Jeanne K... connecting

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Fri, 19 Jul 2013 13:38:00 +0000

I've learned that we have to make up our minds where we want to put our energy. No matter what happens, it's still a choice as to how we deal with our circumstances and how we live our lives. I try to make some kind of peace with things that aren't what I'd expected and soak up the things and people that bring me delight. Each one takes some purposeful thinking, because it's so easy to take good things for granted.

XMAS

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 17:48:00 +0000

XMAS. I’ll write it this way if I want to. Do not tell me to “Keep Christ in Christmas.” Unless... you have the RIGHT to tell me. And do you? Do any of us? You can blast me for writing “xmas” ONLY if you are willing to do the Christ-like thing during the Christmas season... and help ONLY the needy!

Christ would NOT buy lavish gifts for his family and friends, let alone spend hundreds of dollars on wrapping paper, bows, tags and boxes. He would not put up a tree decorated with lights, bulbs, garlands and artificial snow. He would not spend hundreds of dollars decorating the outside of the house with blow-up snowmen, twinkling lights and fancy wreaths. He would not spend a minute agonizing over what to buy whom, what to serve for dinner, how to work in all the traveling, which party to attend and which to skip.

He WOULD provide food for people who were hungry and unwrapped gifts to fill a need for children and grown-ups. He’d marvel at the beauty of snow covered trees and stars twinkling in the sky. He’d spend time with family, friends, and strangers listening to their stories.

So, unless you are willing to do as He would do, don’t tell me to keep Christ in Christmas. I don’t know ANYONE who actually keeps Christ in Christmas anymore, including me. I get “wrapped up” in all the glitter too. It’s tough.

Going to church for Christmas Eve services, saying we are giving gifts (to anyone who already has everything they need) because it is giving out of love, putting up a fancy tree to bring cheer to the house, decorating to make the house and neighborhood look pretty, wrapping gifts so a loved one can open them and be surprised... all these things and more are NICE, but they are NOT what Christ would do! Serving dinners to the homeless in a soup kitchen on Christmas day is NICE too, but Christ wouldn’t do this and then go home to a family dinner around the dining room table in a warm cozy home decorated for the holiday. Christ would not buy three gifts and donate them to ‘Toys for Tots’ or ‘Secret Santa,’ and then buy 10 more expensive gifts for each his “own” children.

And by the way, since Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Christ, why do we give gifts to other people? In his honor? Really? As my daughter-in-law recently said, “Oh, the things we tell ourselves to justify what we do.”

Furthermore, Christ would not set aside a special day or season to do the right thing... Christ did the right things, the Christ-like things... every day.

My point is not that we shouldn't celebrate Christmas in what's become our traditional ways and do as many Christ-like things as we can. It's that I personally can't preach "Keep Christ in Christmas" when I'm not doing it myself! And I'll go so far as to say that no one else can either. Except for Thich Nhat Hanh and the Dalai Lama. :-) Not one of us should think that refraining from using the "X word" is enough! It's not. Getting caught up in stupid details is just another excuse to ignore people around us who are suffering... and it’s very self-righteous to think that spelling out “Christmas” is sufficient to consider ourselves good Christians.

If keeping Christ in Christmas were as easy as not writing “XMAS”... then everyone, I mean EVERYONE, all over the world, would have all they need on Christmas and... every day.

Merry Xmas and Merry Christmas!

PNC Park

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 20:03:00 +0000

Sorry the Pirates didn’t win today, but was so glad to go to my first professional baseball game! Love PNC Park and Pittsburgh!

Thanks to the panoramic feature on my little camera, this photo really captures the feeling of the whole day!

My friend, Carol Buxser, was right: There’s nothing like actually being there vs watching on TV. You don’t get the same excitement from TV. Carol suggested I go more often. And so we have!

The crack of the bat

Hot dogs, peanuts, Coke

Thousands cheer “Go Bucs!”

~Haiki by Ric Cochran

Is That Weird?

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Wed, 01 Jun 2011 19:45:00 +0000

My dear friend Pam posted on Facebook that she saw a van in a parking lot that reminded of her mother, who had died a few years before. Upon seeing it, she went back in time and wondered for a moment if her mother was okay, and asked if that was weird?

Some friends who’ve lost loved ones posted that they too have similar experiences.

I hear my Dad’s voice sometimes just like he’s talking in my ear. A first I respond to him. Tthen I “catch” myself and remember he died almost 3 years ago. And then I catch myself again... and say, “Next time I’m going to stay with the feeling... the knowing... that he IS here with me.” I’m sure all those we love are right next to us whenever we call them, and sometimes they do drop by to say hi. It’s not the same as the physical presence we know, but the people we love and those who’ve loved us are never far away. And there’s that part of our brain that KNOWS IT!!! Thank you, God.

Flying Fur Balls from Heaven

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Sun, 08 May 2011 20:09:00 +0000

I walked for over an hour and a half this morning at the park with Bodhi. After everyone left the park, for the first time, I let him walk off-leash. And it was wonderful. If he would get ahead of me on the track, he would periodically check back to see where I was and wait for me. If he started to go into the woods, I said “come back,” and he did! It was amazing. We both felt free and laughed and giggled. It was... blissful! After I got home and we were sitting on the front porch, cooling off, I felt GOOFY, actually. I was inspired to write poetry!

As I sit on the front porch and watch the soft little puffballs of dog hair

float from our door mat into the morning breeze

and land gently in the trees and on the neighbors’ flowers,

I am reminded of the myriad of ways God has of making me smile.

I use the “poetry” term loosely, of course. But in reality, the wonderful morning did make me realize and remember, God is the inventor of giggles! And I think we’re meant to giggle a lot... like little kids!

