to letting people in and out of my life. Some of them, we are bound by blood ties. History. Sometimes we have a close bond that we developed past the familial links. Other instances, men and women come in, and like revolving doors, they exit. It may be a period of minutes? Or years? When I take inventory today, my truck is empty. My car sits idle. My belongings are in a storage unit that I am growing tired of paying to maintain.
As Angel's Mom, I am willing to dig in the pitons and provide her living expenses, share her financial burdens, and stand behind her so she can finish the degree while she is on a roll. As her Mom, I also have to accept that July 25, 2010 "a man shall leave his mother, a woman leave her home, and they shall travel on to where the two shall be as one." Angel and her husband Aaron made their decisons based on what they feel is right for them, for the current time. They didn't ask anyone to help. They made choices, set about making life course changes and then informed me of the way things were to be.
Angel and I share one of those extra bonds I mention. We are friends as well as mother daughter. It was a bit tense as she worked out the kinks in her newfound backbone when she "called to inform me". She phrased it in a way that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up cold, "you can say what you like, but my decison is made and you will not be changing it." Very unusual for Angel or I to talk that way to one another. Bordering on disrespect.
The blessing is that the changes wrought in me in this past season, specifically this past year, prepared me to be able to absorb that attitude, and rock with it before responding. I am proud of myself. I took it in, and was able to divorce my emotions from my responses by telling myself "It's not personal. Be proud of Angel. Hear her out. Find ways to CELEBRATE her life, and do this NOW!!!"
A few people in my life's circle have given me HUGE gifts,,,, no judgements, forgiveness, tolerance, patience, and the proverbial arms to fall back on. Call it what you will. I have experienced so much unconditional "love" that has been acted out towards me as a person? The timing is everything. I was prepared to respond to Angel in her hour of need in kind. What a different outcome a year makes!!!!!!!!!! Grateful to my friends! The ones that love, care, respect and nuture the good in me.
Within the space of the extras breaths I took in during the initial phone call, I was able to shift and turn my daughter's news to accentuating the Positive. She hung up telling me she was relieved, she expected a different response. (I know, remember the hairs on the back of my neck? She almost got a different response, LOL.) It is cool to me that I was able to see that Angel felt SAFE with me, that she was trying her bravery out with the one person she feels safe to do so. She gave me a gift. And one day, she will be able to see that also.
Angel and Aaron - Alisha and Tony, their choices free me up to make choices for myself. Yeah, yeah, I will ALWAYS be the mom. But I make career and lifestyle choices based on what is authentic to me. Recently, Angel spoke to me, then wrote out an affirmation from her to me. She was acknowledging that "although she may not like somethings I do, and may have chosen differently for herself, her responsibility is to accept this as MY choice to make."
How quickly this gets mirrored back to a daughter who had a "growing up" revelation of the separation of mother- daughter-friend. Within a space of weeks, I was called to remember the wisdom from the mouths of babes and extend that same grace back to Angel as a reflection of the gift of light she shone towards me just a short time ago.
A wise friend, from a distant Time Zone and shoreline wrote months ago, and recently reiterated, "I have come to realize that everyone has a God and that I am not it." Now, this friend and I have not met in person. Funny how the people we align ourselves with via prayers, blessings, and gratitude can bring such moments of clarity, stillness and peace into a turbulent time, if only in my own thoughts. Then in a single shock of a phone call, I can pause, breathe and make a shift. Recent training prepared me. Her direction has tempered my subsequent communications with Angel over the last few weeks as we makes arrangements to have a Jubilee to CELEBRATE her milestones and life accomplishments.
As I make the conscious decison to let go of areas I have not actually had the controlling reins of in many years, I am feeling freedom. New spaces are opening up in my heart and mind. I feel the freedom. The power. The gift to CHOOSE how I respond to these changes that I was not ready for.
No one asked me if I was ready. That is not a common question when someone is going to leave. You don't often hear "Are you ready for me to leave and rock your world?" People just come and go and do what they feel is right for themselves at that moment. Even blindsided, it's up to me how I respond.
Today, weeks and months into a personal growth and trimming period? I am saying, "Let's Roll. What's next!?" This week alone has already handed me gifts of new and of old offerings revisited. Especially where my career is concerned. It seems I may be getting a second chance to try some things. I am scared. I am excited. I am ready now, in case you are asking.
Big grin,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Friday, April 22, 2011
A Reminder To Self
I feel led to share this again. Mostly to myself.
Having done all to stand, stand therefore....
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Attitude of Gratitude
Simply GRATEFUL.
My health. My friends. The capacity to love. Music. Angel. Alisha. For compassionate Daddy/God hugs. For my heavenly daddy and for his lap and snuggles. Writing. My job as a driver. For teaching. For Aaron for Angel. For Tony for Alisha. For Jeremiah. For cell phones. For pictures. For emails. For tears that fall and wash my eyes. For tears that sit in my chest and ache.My own Inner Drum. For funny movies, videos. Alan. Mark. Nanci. Rob. Allison. Isaac. Pastor. Rick. Brian. Peter. Theresa. Terry. Charlie. Erin. Rebekah. Michael. East - West coast. North-South. Worldwide. Time.
For my Inspirationators. Inspirationators. Inspirationators.
For the sleep i got last night. For waking up today with this list going over and over in my head. For baseball. For trombones. For guitars. For trains. For finding old friends that I was close to. For building up friends that were acquaintances. For new connections. For people I will meet today.
Freedom.
For whistling. Humming. Grooving. Dancing. Breathing. Meditating. Praying. Reading. Learning. Dreaming. Stretching. Growing.
For songs that get stuck in my head. For dreams with songs. For the new song in my heart. Singing to the angels. Singing out loud. Passion. Life is a song.
For hope. For revelations. For change. For Empty Nest. For my divorce. For Lewis moving on. For my mistakes. For God's forgiveness.
For my forgiving others. Loving others. Caring for others. Reaching out to others. Encouraging others. Assisting others. Connecting others.
Gifts of service. Giving mail, cards, notes. Calling a Stranger by their name. Holding the door open. Extra tip for service. Paying for a stranger's meal. Anonymous. Quiet. On the Down Low.
For the glow. For the light. For the shine. For the bounce. For the sparkle. For the zest. For the crackle. For the enthusiasm. For the joy! For the happy!
For hair. Skin. Senses. Organs. Hands. Feet. Head. Heart. Emotions. Feelings. Wild. Tame. Brilliant. Awesome. Amazing. Gifts. Touch.Texture. Exploration. Curiosity. Discoveries. Sensations. Warm. Hot. Cool. Wet. Trembling. Quivering. Shocking. Knowing. Giving. Receiving. Trying.
Brown paper bags. Depths. Reaches. Shallow. Desire.
For smiles - Of laughter. Of puzzle. Of knowing. Of questioning. Of reassurance. Of tolerance. Of hope. Of dreaming. Of trying. Of pain. Of success. Of failure. Of setback. Of getting up again. Of new ideas. Of revelation. Of inspiration. Of relief. Of the light bulb going on. Of the siren screaming. Of jokes. Of being impish and fun. Of silly. Of goofy. Of lighting up a room. Of lightening a heart. Of love. Of pleasure. Of affection. Of peace. Of knowledge.
For my questions. For my answers. For my puzzles. For my incessant rambling. For my desires. For my curiosity. For my hunger.
For pain. For being alive. For feeling everything so deeply. For being raw. Transparent. Unable to hide. Open. Available. Independence.
For space. For echoes. For void. For whispers. For too much space. For crowding. For vacant, painful space. For fresh space. For things to protect the space. For things to fill the space. For people. Laughter. Love. Suffocating silence. Agony of alone. Cherish alone. Peace. Contrast and Congruence.
For conception. For Process. For birth. For miracle. For wonder. For awe. For death. For pain.
For Addy and Meeshu. Misty and Feylin. Alayna. Ally. Anna. Geo.
For indoor restrooms and the people that pee on them.
For people that listen. For people that stay. For people that leave. For people that pass through for a reason. For angels.
For compassion. For patience. For kindness. For tenderness. For affection. For attraction. For gentleness. For thoughtfulness. For empathy. For solace. For mercy. For grace. For redemption. For more chances than I deserve.
For thunderstorms that rock and sway. For snow and ice. For blue skies and no clouds. For white puffy, 7 minute frosting clouds. For being an optimist. For hope. For belief. For rainbows. For shades of color unimaginable. Birds. Stars.
