Jeanne H Barnett's Blog

My favorite author and why? That is a hard one for me.
I have many authors who have taken me on journeys into adventure – romance – history – inner exploration – parables – wisdom
and more!

The journey I find most intriguing is the one that causes me to think beyond myself and discover some “truth” that seems to cause my journey to stop while I contemplate the impact of that “truth” on
where I have been and where I am going . . .

The definition of “author” comes from Latin auctor author, from augē re to increase and that is what my favorite authors do for me—each of them somehow increase something in my heart, my mind, my soul –
and I find them fascinating!

MY FAVORITES: Thomas Merton and Joseph Campbell
WHY: • they draw me to see the “commonalities” in our world
and the interconnectedness of everything
• they plant seeds within me that encourage me on my path

Flights of fancy or flights into all the colors of the sky . . .
authors should increase something for me: understanding, enjoyment,
reveal markers on my path, help me see myself and my world –
a fascinating journey for the wisdom, for the fun, for the life!!!

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Today’s prompt, in my opinion, leads to negative thinking—it would tend to draw a person to dive deep into thinking about what is “wrong” about either the structure they live in (house, apartment, etc.) or
their body.
WHY would I want to do that?

Instead, I would try to look at anything that “irritates” me (angers or annoys me) from a different perspective.

In response to today’s prompt:
one thing that COULD irritate me would be that I moved into my parents’ house when they passed and my dad, who grew up in the Depression Era, always chose to make any repairs or maintenance in the cheapest way possible—
BUT what that gives me is the opportunity to replace things with
long-lasting quality materials – to improve my home instead of getting
angry and/or complaining. One response impacts my body and my
mind in bad ways and the other way of looking at it gives me the
power to make better choices and improve what is my home.

While I know every coin has two sides,
I also know there are some things which are impossible to view from
a positive perspective, hard to find a way to see anything “good” in it,
but it seems like a better thing to me to try to find even a tiny point
that is positive before wasting my time and my energy by focusing
on what irritates me.

One study found that a habit of prolonged negative thinking
diminishes your brain’s ability to think, reason, and form memories.
Essentially draining your brain’s resources.

SO, I am NOT going to spend my time focusing on what might irritate
me, but instead will choose to be thankful I have a place to live
even if it is, like me, imperfect!

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Focus today: what color describes your personality and why?

When I put this question to my husband, he replied “rainbow.”
“Rainbow describes your personality.” Interesting, right?

I guess I would say “blue” describes my personality because
it is a calm, serene color and I tend to be a pretty calm person
“most” of the time—
then, I would say black and white for my early life because I grew up
in a family that believed everything was black and white with no gray
areas and then . . . life happened and taught me that there
were many gray areas in reality, and many other colors to be seen.

Colors speak – whether it is in artwork by man or God. When I look
at anything, the colors bring forth certain emotions, sometimes very
strong feelings and other times a peaceful flow.

There are resources available to help understand the impact of
color on humans. I first came to research color when I worked in
graphic design and advertising for many years and found it useful to
understand color theory and that led me to research the psychology
of color and how color impacts marketing and design.

The use of color in our world is often the first thing I notice about my
surroundings, natural and manmade. I could watch a sunrise or a
sunset or a river flowing or enjoy hours at an art gallery because
the colors speak to my spirit.

Of course, it is hard to beat all the colors of nature, the various tones,
the shading, the seasonal basket full of nature telling us what is
going on – the seasons, the cycles of nature, what is coming!

Then the birds and the animals – what amazing colors are to be
seen just by looking around—colors everywhere!

The Egyptians and Chinese used colors to heal, a process that is
known as chromotherapy. Colors were used in order to help the
body function better. Everyone perceives colors differently, so . . .

And, yes, I believe our brains pick up on colors our eyes may not see.
Consciously or unconsciously, we may respond to colors our brains
are “seeing” when we see others—what colors do I speak?
An interesting question . . . maybe we should share more about
what colors we “see” in each other,
an interesting, little-understood language . . . the colors of Life!
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Cooking . . . it can be throwing things together to make a dish or a meal OR it can be exact measurements made while following a detailed how-to recipe—just like LIFE!

There are some who go to a culinary school to learn the “right way” to cook and there are some who follow in traditions of those who have gone before to make dishes for which no written recipe exists.