Jumping in Puddles

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Sat, 07 May 2011 19:53:00 +0000

I was walking Bodhi in the park and saw a little boy, who had apparently been told my his mother to go back and get his scooter. I watched as he came in my direction. He suddenly veered off the track to take a dozen or so jumps in a big puddle. He tried to hump higher and higher so that the splashes would be bigger and bigger. Then, just as suddenly, he left the puddle and went to retrieve his scooter.

That little guy was living in the moment!

Sometimes I feel the desire to splash in a puddle, but dismiss the thought.

For example, when I was at the park, I wanted to just lay down in the grass and giggle and let Bodhi run and jump over me. But I quickly wondered what others would think... and would I get grass stain on my clothes? Sometimes I see a lonely old man eating alone in a restaurant and I want to talk to him and ask him questions. But then I remember I have so much to do and I have to get going.

How different would my life be if I always lived in the moment?

What kind of people would we be if we all stopped to splash in the puddles?

I’m thinking we should give it a try!

I'm Still Here!

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Wed, 04 May 2011 15:44:00 +0000

My friend Jack posted on Facebook: “Woke to a cold house, checked the furnace and then called my dad and told him the symptoms. He showed up with a spare igniter he already had and I had heat within the hour! For those you lucky enough to still have their dad, or someone like him, remember to thank them for all the little things they do to help. Peace and love.”

I am so grateful for Jack’s post. When you write or say something good, one never knows how it will affect another person, so it’s always important to put good messages out there – these are the kinds of things that are meant to be shared. What Jack wrote made me stop and realize that even though my dad passed away 2 years ago, he still “shows up”... not with an igniter for my furnace, but with one for my soul. For instance...

When my daughter and granddaughters and I were walking in the Susan G. Komen Race, a pink balloon tied to the stroller suddenly came undone and took off up in the air. I could clearly hear my dad say in his mischievous tone of voice, “This one’s for me!” Ha! Daddy was walking with us! (Probably slowed down to walk with us, because he loved to RUN in races.) We watched the balloon go up, up, up, until we couldn’t see it anymore. But we knew it was still there! Daddy’s message to us: “And even though you can’t SEE me anymore, I’m still here.”

When I was recently worried about Jill crossing the U.S./Mexican border, I heard my dad say, “Don’t worry, Jeanne. I’m gonna be there with her.”

I’m sure my dad is still very close to me many times. If I was less preoccupied, and spent more time in expectation of his presence, I would probably notice him more. Thanks, Jack, for the impetus for a new way of thinking and being.

Mmmmm... Mexico Musings

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Tue, 03 May 2011 16:48:00 +0000

HAPPY “SIGNS” IN MEXICO

Happy signs? I’m not talking about the street signs that are “tucked away” on the sides of buildings, sandwiched in between other information or decoration. Although that does make me smile. What amazes me is that the people are by and large poor, and yet their very lifestyle shows a multitude of “signs” that they are happy. Even interacting with a gringa like me. I see an older woman walking down the street on calloused feet, carrying a heavy bucket of corn to be ground, shoulders bent from years of this daily task... and in my broken Spanish I smile and say “Buenos Dias.” Immediately her head raises and a broad smile crosses her face as she replies, “Buenas Tardes” (because I usually forget that the time of day has changed the appropriate greeting).

Celebrations

Mexicans celebrate everything! Lots of holidays, birthdays, quinceañeras (a girl’s 15^th birthday), weddings. In the US we celebrate most of those as well, but the celebrations last for days in Mexico! Although poor, when everybody gets together and shares what they have, there is an amazing abundance of food! And there is decoration as well – brightly colored banners, tablecloths and servietas (cloth napkins), and flowers! (I can’t help but think of Jesus feeding the 5,000.)

There are parades and processions going on all the time. During the Independence Day Celebration, there was not only a parade downtown, there were big parades in each colony within the city! Bands, floats, queens and their attendants (like my granddaughter Sophie), candy being thrown from the floats! Confetti being thrown from and TO the floats. One of the highlights of my day was when a bunch of confetti landed on me. (Some fell in my purse, which will remain there forever.) All throughout the day, we would see people with some confetti still in their hair, and we knew they too had been at a parade. It rained later that evening and the confetti was washed down into the cracks of the cobblestone streets. It was beautiful!

Dancers

I never did figure out the name of the kind of dance that we often watched during the Independence Celebration, but it was a kind of a mix of Irish dancing and Bollywood! Again the colors of the flowing dresses swirling and twirling emitted utter joy and happiness. The photo of the girl in yellow is my son-in-law’s sister, Kari. And my granddaughter, Sophia, is in green.

Markets & Bolsas

I loved going to the Mexican markets. Talk about color! Everywhere you look is color! We walked under various colored tarps through the streets. Under the tarps were neat stacks of colorful vegetables (which the people bring to the market everyday and set up their tarps and stack the vegetables, and tear it all down at the end of the day). There are brightly colored plastic buckets, clothing, hats, handmade toys, hand-painted crosses, aprons, and more vegetables, fruits and seeds.

For some reason, I was really drawn to the bolsas carried by the folks who were shopping. These are sturdy, plastic, mostly plaid, bags of all sizes that folks carry to the market. Most, if not all, are made by hand, and they will hold whatever you can fit in them, no matter what the weight! There are so many color combinations. In the U.S. we are getting better at taking our own bags to the store with us, but they’ve been doing this in Mexico for decades! I loved watching the people go by with their brightly colored bolsas. I can’t explain my fascination over the bolsas, but I think my husband, Ric, hit it on the head. He said that the bags are representative of core happiness among the Mexican people... if they were basically sad and distraught, their bags would be perhaps brown or a drab green... but no – they use every color in the rainbow! Only people who are basically happy and always reach for the joy in life, no matter their circumstances, would create a bag like the bolsa!