For mistakes. For lessons. For loss. For opportunities. For blessings. For favor. For heights. For depths. For loneliness. For silence. For giggles. For squeals. For sleepless nights. For heart pain. For mind pain. For body pain. For Soul anguish. For Intercession. For the battle. For warfare. For victory. For defeat. For losing a battle, but winning the war. For drive. For getting back up. For not quitting. For not giving up.
For surviving.
For mom. For dad. For fishing. For reading. For hiking. For lakes! For oceans. For books.
For gardens. For hammocks. For loungers. For sweet iced tea. For swaying boats. For mists that rise. For splashes. For tugs. For front porch swings. For rear porch swings. For rocking chairs and gliders. For ropes. For ladders. For bridges.
For locked doors. For iron. For dungeons. For stairways. For light. For Opportunities. For open doors and windows. For courage. For discernment. For faith. For trying. For door knobs. For dragons. For the Prince.
For reconciliation. For walls. For armor.For castles. For bridges. For inroads. For offerings. For openings. For chinks. For weapons. For mercy. For chances. For forgetting. For letting go. For being vulnerable. For being gentle with others. For whispers. For roars. For whoops. For unspoken. For LOOKS. For eyes, oh! For the eyes. For touch.
For bounty. Plenty. Abundance. Overflow. Gifts. Sharing. Space. Simplicity. Echoes. Radar.
For tremulous hope.
For TRIUMPH!
For people that stay. That withstand. That hold. That last. That care. That listen. That read. That keep their silence. That answer back. That share. That suggest. That forebear. That KNOW. That are clueless. That try. That walk away. That hang in there. That come back. That have years with me. That have only minutes. Those that pass through my life for a time, a season, a reason.
For miracles. For new birth. For new beginnings. For past. For old ways. Old traditions. For heritage. For roots. For new trails yet to blaze. For excitement. For Adventure. For mountains. Valleys. Plateaus. Rocks. Holes. Pits. Canyons. Deserts. Dust. Lush. Curves. Detours. No Wrong Turns. Construction zones. Chasms. The abyss. Shorelines. Tides. Anchors. Moorings. Buoys. Lighthouses.
For anyone that reads this.
For me.
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Having done all to stand, stand therefore....
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Attitude of Gratitude
Simply GRATEFUL.
My health. My friends. The capacity to love. Music. Angel. Alisha. For compassionate Daddy/God hugs. For my heavenly daddy and for his lap and snuggles. Writing. My job as a driver. For teaching. For Aaron for Angel. For Tony for Alisha. For Jeremiah. For cell phones. For pictures. For emails. For tears that fall and wash my eyes. For tears that sit in my chest and ache.My own Inner Drum. For funny movies, videos. Alan. Mark. Nanci. Rob. Allison. Isaac. Pastor. Rick. Brian. Peter. Theresa. Terry. Charlie. Erin. Rebekah. Michael. East - West coast. North-South. Worldwide. Time.
For my Inspirationators. Inspirationators. Inspirationators.
For the sleep i got last night. For waking up today with this list going over and over in my head. For baseball. For trombones. For guitars. For trains. For finding old friends that I was close to. For building up friends that were acquaintances. For new connections. For people I will meet today.
Freedom.
For whistling. Humming. Grooving. Dancing. Breathing. Meditating. Praying. Reading. Learning. Dreaming. Stretching. Growing.
For songs that get stuck in my head. For dreams with songs. For the new song in my heart. Singing to the angels. Singing out loud. Passion. Life is a song.
For hope. For revelations. For change. For Empty Nest. For my divorce. For Lewis moving on. For my mistakes. For God's forgiveness.
For my forgiving others. Loving others. Caring for others. Reaching out to others. Encouraging others. Assisting others. Connecting others.
Gifts of service. Giving mail, cards, notes. Calling a Stranger by their name. Holding the door open. Extra tip for service. Paying for a stranger's meal. Anonymous. Quiet. On the Down Low.
For the glow. For the light. For the shine. For the bounce. For the sparkle. For the zest. For the crackle. For the enthusiasm. For the joy! For the happy!
For hair. Skin. Senses. Organs. Hands. Feet. Head. Heart. Emotions. Feelings. Wild. Tame. Brilliant. Awesome. Amazing. Gifts. Touch.Texture. Exploration. Curiosity. Discoveries. Sensations. Warm. Hot. Cool. Wet. Trembling. Quivering. Shocking. Knowing. Giving. Receiving. Trying.
Brown paper bags. Depths. Reaches. Shallow. Desire.
For smiles - Of laughter. Of puzzle. Of knowing. Of questioning. Of reassurance. Of tolerance. Of hope. Of dreaming. Of trying. Of pain. Of success. Of failure. Of setback. Of getting up again. Of new ideas. Of revelation. Of inspiration. Of relief. Of the light bulb going on. Of the siren screaming. Of jokes. Of being impish and fun. Of silly. Of goofy. Of lighting up a room. Of lightening a heart. Of love. Of pleasure. Of affection. Of peace. Of knowledge.
For my questions. For my answers. For my puzzles. For my incessant rambling. For my desires. For my curiosity. For my hunger.
For pain. For being alive. For feeling everything so deeply. For being raw. Transparent. Unable to hide. Open. Available. Independence.
For space. For echoes. For void. For whispers. For too much space. For crowding. For vacant, painful space. For fresh space. For things to protect the space. For things to fill the space. For people. Laughter. Love. Suffocating silence. Agony of alone. Cherish alone. Peace. Contrast and Congruence.
For conception. For Process. For birth. For miracle. For wonder. For awe. For death. For pain.
For Addy and Meeshu. Misty and Feylin. Alayna. Ally. Anna. Geo.
For indoor restrooms and the people that pee on them.
For people that listen. For people that stay. For people that leave. For people that pass through for a reason. For angels.
For compassion. For patience. For kindness. For tenderness. For affection. For attraction. For gentleness. For thoughtfulness. For empathy. For solace. For mercy. For grace. For redemption. For more chances than I deserve.
For thunderstorms that rock and sway. For snow and ice. For blue skies and no clouds. For white puffy, 7 minute frosting clouds. For being an optimist. For hope. For belief. For rainbows. For shades of color unimaginable. Birds. Stars.
For mistakes. For lessons. For loss. For opportunities. For blessings. For favor. For heights. For depths. For loneliness. For silence. For giggles. For squeals. For sleepless nights. For heart pain. For mind pain. For body pain. For Soul anguish. For Intercession. For the battle. For warfare. For victory. For defeat. For losing a battle, but winning the war. For drive. For getting back up. For not quitting. For not giving up.
For surviving.
For mom. For dad. For fishing. For reading. For hiking. For lakes! For oceans. For books.
For gardens. For hammocks. For loungers. For sweet iced tea. For swaying boats. For mists that rise. For splashes. For tugs. For front porch swings. For rear porch swings. For rocking chairs and gliders. For ropes. For ladders. For bridges.
For locked doors. For iron. For dungeons. For stairways. For light. For Opportunities. For open doors and windows. For courage. For discernment. For faith. For trying. For door knobs. For dragons. For the Prince.
For reconciliation. For walls. For armor.For castles. For bridges. For inroads. For offerings. For openings. For chinks. For weapons. For mercy. For chances. For forgetting. For letting go. For being vulnerable. For being gentle with others. For whispers. For roars. For whoops. For unspoken. For LOOKS. For eyes, oh! For the eyes. For touch.
For bounty. Plenty. Abundance. Overflow. Gifts. Sharing. Space. Simplicity. Echoes. Radar.
For tremulous hope.
For TRIUMPH!
For people that stay. That withstand. That hold. That last. That care. That listen. That read. That keep their silence. That answer back. That share. That suggest. That forebear. That KNOW. That are clueless. That try. That walk away. That hang in there. That come back. That have years with me. That have only minutes. Those that pass through my life for a time, a season, a reason.
For miracles. For new birth. For new beginnings. For past. For old ways. Old traditions. For heritage. For roots. For new trails yet to blaze. For excitement. For Adventure. For mountains. Valleys. Plateaus. Rocks. Holes. Pits. Canyons. Deserts. Dust. Lush. Curves. Detours. No Wrong Turns. Construction zones. Chasms. The abyss. Shorelines. Tides. Anchors. Moorings. Buoys. Lighthouses.
For anyone that reads this.
For me.
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
WOW Worship? Yes, I Will!
Reminded today, that I who have so MUCH,, give so little. And my friends,who had so little,,, gave me SO MUCH.
My 20oth Blog Post since opening this site on October 4, 2010!