I think COOKING and LIFE are a lot alike:

• measure each step carefully
OR —jump in and throw it all together
(make goals or “wing it”)

• study to learn how to do it “right”
OR —go with your gut to decide what is “right”
(check out resources or go with what has always been)

• sift the flour before using
OR —just dump the ingredients in together
(see sifting as improving my efforts or take less time–dump and go)

• choose a recipe for what you want to cook
and what you want it to look like
OR —work it out as you go along
(looking at what someone else made to help guide me
or just go with what “feels” right at the time)

• make sure you have the ingredients you need
BEFORE you start to cook
OR —run to the store in the middle of cooking to get
something I am missing
(check what is needed to make what I want to make
and get it all together before starting)

Cooking and life . . . hodgepodge or exact science?
My favorite meal to cook is a hodgepodge AND exact science—
roast beef and mama’s homemade noodles . . .
and memories show me my life has been the same!
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So, the prompt to write about today is “describe the happiest day of your life”

Happy – meaning “greatly pleased and content” is from the 1520s.

To describe the “happiest day” I suppose would mean picking
a day or event that stands above the rest of the days.

SO – how about at my beginning? You can see in an early picture of me the joy on my face, innocence, enjoying the simple little toy duck and smiling at those around me with
pure joy. No worries, no anxieties, no complaints . . .  just plain happy. It did not matter what was going on
outside – it mattered what was going on inside!

Maybe that is what I need in this time of loud voices and
dark fears . . . enjoyment in the simple, smiling at those
around me, and letting the worries, anxieties, and complaints
slide right off of me like off that toy duck’s back!

I am going to find that duck and all that goes with it!!!
Here’s to another “happiest day” of my life . . .

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There was an old TV show “I Remember Mama” and the
idea of a smell linked to a memory brings that to mind and
my mama! A great cook who combined comfort foods and
wonderful flavors with love means smells from mama’s
kitchen was like being wrapped in a warm hug from mama!

To me, the smell of roast beef cooking will forever be
linked to my mama and her homemade noodles!
All of my early life, family gatherings meant homemade
noodles and roast beef. Oh, those noodles and that rich
brown gravy . . . one of my brothers told his future wife
that a requirement of getting married was that she had to
learn to make mama’s homemade noodles – she did and
they have been married for over 50 years!!!

Homemade noodles and amazing bread were my grandma’s
specialities, so family gatherings at my grandma’s for the
holidays always meant fun and laughter around a table of
roast beef and homemade noodles— and grandma taught
my mama and my mama taught me, my daughter, and the
wife of one of my brothers, so the tradition goes on.
In my family, you will always get an overwhelmingly
LOUD enthusiastic cheer if you mention that you are fixing
mama’s homemade noodles.

It is work – oh, yeah – AND it is LOVE.
And then there is mama’s homemade pizza, another
family tradition. Every Saturday, our family gathered in
the kitchen to help make pizza! As we got older, each of
kids were assigned a task appropriate to our age and
ability. What “FUN” I remember as we each felt
such a part of this special time, sharing and working
together to make the pizza we would all indulge in later as
we watched a movie together – YUMMY! A special family
time of being a part of making something we would all
enjoy together . . . it really didn’t feel like work,
but it did feel like being wrapped in aromas of LOVE!

Did I mention
my memory linked to a smell is LOVE?
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My fear was more of a phobia—an intense, irrational fear.
A fear that would force me to run wildly for safety if I even
thought there was a frog around . . . yeah, a frog! It did
not matter if it was a little tree frog or one of those great
big bullfrogs and I did not have to see it – if I just thought
it was there, I panicked, I ran, I screamed!

After MANY years of being controlled by this FEAR,
I found a way to conquer it (but, I still do not like frogs).

What worked for me was realizing that my fear of frogs
had a much deeper root. The frogs represented many
steps from my childhood that I did not even consciously
remember, but the emotional impact expressed itself in
my overwhelming phobia—my fear of frogs.

Not getting the protection I needed in a bad situation as
a child left me with buried feelings of abandonment and
feeling I had no one to protect me from perceived threats.
A class my husband and I attended (very small group)
helped me see my buried feelings (12 Steps: a Spiritual Journey).

I examined the fact that I felt God had NOT protected me
in some really bad situations which meant there was
no one bigger than me to deal with what I feared.
Interestingly, everyone believes in God – a higher power –
even an atheist believes in a power over their lives,
often themselves – so I began to see my need to identify
the source I could trust to protect me. Lots of time spent
in inner searching, examining my Judeo-Christian
background, researching other spiritual paths, and
I found MY answer – each has to work out who or what
God is for themselves and that will bring a feeling of security
and peace in all circumstances.