Kids & Dogs

The children are incredibly happy... not many have actual toys at all... rather they spend their days playing quite creatively. Their giggles sound the same in the U.S. and Mexico... only the language is different. There doesn’t seem to be much squabbling and sentences like “he took my (fill in the blank)” because they share easily and the “things” they play with are plentiful – they climb trees, play hide and seek, get fruit out of a tree, play one of the many playgrounds, etc.), but also because they do not OWN many things. The niños are playing with EACH OTHER and not so much with things.

Heck, even the dogs seem happy!

Mexican Food... I'm talking food folks actually eat in Mexico :-)

cecina (thinly sliced and seasoned beef)

chirizo & salsa (sausage)

chorros (cinnamon bread sticks)

eggs & salchicha

elote (corn on the cob, sprinkled with lime juice, rolled in chili seasoning)

fish taco

horcheta (coconut drink)

hot dog (si! even in Mexico!)

manzanita (apple soda)

nieves (ice cream)

nopales (cactus)

pan dulce (sweet breads)

pay (pineapple muffin)

picada (mi comido favorito)

pizza (si! even in Mexico!)

pollo rosado (roasted chicken)

pollo y salsa rojo (chicken & red salsa)

polvarones (orange cookies)

queso fundido (ham, pineapple, cheese)

rice taco (made with your own choice of ingredients - fish, chicken, veggies, etc.)

shrimp cocktail

sincronazada (ham & cheese “sandwich”)

takis (highly addictive snack chips)

taquito

torta (like a sandwich, but the bread used is amazing)

tostada

Día de Los Muertos (November 1-2)

“Day of the Dead” – it may sound weird to our American ears, but this is a joyous and wonderful celebration of the lives of family and friends who’ve passed away. A time to remember loved ones with fondness – by placing things on a homemade altar that remind us of the family member or friend – photographs, foods they liked, an object that represents something special to that person such as sports, music, a momento. Lots of marigolds are used – the official flower of Día de Los Muertos – pots of them are placed in the shape of a cross in front of the altar, with marigold petals leading from the gate to the house.

Best of all, the families gather together for 2 days* to share memories, food and time with each other. In 2010 my daughter and son-in-law hosted the Oferenda at their casa in Mexico.

*Although it may be called “Day” of the Dead or Independence “Day,” holidays are actually celebrated for more than merely one day in Mexico! Of course!

Night Sounds in Mexico

All through the night church bells rang, roosters crowed, and dogs barked. At first, these sounds kept me awake, and I thought I would not sleep for the entire two weeks of my visit. But within a couple days, the sounds were actually soothing to me! Although I still heard the “noises” in the night, they became sounds that let me know “all was well” outside... and reminded me that I was sleeping in another land. Ah... an odd Symphony of Sound, and I loved slumbering to this strange harmony.

Just when I thought I was familiar with all the night and early morning sounds, I awoke to a man on a bicycle (obviously pulling a cart), riding thru the neighborhood calling out, “Tamaleeeeeeeeeeeees!” Now that was the coolest wake-up call I’d ever heard. I woke with a smile.

Kids at Play

In a nearby town where my daughter and son-in-law live in Mexico, a Tree Lighting Ceremony was held in the plaza. Their little girls (my granddaughters) were playing in the plaza with 8-10 other little kids. Jill writes, “Amazing how much fun kids can have running around in circles, 5 little girls sharing 1 Barbie doll, little boys playing with a soccer ball and a rubber ball, kids playing with a piece of string – all the time laughing, giggling and squealing with delight. Life here doesn’t ask for much – kids here don’t ask for much – little things make people happy.”

I love what Ric posted on Facebook the next day... “Give a kid a cell phone and she will learn the limits of technology... give her a piece of rope, and she’ll imagine a beanstalk to other worlds.”

Simplilcity

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Mon, 02 May 2011 15:55:00 +0000

I long to have a room in my house like this one. Yet I know darn well, after stepping inside it, I'd go back out and get a rug to bring in to sit on while I meditate. Then perhaps one little plant for some greenery. Maybe a few candles. Why not some of my favorite books? Oh, a good place to keep my dumbbells and yoga mat so I could work out in a nice place. I'd need music, too! CD player, guitar, music book. Oh gosh, by now I'm gonna need some shelves...

My life is so busy, filled with so many things I have to do, responsibilities, errands to be run... that I often feel overwhelmed. Even with only two of us in our home, things still pile up a bit and I can’t stand the clutter. I feel better when I’m someplace peaceful... mainly in the woods... but also in a place where furnishings are sparse and accessories are few. So, I’m trying to relieve my stress by living simpler. It’s a difficult task, more so than I would have imagined. I’m starting to do this with my physical surroundings. Seems a little weird perhaps, but I know I will feel better to be living in an uncluttered environment. A therapist once told me I have a need to create order out of chaos. It was an “ah-ha” moment for me. So, I’m going with that, and presume it will lead me to other more beneficial and spiritual ways to live simply and with less stress.

Recycling has caused me to realize how much stuff we can accumulate, so I also want to simplify by using less stuff in the first place. When I feel I “need” something, instead of going out and buying it, I’m looking around me to see what I already have that will serve the purpose.