Dear Donna Hanner, those of us left behind yet a little while miss you something fierce. I hug Jim every time I see him, and he clings to me. Almost a year has gone by, and he weeps still.
Today, it is a new day full of hope and promise. I have your cd. I want to ask you, where you are in heaven? Will you join me in a song today? I will sing from here. Between us??
"LET THE GLORY OF THE LORD RISE AMONG US, LET IT RISE!!!!"
Tuesday was a bit of a transition for me. I had to face the reality that, like it or not, a Change had taken place. I had to pick up with what I had available to me and go forward. This was an emotional time.
I’m referring to the time had come for me to shop to replace necessary items that had been taken in the theft. It’s been a couple of weeks. The theft itself has had time to sink in. I made peace with my insecurity fears. I made a list of missing items, sent it in via email to the Heartland Express Channels. It was swept under the rug. No one even wants to talk about it with me. My car is paid for, so I only carry FL requirements of liability. I don’t own a home or rent an apartment. No insurance in other words.
The Schrade Old Timer knife my Dad gave me upon my gradutaion from Electronics school, my daughter’s backpacks, and the digital camera card with Angel’s wedding and Jeremiah’s new birth? Will never be replaced.
Some items were important to the daily function of my truck. Tools, a Commercial Vehicle Operator’s atlas, cleaning supplies (those add up), even scissors and tape had to be replaced.
I work hard to keep a positive attitude. I don’t need much for myself of my money usually, so I give it away as people need it. To have to ring up a big ticket to replace what I already invested in once? Was painful.
After a nap, I went back to work. I was organizing my truck while I waited to be loaded at a Shaw’s plant in Andalusia, AL. I came across a gift. I write this now, abashed and humbled.
There was a middle aged couple from my church, Jim and Donna Hanner. They were both bent over with physical injuries. A bit hard to get to know, especially Donna was a bit of a crusty curmudegeon. Yet, Countless times, God led me to them to pray in the altar. I would request permission, and lay hands on Donna’s hip, knee, feet.
My church has an annual picnic in March. There is a photographic taken of Donna, leaning on her cane, talking to me as I manned the massive grill in 2010. Her husband, Jim, bent over almost in half and his neck crooked, stands, as he always does, right by Donna's side.
In May '10, Donna stumbled. She got back up, but had a “catch” in her abdomen area. On their way to church she told Jim, “You better take me to the ER. Something’s wrong.”
Donna had advanced cancer from her lungs, stomach, all the organs and linings in the front of her abdomen!!!!
For a week, I was OTR and unable to get in to town. Hospitals are NOT my thing at all!! Yet, God asked me to go see Donna. When I went,, she was making jokes with the nurses, drifting in and out of consciousness. Jim and I talked a lot that day. I knew he ADORED her. I found out there as a visitor to her bedside, that Jim and Donna both were pilots, and that Donna had been a competitive dancer, before she broke her hip and knee.
Jim cried a lot,,, I reached over to touch him a lot. I held them both a lot. Their 3 children were not there right then to visit them. Our church family and ministry had been in and out as they could.
I left that day glad I had obeyed God. It was the last time I ever saw Donna alive. She passed away at home less than 3 weeks later. I was OTR again and did not get another opportunity to say goodbye.
Jim is lost without his companion of almost 50 years. One day, he came to me at church, with a tattered bag in his hands. He wanted me to have Donna’s music collection. A scruffy, scratched collection of cds and cassette tapes. Most were very old style, not my type of music at all. I put them in a shoebox here on my truck and ,,,,, well, to be honest? I forgot about them. I kept them to honor my friends.
Tonight? While organizing and unpackaging my new supplies, my hand brushed a cd. I looked at it and fell apart into humbled tears. Here I was feeling down about the theft, and yet, here, on THIS DAY, my hand comes to a cd that once was loved by Donna.
The cd? A 2 cd-set called “WOW Worship”. Over 30 songs of worship and praise by contemporary Christian artists .. this set happened to be from 2004 when I was “backslid” and out of the church scene at all. Songs and some artists that I do not even recognize.
WHAT TIMING!!!! The cds were filthy and scratched,, just as they came to me from Jim in that torn plastic bag. After I lovingly wiped them down? Beautiful, like new condition.
As I go on my way today, from Andalusia to Ringgold, GA I will pop one into my player. Reconnecting with my friends, Jim and Donna Hanner, and obeying a call to WORSHIP GOD with all I have within me. No longer sad about my situations, they are so petty and pale in comparison. Jim still mourns his loss of his mate and best friend. I see it in his eyes every time I approach him at church to hug his frail body.
I who have so MUCH,, give so little. And my friends,who had so little,,, gave me SO MUCH.
Thoroughly rocked my world tonight… from both sides of the clouds.
To Donna? I love you. Sing to the angels. I will join you from here.
To Jim? I love you too. May my hug infuse you as God himself would embrace you.
To myself? Loved and cherished by God and my church family, I go on up the road.
With a lump in my throat, ache in my heart, and smile on my lips,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
As I began the travel with my loaded trailer? The worship songs filled my truck and daybreak's dawn began to glow through the Southern pines and oaks. I am not alone. Angels and my friends join in a heavenly chorus,,,, LET THE GLORY OF THE LORD RISE AMONG US, LET IT RISE!!!
My 20oth Blog Post since opening this site on October 4, 2010!
Dear Donna Hanner, those of us left behind yet a little while miss you something fierce. I hug Jim every time I see him, and he clings to me. Almost a year has gone by, and he weeps still.
Today, it is a new day full of hope and promise. I have your cd. I want to ask you, where you are in heaven? Will you join me in a song today? I will sing from here. Between us??
"LET THE GLORY OF THE LORD RISE AMONG US, LET IT RISE!!!!"
Tuesday was a bit of a transition for me. I had to face the reality that, like it or not, a Change had taken place. I had to pick up with what I had available to me and go forward. This was an emotional time.
I’m referring to the time had come for me to shop to replace necessary items that had been taken in the theft. It’s been a couple of weeks. The theft itself has had time to sink in. I made peace with my insecurity fears. I made a list of missing items, sent it in via email to the Heartland Express Channels. It was swept under the rug. No one even wants to talk about it with me. My car is paid for, so I only carry FL requirements of liability. I don’t own a home or rent an apartment. No insurance in other words.
The Schrade Old Timer knife my Dad gave me upon my gradutaion from Electronics school, my daughter’s backpacks, and the digital camera card with Angel’s wedding and Jeremiah’s new birth? Will never be replaced.
Some items were important to the daily function of my truck. Tools, a Commercial Vehicle Operator’s atlas, cleaning supplies (those add up), even scissors and tape had to be replaced.
I work hard to keep a positive attitude. I don’t need much for myself of my money usually, so I give it away as people need it. To have to ring up a big ticket to replace what I already invested in once? Was painful.
After a nap, I went back to work. I was organizing my truck while I waited to be loaded at a Shaw’s plant in Andalusia, AL. I came across a gift. I write this now, abashed and humbled.
There was a middle aged couple from my church, Jim and Donna Hanner. They were both bent over with physical injuries. A bit hard to get to know, especially Donna was a bit of a crusty curmudegeon. Yet, Countless times, God led me to them to pray in the altar. I would request permission, and lay hands on Donna’s hip, knee, feet.
My church has an annual picnic in March. There is a photographic taken of Donna, leaning on her cane, talking to me as I manned the massive grill in 2010. Her husband, Jim, bent over almost in half and his neck crooked, stands, as he always does, right by Donna's side.
In May '10, Donna stumbled. She got back up, but had a “catch” in her abdomen area. On their way to church she told Jim, “You better take me to the ER. Something’s wrong.”
Donna had advanced cancer from her lungs, stomach, all the organs and linings in the front of her abdomen!!!!
For a week, I was OTR and unable to get in to town. Hospitals are NOT my thing at all!! Yet, God asked me to go see Donna. When I went,, she was making jokes with the nurses, drifting in and out of consciousness. Jim and I talked a lot that day. I knew he ADORED her. I found out there as a visitor to her bedside, that Jim and Donna both were pilots, and that Donna had been a competitive dancer, before she broke her hip and knee.
Jim cried a lot,,, I reached over to touch him a lot. I held them both a lot. Their 3 children were not there right then to visit them. Our church family and ministry had been in and out as they could.
I left that day glad I had obeyed God. It was the last time I ever saw Donna alive. She passed away at home less than 3 weeks later. I was OTR again and did not get another opportunity to say goodbye.