F.R.O.G. – Fear Rising Over God became
Fully Relying On God and that works for me because
I discovered and continue to discover more about me and
my spiritual journey – a winding path with someone bigger than me!
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What is your preferred mode of travel?

“It depends” is the answer to most questions,
I heard a Buddhist teacher say and giving a
really good illustration.

SO, what is my preferred mode of travel?
my answer is: IT DEPENDS . . .
a—where am I starting from
b—where do I want to go
c—when do I need to go
d—why do I need to go
e—what modes of travel are available to me
f—what is the cost

Just to see how I could decide
to begin the process:
a. where am I starting from?
I live in the middle of the United States
b. where do I want to go?
• if I want to go to the east or west coast –
an airplane would probably be my choice
or in some cases, a train
• if I want to go to Europe –
an airplane or boat would be my options
• if I want to go to a local attraction or to a state
close by –
I would probably drive a vehicle

HOWEVER, to me,
the best modes of travel,
the least expensive,
the ones always available at my convenience,
and the ones
always ready to take me where I want to go . . .
books AND my imagination!

While I truly enjoy going to places in person
and visiting with family and friends,
I have to say my preferred mode of travel . . .
in the comfort of my own home, in a comfortable chair
with books and my imagination – oh, YES!!!

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IF I had a billion US dollars, how would I spend it?
there was a time I would have answered that pretty quickly
with an endless list of items I thought would make me “happy.”
Age 25 List (only partial list):
– a British Morgan, a 1957 Thunderbird, a Porsche
(those would get me around nicely)
– a beautiful house in the mountains, self-sustaining,
(that would give me a place to live and be eco-friendly)
– with a home for my parents next door
– an income stream
(so I could try to become an author)
– and a special home for women who needed a place to live
with no cost to them, no restrictions and no “move out” time . . .
ah, the dreams of youthful innocence!

Now, after many decades, my ”wants” list is short and simple –
Age 75 List:
• a home filled with love and laughter
• a kitchen overflowing with aromas of comfort food
• a “living” room streaming music, family, and friends
• a way to get to the store occasionally
• enough money to eat at Olive Garden sometimes

There is another BILLION that is much more important to me –
—ONE BILLION SECONDS is equivalent to 31.70979198376 YEARS –
really? so I had “spent” a BILLION seconds when I reached 31-32—
I wonder if I would be happy reviewing how I spent that BILLION –
I ask myself in the here and now:
DO I take time to think about how I will spend even just the next
86,400 seconds (that’s 24 hours) – how am I SPENDING my BILLIONS
of seconds that turn into hours that turn into days that turn into months
that turn into years, that turn into decades . . .
what do I do with my seconds and hours every day that are part of
my BILLIONS of seconds I have to spend—it sounds like a lot!
Perhaps now is the time to stop and check on how I am using
the BILLIONS I have – time like money seems to just fly away
if attention is not paid to the small “expenditures” and
my time is much more valuable than money,
so I will pay attention – I will stop, look, listen and
savor my BILLIONS . . . that is how I will spend my next billion!

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This is about “household” chores—there are other chores,
of course, but I think many of the struggles are the same.
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“I challenge you to a duel,” I said to the dirty floor
I saw in my kitchen. It stubbornly glared back at me –
spots, crumbs, sticky places all laughing at me.
BUT, I WON! I was motivated by that challenge
to make that floor look like it should – clean and unspotted!

The real challenge in that chore and any other chore for me
is that the sense of “victory” is a short-lived good feeling—
a sense of accomplishment that only lasts until it rears its
ugly, dirty self and has to be cleaned again, and cleaned
again, and cleaned again . . .

To me, most chores are not challenging in themselves,
the challenging part is – chores are defined as:
“minor domestic work of regular or frequent recurrence”
and that means they are not normally “one and done”
activities. And I guess the fact that they have to be done
over and over again makes them boring as well – no new
territory to explore, just cover the same area again and
again and again. Then there is the part of others who may
“help” with making the area “unclean” again, sometimes just
after you’ve finished cleaning it! Arrrrr!!!

OR, what about the chore of buying groceries? You make
that tiring trip to the store, carry all the bags into the house,
put away all that stuff and then you and others just consume it
or use it so another trip to the store is required and on and
on it goes.

What chore do I find most challenging to do?
To maintain my sense of accomplishment, my motivation,
my joy in doing each chore every time—again,
checking an item off my list of things to do for the day,
even if it does keep appearing on my list every day or so.

SO, the most challenging chore is ME!
I choose to accept the challenge of making my chores
an adventure and giving myself a “gold star” for every one
and that gives me a sense of accomplishment each time!!!

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