I’m also inspired to live with less after having been to Mexico twice (not as a tourist, but by visiting family). There, folks have small homes, neatly organized, always clean, with minimal furnishings and appliances, yet warm, cozy and comfortable. When I’m there, I always think, “This is just fine! Why do I need so many rooms in my house?” Ric and I recently went to Holly River State Park and stayed in a little cabin, along with a friend. It was plenty of space. We were peaceful and content, felt no stress, and had similar thoughts as I had when in Mexico. I can’t really see myself getting down to two or three rooms, but who knows? Anyway, I’m going to start with making the rooms I have more peaceful and uncluttered.

Another thing that’s currently driving this need is a book Ric handed me to read... one of the great classics... “Walden” by Henry David Thoreau. It’s the story of the two years he spent living in the wood by Walden Pond in his one room cabin with the bare necessities. He found an abundance of treasures communing with nature, reading, entertaining occasional visitors, and more. My head spins as I read his work, and think about how complicated we make our lives!

Well, here was my first test. It wasn’t much, but I gotta start somewhere in implementing what I’m beginning to believe. We’re going to be selling our house in the near future and move to a smaller place... however, I will still need a little space for my art studio. A great opportunity came up to rent a room in one of our old downtown buildings. I had lots of cabinets, drawers and a closet in my in-house art studio... but my new one downtown was just one room, so I had the challenge of not buying too many things in order to store my equipment, art supplies, framing and matting tools, frames, finished work, etc.

Tables and one shelving unit, I already had, so no problem there. I needed storage for things, so went first to the garage. My Christmas decorations were stored in plastic bins on a big wire shelving unit. They didn’t need to be on the shelves, so the wire unit went to the art studio. I emptied some shoe boxes and used them in the studio to hold paint and supplies. I took some cups and mugs from the kitchen cabinets to hold brushes, pencils and other things. Grabbed a lamp from one room, a chair from another, a vase from the mantle... and moved them to the studio. I loved that more than one purpose was being served – making my art studio workable and comfortable and clearing out a bit of space in our house... plus, I saved money by not buying new things to contain my stuff. It wasn’t as easy as it sounds... as I realized something else I “needed,” I constantly had to ask myself questions like, “Do I really need this, or is it an unnecessary luxury? Do I have to buy this thing, or do I already have something at home that will work just as well?” It felt good not to have added to my collection of belongings!

What I did is no great deed or amazing contribution to the world! For heaven’s sake, I was only moving stuff from one room to another. But what was different for me was I didn’t go out and ADD to my current stuff. It was a little thing in the whole scheme of things. But isn’t starting with something little, the first step in making bigger changes? Isn’t something better than nothing? I hope so. ‘Cause it not only felt good, it was fun! Fun is better than stress anytime!

My Favs!

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Sun, 01 May 2011 22:06:00 +0000

Color – Blue
Season – Spring
Movie – “With Honors”
TV Show – “American Idol” “So You Think You Can Dance” “Dog Whisperer”
Song – “Love Hurts” by Nazareth
Snack food – Pita chips
Lunch food – Tuna salad on whole grain bread
Drink – Diet Orange Sunkist
Restaurant – Mexican or Indian
Flower – Blue Hydrangeas
Tree - Hemlock Pine
Book – “Seat of the Soul” by Gary Zukav, “Where the Heart Is” by Billie Letts, “A Walk in the Woods” by Bill Bryson, and so many more!
Nursery Rhyme – “There was a little girl, who had a little curl...”
Hobbies – Painting, piano, guitar, jewelry making
Favorite way to spend free time – Doing any of the above, reading, walking/hiking in the woods, hanging out at a bookstore or café, going to movies, attending live music performances
Some things most people don’t know about me: I am not a morning person. I think I could eat a whole cheesecake.

What I Get to Do

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Sat, 30 Apr 2011 20:49:00 +0000

I was loading stuff into my car today to take to an Art Expo tomorrow. I posted what I was doing on Twitter. I added that I was happy, because I didn't want anyone to think that I was complaining about loading the car. I wasn't thinking of it as work, but felt happy that I could paint and was going to be part of an art exhibit. It was something I "got" to do!
I've been trying lately to think of work and chores as something I "get" to do.

Who wouldn't... finding themselves holding a hungry child next to them to keep warm on a cold night with no shelter or food... want to be in a hot kitchen doing dishes? That would be a sign that you had shelter, warmth and food for you and your child.

No I don't remember to think of everything I do as something I get to do all the time, and I'm pretty sure I'll forget several more times even today. So, if you see me sometime and hear me say, "I'm so tired, it's been a rough day," feel free to ask me what it was I got to do.

What?? On Easter Sunday?!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Sun, 24 Apr 2011 19:33:00 +0000

"He probably chooses this life!"

"Sometimes you just can’t help people!"

"Why does he have to lay on the church wall... and on Easter Sunday! Jeeesh!"

My husband, Ric, posted this photo and those comments on Facebook. Now I would never post something like that... not because I’m too good of a person to post it, but because I wouldn’t have the COURAGE to risk being misunderstood to make a point! My husband does.

Ric got slammed by a few people on Facebook. But not be people who know him... they got his point.

We actually did see this man lying on the wall in the Sacred Heart garden on Easter Sunday. We were awestruck! So many levels of enlightenment can be found in this scene.

I like what Jim Lange said: “The Universe loves irony.”

Ric eventually posted a comment on his photo: “My intention is just to inspire us to think, think, think. This is going on every day. One of the ways we have (in Charleston, WV) as taxpayers, dealt with the situation in recent years, is to have spikes added to the tops of walls so that vagrant loiterers are discouraged from tainting the ambiance of downtown...”

Most of us have uttered the words in the caption of this photo, in one situation or another. Many of us have seen the dirty, smelly, disheveled person walk through our church doors... delighted he or she wanted to be there, yet secretly hoping they wouldn’t take a seat next to us. Those are thoughts we wish we were above thinking... but we thought them anyway.