Jim is lost without his companion of almost 50 years. One day, he came to me at church, with a tattered bag in his hands. He wanted me to have Donna’s music collection. A scruffy, scratched collection of cds and cassette tapes. Most were very old style, not my type of music at all. I put them in a shoebox here on my truck and ,,,,, well, to be honest? I forgot about them. I kept them to honor my friends.
Tonight? While organizing and unpackaging my new supplies, my hand brushed a cd. I looked at it and fell apart into humbled tears. Here I was feeling down about the theft, and yet, here, on THIS DAY, my hand comes to a cd that once was loved by Donna.
The cd? A 2 cd-set called “WOW Worship”. Over 30 songs of worship and praise by contemporary Christian artists .. this set happened to be from 2004 when I was “backslid” and out of the church scene at all. Songs and some artists that I do not even recognize.
WHAT TIMING!!!! The cds were filthy and scratched,, just as they came to me from Jim in that torn plastic bag. After I lovingly wiped them down? Beautiful, like new condition.
As I go on my way today, from Andalusia to Ringgold, GA I will pop one into my player. Reconnecting with my friends, Jim and Donna Hanner, and obeying a call to WORSHIP GOD with all I have within me. No longer sad about my situations, they are so petty and pale in comparison. Jim still mourns his loss of his mate and best friend. I see it in his eyes every time I approach him at church to hug his frail body.
I who have so MUCH,, give so little. And my friends,who had so little,,, gave me SO MUCH.
Thoroughly rocked my world tonight… from both sides of the clouds.
To Donna? I love you. Sing to the angels. I will join you from here.
To Jim? I love you too. May my hug infuse you as God himself would embrace you.
To myself? Loved and cherished by God and my church family, I go on up the road.
With a lump in my throat, ache in my heart, and smile on my lips,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
As I began the travel with my loaded trailer? The worship songs filled my truck and daybreak's dawn began to glow through the Southern pines and oaks. I am not alone. Angels and my friends join in a heavenly chorus,,,, LET THE GLORY OF THE LORD RISE AMONG US, LET IT RISE!!!
Monday, April 4, 2011
Helping Others
Through a series of events that are lining up, I am finding myself offered more and more opportunities to reach out to others. In the church, we call it "sharing the word of our testimony". Same concept here.
There is a light in all of us. We can try to deny it or hide it under a bush, but the light is not us to begin with. This eternal flame is God beaming from within! So I don't think it very odd to be told "there is a GLOW about you!" or to be asked "What is different?!"
The only thing different is that I have recently come to a place of peace. I am surrendering my attempts at control of my life. Seeking God with all of my heart.
My continuous prayers go something like this:" God let me see myself as you do today. Let me see others the way you see them. Let me see problems the way you do. Give me a greater measure of compassion and love for others than I have ever experienced before. I take this mantle and go forth with your boldness, to reach out and touch the world to your glory. Thank you for your grace, mercy, and fresh beginnings. Thank you for calling me and annointing me to assist others. Here I am, Lord, send me."
Before I rise in the morning, I spend time in experiencing GRATITUDE for everything in my life. The list gets longer and more silly, if you will, the more I practice gratitude. That's because I begin to see the little things.
For instance, one time on the beach I decided to try an exercise for the first time. It was a series of 3 deliberate breaths. Now, at that moment, I had only read the suggestion, not the instructions. So, feeling a bit silly, I did it the way God led me.
It felt so AWESOME, I did it again, just for the pleasure of it. Then, I opened my eyes to a whole new world! It was still the same beach, same lounge chair, same sun beaming. However, I saw on an entire beach FULL of white sand, a tiny hill shift, as though an ant lion had kicked it from inside. There was an extra line of breakers curling within the obvious 3 or 4 big waves. I could smell more than Coppertone, BBQ, and wet things. I felt very ALIVE and tingling with excitement.
That is what people see today. That ZEST for Life! And they are drawn to ask me, "What is the difference?"
We all have things going on in our lives. Some days we are on top of the mountain. Some days, seems we are scraping the barrel for energy just to go another step. Some days? All we can do is breathe in and out, and even that is exhausting work. There will always be an ebb and flow.
When a friend or acquaintence asks me "What is it?" ,,, I am ready with the answer, which is my gift to give right now - MY TESTIMONY. I listen intutively for their cues. And often, instead of a closed pat answer, I will lead them into answering their own question. I will guide them to asking POSITIVE, POWERFUL questions. I give them resources to use for the follow through. Offer to be available to sound ideas out. And every time, I add them to the list of people that I pray for.
It isn't me they see. It won't be me that helps them or holds the key to their answers. The person already possesses the answer within themselves. The decision to trust their own light from within will rest with them.
So, I go on up the road. Growing in my own life. Listening for others when they reach out. Cheering with them, loving them, helping them along their way.
It's a good day.
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
There is a light in all of us. We can try to deny it or hide it under a bush, but the light is not us to begin with. This eternal flame is God beaming from within! So I don't think it very odd to be told "there is a GLOW about you!" or to be asked "What is different?!"
The only thing different is that I have recently come to a place of peace. I am surrendering my attempts at control of my life. Seeking God with all of my heart.
My continuous prayers go something like this:" God let me see myself as you do today. Let me see others the way you see them. Let me see problems the way you do. Give me a greater measure of compassion and love for others than I have ever experienced before. I take this mantle and go forth with your boldness, to reach out and touch the world to your glory. Thank you for your grace, mercy, and fresh beginnings. Thank you for calling me and annointing me to assist others. Here I am, Lord, send me."
Before I rise in the morning, I spend time in experiencing GRATITUDE for everything in my life. The list gets longer and more silly, if you will, the more I practice gratitude. That's because I begin to see the little things.
For instance, one time on the beach I decided to try an exercise for the first time. It was a series of 3 deliberate breaths. Now, at that moment, I had only read the suggestion, not the instructions. So, feeling a bit silly, I did it the way God led me.
It felt so AWESOME, I did it again, just for the pleasure of it. Then, I opened my eyes to a whole new world! It was still the same beach, same lounge chair, same sun beaming. However, I saw on an entire beach FULL of white sand, a tiny hill shift, as though an ant lion had kicked it from inside. There was an extra line of breakers curling within the obvious 3 or 4 big waves. I could smell more than Coppertone, BBQ, and wet things. I felt very ALIVE and tingling with excitement.
That is what people see today. That ZEST for Life! And they are drawn to ask me, "What is the difference?"
We all have things going on in our lives. Some days we are on top of the mountain. Some days, seems we are scraping the barrel for energy just to go another step. Some days? All we can do is breathe in and out, and even that is exhausting work. There will always be an ebb and flow.
When a friend or acquaintence asks me "What is it?" ,,, I am ready with the answer, which is my gift to give right now - MY TESTIMONY. I listen intutively for their cues. And often, instead of a closed pat answer, I will lead them into answering their own question. I will guide them to asking POSITIVE, POWERFUL questions. I give them resources to use for the follow through. Offer to be available to sound ideas out. And every time, I add them to the list of people that I pray for.
It isn't me they see. It won't be me that helps them or holds the key to their answers. The person already possesses the answer within themselves. The decision to trust their own light from within will rest with them.
So, I go on up the road. Growing in my own life. Listening for others when they reach out. Cheering with them, loving them, helping them along their way.
It's a good day.
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Where Are Those Elusive ZZzzzzS?
For one reason or another, I have not been on the blog to write deeply in awhile.
When it comes to Angel and Aaron? My words get jammed up. Stuck somewhere between bile in my stomach and an ache in my heart. My opportunity to exercise and grow in my LOVE, GRATITUDE, AND FORGIVENESS.
Work has been awesome!! I certainly know that today could be a feast, and tomorrow a famine! At the moment, I am making more miles per week than my brother with his 15 yrs driving experience. Also, I make 3.5 cents per mile MORE than he does!
My only complaint, if it that is even the negative word for it? Is that somehow I got flipped to driving the night shift. I have been asking to get solar -powered again. Now that it is the weekend? I am going to take this opportunity of less staff in the offices and I am going to bed in a few minutes (4pm) and not getting up until I wake up on my own!!!! Sometime Sunday :)
I have a huge amount of wishes, hopes, and dreams percolating right now. Yet, I am not writing much at all, anywhere. Still here. Just waiting... on inspiration. On release. On Relief. On clarity.
Meanwhile, I reach out to others. Both for my own support and to bounce ideas with me. And I reach out to others. Often, people are seeking me. Which is fine too. I am flowing as the Spirit directs and remaining open to the incoming and outgoing flow of energy and inspiration.
Remaining grateful for friends, family, and loved ones that pray with me, that ride vicariously with me OTR, and that Journey this crazy thing we call LIFE with me. I am very blessed. Abundantly.
My desire is to serve and love others with all I have within me.
Let it be, Lord, let it be.
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
When it comes to Angel and Aaron? My words get jammed up. Stuck somewhere between bile in my stomach and an ache in my heart. My opportunity to exercise and grow in my LOVE, GRATITUDE, AND FORGIVENESS.
Work has been awesome!! I certainly know that today could be a feast, and tomorrow a famine! At the moment, I am making more miles per week than my brother with his 15 yrs driving experience. Also, I make 3.5 cents per mile MORE than he does!
My only complaint, if it that is even the negative word for it? Is that somehow I got flipped to driving the night shift. I have been asking to get solar -powered again. Now that it is the weekend? I am going to take this opportunity of less staff in the offices and I am going to bed in a few minutes (4pm) and not getting up until I wake up on my own!!!! Sometime Sunday :)
I have a huge amount of wishes, hopes, and dreams percolating right now. Yet, I am not writing much at all, anywhere. Still here. Just waiting... on inspiration. On release. On Relief. On clarity.
Meanwhile, I reach out to others. Both for my own support and to bounce ideas with me. And I reach out to others. Often, people are seeking me. Which is fine too. I am flowing as the Spirit directs and remaining open to the incoming and outgoing flow of energy and inspiration.
Remaining grateful for friends, family, and loved ones that pray with me, that ride vicariously with me OTR, and that Journey this crazy thing we call LIFE with me. I am very blessed. Abundantly.
My desire is to serve and love others with all I have within me.
Let it be, Lord, let it be.
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Monday, March 28, 2011
Letting Go I Win, Holding On I Lose
That title is old, coming from the LIFE CHANGING radically impacting podcast from Dr. Charles Stanley in his "Blessings in Brokeness" series June 2008. That message stripped me naked, and allowed spiritual healing to fully begin. In a sense, they were my Walls of Jericho, and they sustained a mortar hit of cataclysmic proportions.
The next phrase to hit me as strongly, in its Simple In Its Beauty- kind of way is "What am I holding onto that is no longer serving me?"
Funny, how years apart and sources EXTREMELY varied, the same inner message is revisited and made new in its timelessness.
Letting Go...
This is an area, among many that I struggle with. A few segments would be the storage shed I keep of homemade Christmas ornaments, hand prints, and Play Doh hearts on strings. Most everything points to "back when I had a family". Of course, I still have the same family members, even new faces.
After sitting all day at a shipper and being lazy, resting, I got up and felt led to some deeper meditations. They were not new. But I was asked to treat them like it was the very first time. Much as a Christian, we look back and remember our fervor, joy, and zeal in the "First Love" when we give our lives to God.
What I found there is challenging me. At the moment, it has me raw, and a cross between a laugh and a cry. It is not that there is work to do. As long as I breathe, I will have more that can be accomplished. It is wrestling inside with feelings of frustration and of failure. I SHOULD BE able to get closure and I SHOULD BE able to forgive and grow onward.
Yet, I am holding on. To negative thoughts. To old ways. To my past. To anchors that have become weights, no longer grounding me, but holding me down.
So, I write with a vex in my spirit, and no answer.
I know what I need to do. I stand poised to act. And I back away,, and sit there, remaining in my confusion.
THe decision is mine. The choice is mine. The action to take is mine.
WHAT AM I HOLDING ON TO????
No answer,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
The next phrase to hit me as strongly, in its Simple In Its Beauty- kind of way is "What am I holding onto that is no longer serving me?"
Funny, how years apart and sources EXTREMELY varied, the same inner message is revisited and made new in its timelessness.
Letting Go...
This is an area, among many that I struggle with. A few segments would be the storage shed I keep of homemade Christmas ornaments, hand prints, and Play Doh hearts on strings. Most everything points to "back when I had a family". Of course, I still have the same family members, even new faces.
After sitting all day at a shipper and being lazy, resting, I got up and felt led to some deeper meditations. They were not new. But I was asked to treat them like it was the very first time. Much as a Christian, we look back and remember our fervor, joy, and zeal in the "First Love" when we give our lives to God.
What I found there is challenging me. At the moment, it has me raw, and a cross between a laugh and a cry. It is not that there is work to do. As long as I breathe, I will have more that can be accomplished. It is wrestling inside with feelings of frustration and of failure. I SHOULD BE able to get closure and I SHOULD BE able to forgive and grow onward.
Yet, I am holding on. To negative thoughts. To old ways. To my past. To anchors that have become weights, no longer grounding me, but holding me down.
So, I write with a vex in my spirit, and no answer.
I know what I need to do. I stand poised to act. And I back away,, and sit there, remaining in my confusion.
THe decision is mine. The choice is mine. The action to take is mine.
WHAT AM I HOLDING ON TO????
No answer,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Exploring The Deeper Portions Of Connection
March 17, 2011, Thursday
Return from Pueblo to Florida
A quote from the book I picked up at a thrift store in Colorado Springs for twenty-five cents, has once again stirred my compassion and inspiration. It fits so well with this trip.
“…. A human thread now linked her to the life we all share. It is this connection we crave the most. But it is up to us to find the will to weave the first strand.” Deepak Chopra in “The Deeper Wound”.
Prior to the trip planning, I named these visits to connect with my youngest daughter Alisha and her immediate family in Pueblo as Reunion, Reconciliation, and Reconnection. They are chapters in the book that is ever being written between a minimum of four living generations of my direct family line. My parents, myself, my daughters, and now my grandchildren are living in a time of shift and of Change.
As individuals, ever in a constant state of flux, we adapt, we discard, and we tend to seek new comfort zones. We close out old, unprofitable relationships with people, places, things and we create new identities every day. When we are pure and honest in our intentions, these graft in the surrounding world to reflect the authentic self within each of us.
It is at times of diversity and of separation that we may feel less connected to others than usual. Humans created to be social beings, resist these shifts and may view them as losses to be grieved over. Perhaps we may fight to maintain the status quo in order to stay with what we know or perceive. It is in these experiences of trial and error that we grow. Yet, no matter how dark the circumstances seem to be? We remain interconnected to God and to one another. This tenuous thread of Connection is a lifeline buoying us to survive in seasons of growth with triumph and faith.
Today I admit candidly that I have experienced both sides in the past few years. Not one of us will be the same tomorrow that we are today. Speaking for myself, I choose to walk softly, to tread in gracious mercy, and to offer peace and my hand to lift up another in love, gratitude, and forgiveness. These personal awareness and growth moments produce inward thinking shifts that are manifesting outwardly as I began in the recent past days to reap the blessings of the truth “you attract what you radiate outward.”
When the tumultuous dissension occurred several years ago, many hearts, emotions and relationship threads were injured. I am not sure why God has chosen me to be the ambassador of goodwill and restoration? But I accept this role. I feel it to be directly in line with His will to fervently foster peace and hope between family, friends, and loved ones.
This carries a heavy sense of responsibility to seek the truth, to be the mediatior, and to nourish the basic blocks of integration of tolerance back into the daily patterns of my family. Alisha has tried to reach out to others, such as her Dad, but with diffident results. She asks me to contact my side of the family and her sister to relay updates and concerns. Alisha specifically works extremely hard at multiple jobs, and holds the role of daughter, wife, mother, and employee. If I can ease her burden a bit? I will do so gladly.
This trip to the gorgeous Rockies then was much more than a journal entry, a Kodak moment, or food for our bellies as we socialized. It was a foray deep into the Supernatural realm of restorative bridge building in relationships. One by one, slowly over time, we are tearing down walls of mistrust, pain, or injured memories. We are connected by blood in this instance. Thrilled to recognize all of this as so much more, we are connected infinitely by God and Universe. Giant strides to healthy relationships and hopes for future are occurring with every phone call, text, email, visit or physical touch in a hug or handshake.
Through perfect will of God, I have been guided to learning how to be deliberate in my breathing, in my choices, in my experiencing intimately of the full presence of every moment. To be aware of every sensation and thought right here, right now. I am grateful to many who have breathed life into dormant parts of my life. You know who you are and I cherish every instance and recognize the gifts apparent. God has used many voices, many people, many mediums, and a concerted effort to jolt me from my complacency and to stir healing in my uttermost places. He has been waiting to bestow new life more abundantly if I would just be aware.