We are meant to love, without understanding why and without judgment... AND we are not meant to have such pristine lives that we can easily and quickly look down on others.

Ric and I walked through the garden enjoying its beauty and then returned back to our home. This homeLESS man found a safe refuge and a place to lay his head for a while. At a place designed to bring comfort, peace and serenity... for everyone needing a little rest.

Holly River State Park - Fall of 2010

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 17:12:00 +0000

Ric and I enjoyed a wonderful trip to Holly River State Park with our friend Jack last fall. Jack is a loving, kind-hearted, intelligent, talented childhood friend of Ric's. Although I had met him once before, this was the first time we had spent any real amount of time together. Jack likes to talk. He will tell you so himself. We were amazed at all the words Jack could cram into one sentence... all GOOD stuff... but sometimes it's hard for our brains to keep up! So we would laugh. And Jack would say, "I know I talk too much." And in a way, yes... but really I wanted to shout, "No, don't stop! This is amazing!" So at Holly River we got the best of three wonderful things life has to offer... laughter in the midst of the extreme natural beauty found in the middle of West Virginia, and a newfound friendship.

THE HIKE

Walking, climbing, wandering thru the forest...

Little streams and falling water

Moss-covered rocks

Among the bare trees, still many with bright yellow and orange leaves

Green rhododendron

Soft hemlock pine

Fallen leaves on the trail

Little surprises along the way – a deer, a “golden” pond

THE MAID

The guys were outside and I went back to the cabin to get a bottle of water. While there I decided to take a few minutes to straighten up and make the bed. Later when all three of us came back inside, we walked through the door and the dialogue went something like this...

RIC: Ah, they made the bed!

JACK: Yes, they did!

ME: “They”?

RIC & JACK LOOK AND EACH OTHER AND LAUGH

ME: Gotta say it... spoken just like a man.

RIC: Men are slugs.

MY HEMLOCK

I had been to Holly River many times, many years ago... and those camping memories are good. I remember sitting around a campfire with my mom and dad. I remember Danny and Jill having so much fun riding their bikes and hiking in the woods. They (well, me too) loved roasting hot dogs and marshmallows over the open fire. Yet, this time seemed like the first time I had been there. We stayed in a cabin for one thing, which is in a different area of the park. But I think the real difference is that I have always enjoyed nature, but these days I really appreciate nature. As I hiked and walked through the forest, I keenly felt the energy of all the live plants and trees. I even buried my face in the low branches of a hemlock pine and felt the delicate needles brush against my face. And I hugged that tree!

I was glad that I have been recycling during the past few years, and trying to use less to start with (but I’m a spoiled American, and often fall short of my goals). My hikes over the weekend made me much more aware of my connection with the trees and plants and wildlife, whether I’m in the woods or driving on the streets of Charleston.

WAIT A SECOND

We set the time on the camera to get a pic of all three of us. Jack doesn’t just talk fast... he does everything fast... and expects the camera to keep up with him! Guess he assumed the instant we all three lined up together the camera would take our pictures. It took a few tries to keep Jack in the shot!

QUOTE OF THE WEEKEND

"I'm wearing my corduroys today." ~Jack

The Button

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 22:26:00 +0000

I’ve had my Saturn car for 7 years. I love it. I’m keeping it for several more, because sadly I won’t be able to get another one (as of this year, Saturns are no longer being made). And now I love it even more!

I always thought I was told, when I purchased my Saturn new, that the back seats would fold down, opening up to the trunk, to allow for transporting large items. I would try to utilize that feature from time to time, but could never get my seats to fold down. There was a square button on top of each back seat, but when I pushed it, nothing happened. I tried various things, like pushing or pulling on the seat itself... again, nothing. So I assumed I just dreamt that this was an available feature. I don’t like to have to ask for help, but just recently I had to resort to asking my friend, Matt, to help me move a few things to my new downtown art studio. He happily helped me do so.

A few days later, I was loading groceries in my car, and saw that square button again. I felt around all sides of it, to an opening in the back. I put my fingers under the button, lifted it up, and voila! The back seat instantly folded down!

Seven years... 7 years... that’s how long I could have been using my fold-down back seats. 7 YEARS!

The button was there all the time. I just needed to lift, rather than push. How very simple. “Simple” referring to the mechanics of the button... and to ME!

Breathe...

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Fri, 04 Mar 2011 12:00:00 +0000

Breathe
For a moment, let that split second between breaths be the space where you keep the memory.
Let your pain, and questions fly out in a whoosh...
...
And thereafter,
As often as you're inclined,
Pause a moment there again,
And feeling full and satisfied,
Smile the memory of a friend.

~Ric Cochran

Camel Watering Woman

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 15:51:00 +0000

FUNNY STORY FROM COMEDIAN JEFF ALLEN:

In the book of Genesis, Abraham sends one of his slaves down to the well in town to find a wife for his son. He tells the son to find a “camel watering” woman, a woman doing a good day’s work, someone with a strong back and character to match. I mention this, because I married a “camel watering woman” myself.

Tami is a product of a blue collar home. She is a tinkerer – she’s always doing something around the house. In the past, she has laid tile and grout in one of our bathrooms. She has put up crown molding around our entire living room and bedrooms. She also does most of the landscaping outside. In case you are wondering, I don’t really do that kind of stuff. We will leave it at that.

The reason I mention this is because something happened a few weeks ago that kind of rattled my cage.