My fervent question to each of you is “How may I serve you?” Please, let me be a helpful part today. If anyone has the courage to reach outside and touch the life of another? Let him ask for assistance. If he has extra, let him offer to share where he has a bounty so that it may further the health of a fellow? Both directions facilitate the cycle of giving and receiving. Don’t be shy. Let me lift you higher.
Simply thankful for all of the life I have been allowed to experience to date, and expectant with joyful anticipation for the next leg of the onward Journey. Connected with my friends, my family, my fellows travelers I am not alone or unassisted. This is truly a time when “angels walk the earth as women and men”.
Embracing our connection,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Return from Pueblo to Florida
A quote from the book I picked up at a thrift store in Colorado Springs for twenty-five cents, has once again stirred my compassion and inspiration. It fits so well with this trip.
“…. A human thread now linked her to the life we all share. It is this connection we crave the most. But it is up to us to find the will to weave the first strand.” Deepak Chopra in “The Deeper Wound”.
Prior to the trip planning, I named these visits to connect with my youngest daughter Alisha and her immediate family in Pueblo as Reunion, Reconciliation, and Reconnection. They are chapters in the book that is ever being written between a minimum of four living generations of my direct family line. My parents, myself, my daughters, and now my grandchildren are living in a time of shift and of Change.
As individuals, ever in a constant state of flux, we adapt, we discard, and we tend to seek new comfort zones. We close out old, unprofitable relationships with people, places, things and we create new identities every day. When we are pure and honest in our intentions, these graft in the surrounding world to reflect the authentic self within each of us.
It is at times of diversity and of separation that we may feel less connected to others than usual. Humans created to be social beings, resist these shifts and may view them as losses to be grieved over. Perhaps we may fight to maintain the status quo in order to stay with what we know or perceive. It is in these experiences of trial and error that we grow. Yet, no matter how dark the circumstances seem to be? We remain interconnected to God and to one another. This tenuous thread of Connection is a lifeline buoying us to survive in seasons of growth with triumph and faith.
Today I admit candidly that I have experienced both sides in the past few years. Not one of us will be the same tomorrow that we are today. Speaking for myself, I choose to walk softly, to tread in gracious mercy, and to offer peace and my hand to lift up another in love, gratitude, and forgiveness. These personal awareness and growth moments produce inward thinking shifts that are manifesting outwardly as I began in the recent past days to reap the blessings of the truth “you attract what you radiate outward.”
When the tumultuous dissension occurred several years ago, many hearts, emotions and relationship threads were injured. I am not sure why God has chosen me to be the ambassador of goodwill and restoration? But I accept this role. I feel it to be directly in line with His will to fervently foster peace and hope between family, friends, and loved ones.
This carries a heavy sense of responsibility to seek the truth, to be the mediatior, and to nourish the basic blocks of integration of tolerance back into the daily patterns of my family. Alisha has tried to reach out to others, such as her Dad, but with diffident results. She asks me to contact my side of the family and her sister to relay updates and concerns. Alisha specifically works extremely hard at multiple jobs, and holds the role of daughter, wife, mother, and employee. If I can ease her burden a bit? I will do so gladly.
This trip to the gorgeous Rockies then was much more than a journal entry, a Kodak moment, or food for our bellies as we socialized. It was a foray deep into the Supernatural realm of restorative bridge building in relationships. One by one, slowly over time, we are tearing down walls of mistrust, pain, or injured memories. We are connected by blood in this instance. Thrilled to recognize all of this as so much more, we are connected infinitely by God and Universe. Giant strides to healthy relationships and hopes for future are occurring with every phone call, text, email, visit or physical touch in a hug or handshake.
Through perfect will of God, I have been guided to learning how to be deliberate in my breathing, in my choices, in my experiencing intimately of the full presence of every moment. To be aware of every sensation and thought right here, right now. I am grateful to many who have breathed life into dormant parts of my life. You know who you are and I cherish every instance and recognize the gifts apparent. God has used many voices, many people, many mediums, and a concerted effort to jolt me from my complacency and to stir healing in my uttermost places. He has been waiting to bestow new life more abundantly if I would just be aware.
My fervent question to each of you is “How may I serve you?” Please, let me be a helpful part today. If anyone has the courage to reach outside and touch the life of another? Let him ask for assistance. If he has extra, let him offer to share where he has a bounty so that it may further the health of a fellow? Both directions facilitate the cycle of giving and receiving. Don’t be shy. Let me lift you higher.
Simply thankful for all of the life I have been allowed to experience to date, and expectant with joyful anticipation for the next leg of the onward Journey. Connected with my friends, my family, my fellows travelers I am not alone or unassisted. This is truly a time when “angels walk the earth as women and men”.
Embracing our connection,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Entertaining Angels Unawares
This blog will be hard to write through grateful, humbled tears. I don't know where to begin, except to say that just a moment ago I was graced to meet an angel unawares. Her name was Mary Jane and is she is at least 70 years old living in "the shanty by the tracks". We met today when I bought her an additional $20 in gasoline. I wish to tell her story, not to highlight my role in today, but rather to encourage anyone who reads to take the chance, who knows when it is your turn to meet an angel face to face.
My work has been frustrating since they put in the electronic logs called People Net. It records in real time and silly things, mundane chores, unexpected opportunities eat at the available work time. It seems I run hard to a destination, only to be left sitting on either end, waiting on others to do their work. Trucking is a choreographed dance with many performers. I try to take it in stride and be thankful to have such an excellent job, wonderful income potential and the chances to partake in people, places, and things of our entire USA.
Monday was more of the same. After a nailbiting weekend of one problem after another, I made an on time delivery and was left cooling my heels in the middle of the day. I wasn't tired enough to sleep in midday. So I did laundry, shopped, and tried later to nap. Then at 11pm, I began a shift of driving. Again, arrived on time in Westerville, OK. This time, I specifically requested to go wait on my next load back in Arkansas where I could get a shower at a truck stop.
My Fleet Manager, Joe, kept saying wait,,, wait,,, wait... and I will admit, I was a pain about it. In one moment, I was praying to God to ask him to keep control of my every detail, he knows the plans he has for me, he is saving me for something. On the other hand, I watched the countdown on the PeopleNet clock and chafed, and whined and emailed and called. With only 10 minute left on my legal DOT clock, Joe calls me with a load that picks up in Arkansas, 45 minutes away. What can I do? Get up, wash my hands and face and settle in to finish my 10 hour break exactly in the dumpy truck lot I am parked. No shower, microwave hotpockets, grey day.... just bummed.
Now, I have napped and can't sleep. I go inside the store, and walk the lap around it again, still disgusted with the selections. I ask the clerk for the nearest hotel, I would PAY for a shower... They are all too far away.
As I walk out, I glance at the gasoline pumps. Immediately I am arrested in my tracks. There is an elderly woman, in shabby clothes, bent almost in half, shuffling around the back of a Ford Taraus from the 1990's. As she makes her way to the store,, she looks sideways at me. I can see one dollar bills, held tight in her fist as she painfully makes her way into the store with her cane. She says hello, I reply. She says, "Well I am better today than I was yesterday so it is a good day."
YES!!! I was struck to my very core with remorse for my whining and mental complaining!!! I knew in an instant what God wanted me to do. I followed her in side and (tears),,,, watched her count out FIVE one dollar bills to pay for her gasoline.
FIVE DOLLARS AT TODAY"S PUMP PRICES.... I who have hundreds weekly, and thousands at times,,, observed as this dear elder counted out five single one dollar bills. I motioned to the cashier to let me listen. The lady said, "this will get me around in town for a little bit, I hope."
As soon as she went out the door on that tortured walk back to her car, I pulled out my bank card and told the cashier to charge me $20 on gas NOW! I told her, "I don't know how she's going to take it and I didn't want her to refuse. So charge me. NOW!"
I went outside, and told the lady I need to pump her some more gas. She said I didn't need to to do that. I told her that I already had it paid for, I was just asking permission to touch her car to pump it in. Here is where I was blessed and nearly driven to my knees. She came around the tail of the car and stood with me as I pumped. Now, it is grey, under 40 degrees, excrutiatingly bone-chilling cold winds... and she asked me where I live. I pointed to my truck. I told her I was kinda stranded today waiting on a load to be ready Wednesday morning in Arkansas. She began to tell me her story. She lives in the next town over,, which is a good 10 miles away on my GPS. She uses the car for doctors appointments. "Sometimes, if I call 2 days early, they will send someone out to pick me up."