I was out of town for a couple of weeks and when I came home, I noticed that what was once carpet in our living room was now hardwood. So I inquired as to where that came from.
Tami replied, “Home Depot. I took a class and laid it myself. Isn’t it pretty?”
That was not what I was looking for, so I rephrased the question, “What happened to the rug?”
“Oh,” she began a little slower this time. “It’s gone.”
“I can see that. Where did it go?”
“I threw it out. I was sick of looking at it.”
Understand, this is the first I have heard of this, so I asked another question. “When did this occur?”
“What do you mean?”
“I am curious, was it a week ago, a month ago, a year ago....”
“Why does that matter?” she asked.
“I just wanted to have an idea about how long I have left if you ever get sick of looking at me.”

We have been married for 24 years, which is about four times longer than that rug lasted before it met its demise.

I guess it bothers me because I am a lot like that rug, worn out and kind of shaggy, a little loose in the middle and there are a couple of bald spots on me as well. But I was comfortable with the rug and, up until this happened, I was comfortable with the way I looked.

Not any more. Now it’s to the gym. I’m going to tone up the flab, do a bunch of cardio, work on a six pack.... Aahhhh, who am I kidding? Fact is, while I married a “camel watering woman,” I’m more of a “caramel eating man.” So it’s off to Maggie Moo’s for a couple of humps of Caramoo Chunks in a waffle cone.

Slow and Fast - in Mexico

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 01:44:00 +0000

Most everything moves slowly in Mexico. Although appointments are made, forget about things happening at the “appointed” time! In Mexico, things happen when they happen. Stores have their hours posted, but they open and close... whenever. This can sometimes be frustrating, but mostly comical. Meals are eaten leisurely (as they should be). And parties and celebrations last long into the night... no hurry... stay and enjoy!

The only thing that moves fast in Mexico is the traffic! It moves so fast, that it makes up for everything else that moves slowly in the country. Yikes! Hold onto your seat. When traffic is congested, drivers push their way through, blowing horns like crazy. Despite the rush, there seem to be very few accidents.

One thing that makes the traffic move fast, is that the combi drivers (of the city bus system) get paid, not by the hour, but by the number of passengers they transport. So, the amount of food that appears on the dinner table, is directly dependent on how may people the combi driver gets to transport. They waste no time. The first time I was in Mexico, I bumped my head extremely hard on the top of the doorway as I was entering a combi. I almost passed out. It was really scary. The driver kept asking me if I was okay... “Está bien, Senora? Está bein?” But as he was asking... he was pulling away headed toward the next stop!!! :-)

Special Occasions

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Sun, 09 Jan 2011 21:55:00 +0000

My friend, and art teacher, Kristina, posted on Facebook recently, “There are exactly as many special occasions in life as we choose to celebrate. ~Robert Brault.”

When I first read this, I thought... Hmmm... sometimes a special occasion, like Christmas, doesn’t always turn out as expected... there are some disappointments, or not everyone you want to see on Christmas Day can be there... but we celebrate what has gone nicely and those we did get to spend time with.

It also occurred to me that we can create special occasions. Why wait for a holiday to celebrate? The date of the celebration could be one of my choosing and I could work it around people with whom I really want to be with! The occasion? The first bud to appear on a tree in spring, the first leaf to fall in autumn!... a holiday only celebrated in another country, or a religious holiday that is different from my “own,”... the birthday of someone famous who inspires me... the anniversary of my high school graduation... oh my, the list of things to celebrate is limited only by one’s imagination, which is unlimited.

Now, those two things are all well and good, and fun... but perhaps the true meaning of the quote is to celebrate the NOW moments. Celebrate the things that are part of our daily lives... friendships, people we enjoy working with, the part of our jobs we like best, the part of staying home that we like best, family members we most enjoy being with, meeting someone new, some funny or unexpected event, or dancing with the one you love. Recognize the beauty of the MOMENT... and CELEBRATE it! :-)

Less Stress in 2011

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 03:02:00 +0000

New Year's Resolutions: Trying to have less stress is probably at the top of the list for most people. It's there for me. But how can we lessen the stress? What can we change to make that happen? We can change jobs, but the new job will bring its own kind of stress. We can let the housecleaning go, but we'll eventually have to dive in and do it anyway and there will be more of it. We can take a vacation, but we'll have to come back home sometime! It occurs to me that we literally have to stop and take the time to relax and renew our energy... and make it a daily practice. Here are some ideas that seem pretty simple, but they'll make a difference if we make the time for them:

Find a room or a corner where you can be comfy, light a candle, and read a good book.
Breathe deeply. Breathe in and out, and concentrate on your breath. Have a background of soft music and... light a candle.
Walk. Walk along a path in the woods. Walk the labyrinth at St. Marks UMC in Charleston (everyone is invited to enjoy it).
Just sit. Sit on a park bench, sit on the back porch or sit on a log... and listen to the sounds, breath in the fresh air.
Watch water! Stare at a lake, watch the river flow, sit by a waterfall and be mesmerized both the movement and the sound of the rushing water. Or trickling water, as the case may be. :-)
Light a candle! Just sit quiety and watch the flame... think peaceful and happy thoughts only.

Just a few ideas. Again, they seem simple, but they'll work if we make the time to be quiet for a little while each day... calming our bodies and our minds. Yes, we'll then go back to our daily tasks, but with renewed energy. If we get into the habit of doing something that's meditative each day... we'll gain more and more peace and energy.

That's my plan. Watch out 2011... not because I'm charging into you! But because you might trip over me while I'm chillin'...

Gratitude for Expensive Car Repairs... Really?

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Tue, 30 Nov 2010 03:02:00 +0000

Yes! I try to practice gratitude everyday. Some days it's easy... some days it's tough! But if I'm serious about having an attitude of gratitude, then I need to be grateful EVERY day. This morning, during rush hour, my little white Saturn quit running while going up the ramp from MacCorkle Avenue to the South Side Bridge. Still in the shop tonight. Repairs are going to be expensive. The inconvenience is one thing... the expense is what I have trouble with. How can I be grateful for this unexpected expenditure? The first things that come to mind are things like "at least I didn't have a wreck and get hurt," "at least this didn't happen going to or from Pittsburgh last week," etc. Somehow I feel the need to rise above the it could have been worse kind of gratitude. So... after some thoughtful consideration I find much to be grateful for in today's situation.

I HAVE A CAR! I had a car yesterday, I have a car today, I'll have a car tomorrow. Most everyday of my life, I have the convenience of hopping into my car to go to work, shopping, on a trip, or wherever I want to go.

I have the MEANS to pay for the repairs. I don't have the cash, but I do have a credit card. I'm not crazy about using it... but nevertheless, I have the means to pay for the repairs.

The guy who is fixing my car, does this for a living. Because he has customers like me, he can provide for himself and his family. And, thank goodness there are people and companies whose business it is to fix cars. Otherwise, for most of us, when a car broke, that would be the end of it. My car will be FIXED. The mechanic will EARN A LIVING.

Things circulate... including money. I spend some today. I get some tomorrow (well, at least on payday). I'll earn most of it, some of it will be a gift. Actually, all of it is a gift. It's a gift to have a job. Having a car, even one that needs fixed, is a sign that I have GIFTS in my life.

If I choose to live a lifestyle that necessitates owning a car, then I must realize that that car will require repairs now and then. Other people will benefit from my car repair needs, I will benefit from their skill and knowledge. It's a trade-off... and having a car is a sign I get to CHOOSE my lifestyle.

Today has been an opportunity to PRACTICE not stressing out and not worrying. If I want my life to be peaceful, and I keep saying that I do, then I have to find peace in the midst of whatever is going on.

Lastly, I feel there is some unknown BENEFIT, some blessing in this event and/or in each step of my day today. Had I arrived at work as usual, I would not have had encounters with these people:

AAA lady who answered the phone
Steve & Jenny on the morning radio show
The Charleston Police Officer who came to direct traffic
Ray, the driver of the tow truck
The folks at Appalachian Tire
Facebook friends who responded to my goofy posts about my car breakdown
A nice chat with a friend in the building where my art studio is (where I waited for my car to be finished)
Our friend Matt, who brought me home from work

That's a lot of people! Why were they in my life today? Why was I in theirs? I must trust that there's a bigger picture I can't see - where everything in this day makes sense, and it works better if I make an effort to flow with it.

Now the real challenge: Can I hand that credit card over tomorrow with a SMILE? :-)

A Real Bargain!

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Tue, 16 Nov 2010 15:37:00 +0000

Ever had an experience where a child in his or her innocence completely misunderstood something you said? A chance to see something through a child’s eyes? I once gave my Dad that opportunity!

I don’t recall my age, but know I was pretty little. Daddy was trying to get me to do something (don’t recall what, perhaps some kind of household or yard work or taking care of pets chore). To give me an incentive to do whatever it was, he said “I’ll make you a bargain.” I felt a thrill well up in my entire body! A bargain! A real bargain? I could hardly contain my excitement. My dad was going to make a PLAYHOUSE for me!!! I have no idea why the word “bargain” meant a little playhouse, but that’s how I understood it at the time.

So, I waited and waited and waited... for weeks. No lumber, nails or paint in sight. No sounds of hammering in the night when my parents thought I was fast asleep. No giggles from my mom and dad as they planned what colors they would use on the walls. Nothing. I was so disappointed.

Then it occurred to me that he may be building my bargain someplace else, and the whole thing would be delivered on the back of a truck when it was finished. There, that was it! So my excitement grew again.

One day, weeks or maybe even months later, Daddy was reminding me that I hadn’t done something I was supposed to have done. I straightened my shoulders and pronounced to him, “Well, you haven’t done what you promised to either. You never built my Bargain!!!”

I can still see the perplexed look on the faces of my Mom and Dad.

(My dad worked long and hard to provide for our family. We weren’t poor, but certainly didn’t have extra money for things like building materials for a playhouse. However, upon realizing they had inadvertently disappointed me, my parents cleared out half of our back porch, which was to be for my use only – as a playhouse area. They found a little table, some chairs, tablecloths and such, storage for my tea set, etc. and that became MY space. I sometimes invited them to join me for tea in my Bargain.)

Footprints... A New Telling

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 15:15:00 +0000

This is the Unity version of a familiar story:

Imagine you and Jesus, the Christ, are walking down the road together. For much of the way, His footprints go along steadily, consistently, rarely varying the pace.

But your footprints are a disorganized stream of zigzags, starts, stops, turnarounds, circles, departures, and returns.

For much of the way, it seems to go like this, but gradually your footprints come more in line with the Christ, soon paralleling His consistently...

You and the Christ are walking as true friends.

This seems perfect, but then an interesting thing happens: Your footprints that once etched the sand next to Jesus' are now walking precisely in His steps.

Inside His larger footprints are your smaller ones, you and the Christ are becoming one.

This goes on for many miles, but gradually you notice another change. The footprints inside the large footprints seem to grow larger.

Eventually they disappear altogether. There is only one set of footprints. They have become one.

This goes on for a long time, but suddenly the second set of footprints is back. This time it seems even worse! Zigzags all over the place. Stops. Starts. Gashes in the sand. A variable mess of prints.

You are amazed and shocked. Your dream ends. Now you pray: “Lord, I understand the first scene, with zigzags and fits. I was learning. But You walked on through the storm and helped me learn to walk with You.”