Everyone knows someone who is a truck driver. Her nephew drove, until he had a liver transplant and was out of work 5 years. As the fuel transfer ended, she asked me my name. Then she told me hers is Mary Jane and that she lives in the "shanty by the tracks". I can only imagine.
I went back inside the store to sign my credit slip. The cashier wanted to talk about what a nice thing I had done. I pushed her aside. Instead, I wanted her to know, there is a REAL LIVE WOMAN inside that bent, shabby exterior. She lives here. Walks among us. We are all connected.
One of the things I did while I was pouting and clock watching and napping today was stop. Deliberately breathe 3 times. Think about the choice that I had. Became very aware of my breath, and my attitudes. I keep a small handful of motivational books, music, and podcasts on hand that I cycle through to remind me of why I am here on the Earth and this exact moment. It is so I can be fully PRESENT right here, right now. Live the moment I am in with beautiful joy, love, gratitude, and forgiveness. To help a brother or a sister along their way, sharing the burden of their Journey, to be sure they make it onward.
Mary Jane taught me so much in our brief 5-10 minutes together. I had been being ungrateful, unyielding, unforgiving, and rude in my head, in my thoughts, in my communications with work. Even in my prayers, I had been me- me- me.
Every event of today, and days previous, led me to this one crux. To meet and assist Mary Jane. To reach out, and give her a smile for the rest of her day. To free her from a worry. To share her load.
I am ashamed I was so tense about my work situation. The repetitions of the 3 breath pattern and being deliberate to choose my next thought or attitude had reminded me of why I am here.
To give. To serve. To love. To lift. To share.
Mary Jane? Thank you, Ma'am. I am so blessed to make your acquaintence. The pleasure is all mine.
Listening to the voices of the angels,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
My work has been frustrating since they put in the electronic logs called People Net. It records in real time and silly things, mundane chores, unexpected opportunities eat at the available work time. It seems I run hard to a destination, only to be left sitting on either end, waiting on others to do their work. Trucking is a choreographed dance with many performers. I try to take it in stride and be thankful to have such an excellent job, wonderful income potential and the chances to partake in people, places, and things of our entire USA.
Monday was more of the same. After a nailbiting weekend of one problem after another, I made an on time delivery and was left cooling my heels in the middle of the day. I wasn't tired enough to sleep in midday. So I did laundry, shopped, and tried later to nap. Then at 11pm, I began a shift of driving. Again, arrived on time in Westerville, OK. This time, I specifically requested to go wait on my next load back in Arkansas where I could get a shower at a truck stop.
My Fleet Manager, Joe, kept saying wait,,, wait,,, wait... and I will admit, I was a pain about it. In one moment, I was praying to God to ask him to keep control of my every detail, he knows the plans he has for me, he is saving me for something. On the other hand, I watched the countdown on the PeopleNet clock and chafed, and whined and emailed and called. With only 10 minute left on my legal DOT clock, Joe calls me with a load that picks up in Arkansas, 45 minutes away. What can I do? Get up, wash my hands and face and settle in to finish my 10 hour break exactly in the dumpy truck lot I am parked. No shower, microwave hotpockets, grey day.... just bummed.
Now, I have napped and can't sleep. I go inside the store, and walk the lap around it again, still disgusted with the selections. I ask the clerk for the nearest hotel, I would PAY for a shower... They are all too far away.
As I walk out, I glance at the gasoline pumps. Immediately I am arrested in my tracks. There is an elderly woman, in shabby clothes, bent almost in half, shuffling around the back of a Ford Taraus from the 1990's. As she makes her way to the store,, she looks sideways at me. I can see one dollar bills, held tight in her fist as she painfully makes her way into the store with her cane. She says hello, I reply. She says, "Well I am better today than I was yesterday so it is a good day."
YES!!! I was struck to my very core with remorse for my whining and mental complaining!!! I knew in an instant what God wanted me to do. I followed her in side and (tears),,,, watched her count out FIVE one dollar bills to pay for her gasoline.
FIVE DOLLARS AT TODAY"S PUMP PRICES.... I who have hundreds weekly, and thousands at times,,, observed as this dear elder counted out five single one dollar bills. I motioned to the cashier to let me listen. The lady said, "this will get me around in town for a little bit, I hope."
As soon as she went out the door on that tortured walk back to her car, I pulled out my bank card and told the cashier to charge me $20 on gas NOW! I told her, "I don't know how she's going to take it and I didn't want her to refuse. So charge me. NOW!"
I went outside, and told the lady I need to pump her some more gas. She said I didn't need to to do that. I told her that I already had it paid for, I was just asking permission to touch her car to pump it in. Here is where I was blessed and nearly driven to my knees. She came around the tail of the car and stood with me as I pumped. Now, it is grey, under 40 degrees, excrutiatingly bone-chilling cold winds... and she asked me where I live. I pointed to my truck. I told her I was kinda stranded today waiting on a load to be ready Wednesday morning in Arkansas. She began to tell me her story. She lives in the next town over,, which is a good 10 miles away on my GPS. She uses the car for doctors appointments. "Sometimes, if I call 2 days early, they will send someone out to pick me up."
Everyone knows someone who is a truck driver. Her nephew drove, until he had a liver transplant and was out of work 5 years. As the fuel transfer ended, she asked me my name. Then she told me hers is Mary Jane and that she lives in the "shanty by the tracks". I can only imagine.
I went back inside the store to sign my credit slip. The cashier wanted to talk about what a nice thing I had done. I pushed her aside. Instead, I wanted her to know, there is a REAL LIVE WOMAN inside that bent, shabby exterior. She lives here. Walks among us. We are all connected.
One of the things I did while I was pouting and clock watching and napping today was stop. Deliberately breathe 3 times. Think about the choice that I had. Became very aware of my breath, and my attitudes. I keep a small handful of motivational books, music, and podcasts on hand that I cycle through to remind me of why I am here on the Earth and this exact moment. It is so I can be fully PRESENT right here, right now. Live the moment I am in with beautiful joy, love, gratitude, and forgiveness. To help a brother or a sister along their way, sharing the burden of their Journey, to be sure they make it onward.
Mary Jane taught me so much in our brief 5-10 minutes together. I had been being ungrateful, unyielding, unforgiving, and rude in my head, in my thoughts, in my communications with work. Even in my prayers, I had been me- me- me.
Every event of today, and days previous, led me to this one crux. To meet and assist Mary Jane. To reach out, and give her a smile for the rest of her day. To free her from a worry. To share her load.
I am ashamed I was so tense about my work situation. The repetitions of the 3 breath pattern and being deliberate to choose my next thought or attitude had reminded me of why I am here.
To give. To serve. To love. To lift. To share.
Mary Jane? Thank you, Ma'am. I am so blessed to make your acquaintence. The pleasure is all mine.
Listening to the voices of the angels,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Monday, March 7, 2011
Stop Shopping, NanaJ!
I am having so much fun!! I give alot of things new and used to strangers and friends. It brings me AWESOME joy to provide the unexpected. The giver is ALWAYS the blessed party. You simply cannot out give God.
It is just as much fun when I can give to a family member and be there to see their response and capture their smile in my heart. Such will be the case very soon. It is Jeremiah's first birthday on March 21st. And his momma is over 5 months pregnant with his brother. Alisha works a total of 3 roles at two restaurants. She needs clothes that fit or expand with her for work attire. Some of the black shirts esp are new, in sizes for now, and when she is almost due in July. And since both Chili's and Applebees require black shirts??? I made sure to get her some pink, green and blue for her down times.
For my Little Dude? A used Blues Clues backpack full of $. 25 books :-)
Today, I had a few down hours in Ballwin, MO (St. Louis) and I used my time to go catch up at the laundry mat. Next door? A St. Vincent De Paul's thrift store. Not only did I get Jeremiah Tommy Hilfiger, Blues Clues, and OshKoshBGosh for $1 each piece? The funds go to a great cause. So I am helping even as I am blessing Alisha's young family! 3 pairs of maternity jeans for $3 each! And a rolling suitcase for Jan with palm trees on it for $3. It has all of its zippers and will be super easy to spot on the luggage conveyor belt at baggage claim!
This added 30 minutes to my laundry duties, as I went and freshened up the new stuff as well.
I am exercising EXTREME RESTRAINT though to STOP buying clothes, books, and gifts. I HAVE TO CARRY IT AS LUGGAGE!!! Hello! Nana!!! Wake up!! lol.