“And when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours, I was actually learning to walk in Your steps, following You very closely. When the smaller footprints grew and filled in Yours, I suppose that I was becoming like You in every way.”

“So, Lord, what happened? Was there a regression or something? The footprints separated, and this time it was worse than at first.”

There is a pause as you feel the answer, with a smile you feel His voice inside you whisper...

“It was then that we danced!”

To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven: A time to weep, a time to laugh, a time to mourn, and a time to dance. Ecclesiastes 3:1-4

A Thought Path

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 13:07:00 +0000

As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single THOUGHT will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.

~Henry David Thoreau

Chasing the Ice Cream Truck in Mexico

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Sun, 07 Nov 2010 04:08:00 +0000

But first... The Mexican Whistle

Mexicans have this very special kind of whistle that’s used to call for each other... guys use it to call for their friends... and mothers use it to call for their children. It’s shrill and loud... very loud. What amazes me is that guys recognize each other’s whistles and children recognize their own mother’s whistle! In the middle of playing a game in another neighborhood, one little girl out of ten will stop when she hears her mother’s “call,” say adios to her friends and run home!

Now... The Ice Cream Truck Bells

One of the coolest days from my recent trip to Mexico was when I had occasion to run down one of the cobblestone streets in my daughter and son-in-law’s neighborhood.

Dogs can be barking and the music can be up loud... but my 3-year old granddaughter, Amaya, can hear the tinkling bells of the ice cream truck from blocks away.

One afternoon Amaya and I were busy playing cars, and suddenly her eyes lit up and she said, “Ice Keam Tuck!” We quickly jumped up and rushed down the path through their garden to the street and opened the gate. But no ice cream truck! We heard the bells again and ran down the street, trying to follow the sound. When we turned the corner, the ice cream truck was going through the intersection up ahead of us!

Laughing and giggling, we ran and turned at the corner, with several men standing by watching a fair-skinned gringa grandma and her little nieta running as fast as they could, chasing the ice cream truck... which was continuing down the street oblivious to the fact that we were trying to catch it!

Instead of laughing, the men let out that famous “Mexican Whistle” and the ice cream truck stopped dead, then backed up to meet Amaya and me!

Little smiling Sami, who looked like he’s spent 80+ years in the sun, lifted Amaya up so she could look inside to pick the flavor she wanted. We gave him some pesos and thanked him for coming back to us.

Walking back to the casa with one of Amaya’s hands in mine and her ice cream cone in the other, I realized that even though I couldn’t get a photo of the scene, it will forever be a picture in my mind... running through the cobblestone streets in Mexico with my granddaughter... chasing an ice cream truck!!! An experience that won’t be found in the tour guides.

Gratitude

noreply@blogger.com (Jeanne K. Cochran) — Sun, 07 Nov 2010 03:14:00 +0000

There’s something to smile about every day! Every single day. Even on a bad day! There’s always something to smile about when I stop to remember what I’m GRATEFUL for in my day... and in my life.

Of course, this is not a new idea, but it is a good idea. There are so many things I take for granted, because I expect things to be good and to go well. But when one of those days comes along when everything seems to go wrong and I begin to think my life is a mess, I find it’s good to take the time to think about what was good that day and let it be a reminder that most of my days are pretty darn wonderful. Keeping a Gratitude Journal makes me aware that my life is not a mess, but blessed!

The things I record in my gratitude journal can be something as big as all of our kids and grandkids were here for Christmas to something as little as I had a great cup of hazelnut coffee this morning to something as silly as blue post-its! Some days, I write of things I absolutely take for granted, like running water, my car started this morning, a comfortable bed. There are no rules as to what I write down – it doesn’t have to be serious or profound – I leave it open to be fun and ridiculous as well!

I was told once that keeping a Gratitude Journal is selfish, because it becomes one of those “it’s all about me” things. I even stopped writing for a long time. Now I realize it’s like a prayer. It’s at least the one time a day, that I stop and let God know that I’m grateful for my life and everything in it. I suppose I’m even grateful for the troubles and stresses, because they give me a chance to rise above them, and of course... take that look around and see all that much is good, despite the problems.

Keeping the Gratitude Journal is even a blessing in itself, because I often enjoy going back to entries I made years ago and finding things I had long since forgotten. I get to smile about it once again!

Goofy Gratefulness

Looking back through my old journal entries, I find:
JUNIOR MINTS
HIGHLIGHTERS, especially blue and purple
GARBAGE TRUCKS (imagine... someone picks up my trash and takes it away!)
PENS
SOCKS
PILLOWS
TISSUES
TOMATOES
CHILI
CHAPSTICK
CHOPSTICKS
EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND RERUNS
WINDSHIELD WIPERS
FALLING DOWN AND HEARING PEOPLE LAUGH (they wouldn’t laugh if I was really hurt)
FALLING DOWN AND HEARING PEOPLE GASP (grateful part is being able to get back up)
DIET CHERRY 7-UP
MITTENS

Really-Reaching-For-It Gratitude Days

SCOOPED CAT LITTER (Why not? At least they have a specific spot to “use the bathroom” and scooping cat litter means I have cats!)
DID LAUNDRY (Love the scent of clean clothes, fresh out of the dryer)
WASHED DISHES (I like an empty sink)
VACUUMED (Now I won’t have cat hair on my socks)

Gratitude "Themes"

Sometimes when I've had a so-so day, nothing spectacular happened, it wasn't necessarily bad, just one of those uneventful days... I resort to THEMES! I may write down 5 people I'm grateful to have in my life, 5 favorite foods, 5 all-time favorite books I've read, 5 vacations I remember well, 5 things I was grateful to have experienced with my grandma or grandfather. It's a time to get creative... and then, of course, be grateful for creativity!