Jeremiah busted his lip today. It bled. He did not even cry but it shook up his mommy. LOL,,, give her a few more months. Between 2 sons? She will get over her nervousness pretty quick and adopt some sort of "If you ain't dying, I don't want to hear about it" routine. Big grin!
Along the lines of not being able to outgive God, He also makes provision for me when I get "me" out of His way and let him bless me. This trip was in danger of being too expensive. The flight is 2-3 times what it was in October. To even it out, I secured truly luxurious hotel accommodations for super cheap. After a few days of wondering if this was the right time to make this trip? I took the leap of faith last night and paid for flight and hotel.
Alisha made a comment in passing the other night when she said that Jeremiah is now big enough to hug her back. I suppose that was the exact moment I KNEW that this trip to Colorado needed to happen in the here and the now.
If anyone wants to help me out? They can zap me with electricity when I try to shop for them before I arrive in their town. Or hold my wallet. As it is, it's at least $25 for one checked baggage per flight. And as it is still obviously Winter in southern Colorado?? I think I need a little bit of layers and clothes for me too. Big grin!
Please bear with me. It takes me sooo long to make a decision. So much back and forth. Once I declare it? I am on it like a pitbull on a ham bone.
Meanwhile, it is my joy and fun to continue to give and bless all of whom God lays on my heart. It is a beautiful life. I choose to share it and all the bounty thereof. I can not take anything in a UHaul behind my hearse, so I choose to lift another's spirits while I am yet living.
My gift, my privilege,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
It is just as much fun when I can give to a family member and be there to see their response and capture their smile in my heart. Such will be the case very soon. It is Jeremiah's first birthday on March 21st. And his momma is over 5 months pregnant with his brother. Alisha works a total of 3 roles at two restaurants. She needs clothes that fit or expand with her for work attire. Some of the black shirts esp are new, in sizes for now, and when she is almost due in July. And since both Chili's and Applebees require black shirts??? I made sure to get her some pink, green and blue for her down times.
For my Little Dude? A used Blues Clues backpack full of $. 25 books :-)
Today, I had a few down hours in Ballwin, MO (St. Louis) and I used my time to go catch up at the laundry mat. Next door? A St. Vincent De Paul's thrift store. Not only did I get Jeremiah Tommy Hilfiger, Blues Clues, and OshKoshBGosh for $1 each piece? The funds go to a great cause. So I am helping even as I am blessing Alisha's young family! 3 pairs of maternity jeans for $3 each! And a rolling suitcase for Jan with palm trees on it for $3. It has all of its zippers and will be super easy to spot on the luggage conveyor belt at baggage claim!
This added 30 minutes to my laundry duties, as I went and freshened up the new stuff as well.
I am exercising EXTREME RESTRAINT though to STOP buying clothes, books, and gifts. I HAVE TO CARRY IT AS LUGGAGE!!! Hello! Nana!!! Wake up!! lol.
Jeremiah busted his lip today. It bled. He did not even cry but it shook up his mommy. LOL,,, give her a few more months. Between 2 sons? She will get over her nervousness pretty quick and adopt some sort of "If you ain't dying, I don't want to hear about it" routine. Big grin!
Along the lines of not being able to outgive God, He also makes provision for me when I get "me" out of His way and let him bless me. This trip was in danger of being too expensive. The flight is 2-3 times what it was in October. To even it out, I secured truly luxurious hotel accommodations for super cheap. After a few days of wondering if this was the right time to make this trip? I took the leap of faith last night and paid for flight and hotel.
Alisha made a comment in passing the other night when she said that Jeremiah is now big enough to hug her back. I suppose that was the exact moment I KNEW that this trip to Colorado needed to happen in the here and the now.
If anyone wants to help me out? They can zap me with electricity when I try to shop for them before I arrive in their town. Or hold my wallet. As it is, it's at least $25 for one checked baggage per flight. And as it is still obviously Winter in southern Colorado?? I think I need a little bit of layers and clothes for me too. Big grin!
Please bear with me. It takes me sooo long to make a decision. So much back and forth. Once I declare it? I am on it like a pitbull on a ham bone.
Meanwhile, it is my joy and fun to continue to give and bless all of whom God lays on my heart. It is a beautiful life. I choose to share it and all the bounty thereof. I can not take anything in a UHaul behind my hearse, so I choose to lift another's spirits while I am yet living.
My gift, my privilege,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Look Twice!
While the flow has not ceased or stemmed, it has turned down a different channel. I am thinking, writing, living more in a peaceful state of mind and emotion. I am also compelled entirely to continue exploring and growing in the Gifts around and in me. All of these changes are processes. Thus the quiet spells. Resting in God.
Time to assimilate the new ways. To break old habits and to foster new healthy ways of thinking, acting, obeying the Call on my life. I am doing an enormous amount of quiet listening these days! And that is a good thing! Through meditation I have learned to quiet my mind and how to travel to new galaxies of Possibilities. There is so much excitement in the air with Spring and in my heart with anticipation. Already my Intentions for 2011 are gaining altitude and I am feeling very strong in my progress.
Letting go is still an ongoing process. I have a goal of consolidating all of my storage into one small unit in Central Florida. Yes, it is possible that the notes from my daughter's first grade may not make it in the reduced space. This is hard for me. Even painful. What a waste of money, though, to pay to store paper or things that no one has touched, looked at or used in years, even decades.
Another letting go is of people. The past 6 months I began to cull my contacts list. Occasionally, I still search my phone or email list, thinking to re-connect with someone. Only to discover, that I let them go. There was a reason at the time. I am a forgiving soul though, so it is not often a burned bridge. Just a new avenue for me. Life is too short to live it in pain, fear, or neglect. And I am moving forward with the best of my days still ahead. Full, pressed down, running over with fountains of love, gratitude, and forgiveness.
One of the last Kundalini classes of 2010 called upon us to set our Intentions for the new year. Suggestions were made of what types of things people might decide. My specific set of Intentions did not get a voice in class. But in the Spirit, I clearly heard the direction and calling being placed on my life for that current moment and onward to the near future.
A specific one was "FEARLESSNESS". When I told a female friend this, she objected, "No fair! You already have no fear! You jump out of airplanes. I wish I was like you, afraid of nothing." While this made me smile, it also hurts a bit. See? I look up to my friend. I am learning how we each draw on the strengths and energy of others. Community, family, friends, network is so vital. Since this conversation? I have lured her out to a moonlight kayaking trip. Her very first!
For me, though, it isn't fear of external elements. There are things I do not like to do. Snow skiing for instance. I learned my lesson on the bunny slope when I corkscrewed my knee, lol. Seriously though, my fears and Intention to address and declaw these fears are of people. Love. Relationships. Matters of soul and of heart. That is opening like a gorgeous lily even as I type, and for this I am so grateful and humbled.
Letting people of all sizes, shapes, races, genders, religions, etc in near my world. Few are invited into the secret room of my deepest heart yet. But the year is young. I will always have progress that I can make.
Whether it is someone I met as a child, a youth, a family, or as a single being, I am blessed with good friends. There are those that lift my spirits and dreams higher just by being in them. By their support and cheering me on. By listening. By letting me give, and letting me take. There are faithful warriors and there are new faces. The blessing is that I am becoming able to let this richness in to my trust and hopes again. You'd have to know me, to get this in the spirit it is intended.
Do you still see a bare, winterized tree occasionally? Look twice. I see the green hope coursing throughout. New growth. Hope and victory over sleep.
As an avid motorcyclist, I chafe at 18 wheels, even at 4 wheels. I feel this strong desire at this time of year to ride hard and fast, letting the wind and the rain blow the cobwebs out of my head. As I drive in my rig over interstates in the South, the great descent has begun of bikes heading to Daytona Bike Week. The yearning in me kicks into overdrive. LOOK TWICE!! Save a a life!!! Share the road!
I can FEEL this glow shimmering around me! It is of light, of hope, of joy, and of appreciation in the beauty ever present and waiting to be embraced! It is in moments of peace, of deeply inhaling the clear air and of sincere inspiration that I lean in closer to hear the voice of God, of Earth, and of all that would speak motivation and love and presence.
Learning new ways to let a day go. Let a judgement go, usually of myself. To begin the night in peace and set up for sweet dreams and healing, regeneration and restoration. Beginning to look forward to waking up, not in pain of body or heart, but in wonder and excitement of soul and mind.
I am challenging myself today to honor my progress, be gentle with my process, to enjoy the journey, to love without restrictions, and to look twice- embracing Change, Letting Go, and living Fearlessly.
Sincere gratitude and blessings,
Jan M. Olsen
~J~
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