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Updated: Sep 2

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Dear Folks,


"Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words can heal us."

—Sobya Tunsleu


A change from what we heard as a child isn't it?

 

"We use ‘softeners' in our language," Tony Robbins said at a seminar.  We use euphemisms. For example, we write "the F-word" because we don't want to say it or write it.

Presently, in essays, commentaries, and media talks, we have used the word 'Pedophile' so much that it has lost its power. If we described what a pedophile did to young girls and boys, we would be shocked and perhaps up in arms.


No one dares write that, for they would be censored, or labeled as containing adult language, or they would fear reprisal in many ways.


I have noticed a curious phenomenon.


When I was into my political rantings, I got more readers.

Anger has power.

What about healing words?

What are they?

For while I felt that talking happy talk was frivolous when so much unhappiness and control existed in the world. I thought I was giving the message that I didn't care. I feared I would be ignoring the situation.

I do care.


In the '60s we were confronted with this message:

"What if We Had a War and Nobody Came?"


Could that principle be applied to the hype we are experiencing now—hype which makes us afraid, causes worry, and keeps us off kilter? You know, creating fearful people makes it easier to control them.


Don't go there.


We seem more complacent now than in times past. Have we lost spirit? Do we feel we have no power? Do we feel railroaded, and thus, we have shut down?


Somebody said long ago, "Without vision the people perish." (Proverbs 29:18) It's hard to have fun with the heavy blanket of fear draped over us like a shroud.

Isn't that their intent?

And we are falling for it.

 

What if many of those attention-grabbing sites weren't visited? (Is that what I am doing? No. I’m offering thoughts you can take them or leave them. And my frogs sing of good times, not bad.)  Be aware. Businesses must advertise or nobody knows they exist. It's tricky. However, if we really pay attention, we can tell the difference. What if we are more selective? What if we sought out simpatico individuals who uplift us? What if we found people who encouraged us to be better versions of ourselves?


We might begin thinking our own thoughts, instead of those of influencers.  Maybe we would connect to a higher power. Possibly, we could lay aside some of our less attractive tendencies.


It is human nature to enjoy "Talking Trouble."

It takes a stalwart soul to stay out of that trap.


We are stalwart souls!

We are the ones to make a better day.


So, if words can shock us, Sobya Tunsleu is correct when she says that words can heal us.

Let's go that'a way.

Love,

 Jo



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Hi, I'm Jo,

Once we traveled by horseback, car, truck, train, plane, escalator, and shoe leather, now we travel on the page.

I'm delighted to see you here. 

Let's make the trip memorable. 



 

For your shopping pleasure.

Books by Jo:

One year of living on 10 acres off the grid in the jungle of Hawaii, and what my family of one husband, one daughter, one 7 month-old grandson, two dogs and two cats found there.

Price varies according to Regal Publishing,  sometime it is free on Kindle Unlimited.

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A young college student sets off into the jungle to find her purpose and she says where the tiger belches that she will find it..

Where Tigers Belch is that spot that lights our fire.

45 pages

Available right now on Kindle Unlimited for free.

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#2 in the WHERE series.

If you happen to stumble upon a half-hidden sign alongside the highway, "Voted the Best Cafe' by My Mother," slow down. About 50 feet ahead will be another sign: "Where the Frogs Sing Cafe."

Follow the arrow beside it to onto a lava-encrusted road through cane grass until you come to a thatched-roofed shack on a sandy strip leading to the ocean. There, you will find the best hamburgers in the world, and during your time there, enchantment will envelop you like a soft spring rain.

Three college girls took such a trip.

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Wouldn’t it be something if mother, a small voice from the past, a farm-woman sitting at her kitchen table pouring out her heart on paper in thankfulness and gratitude for the children she adopted could in some manner impact the world?

The time was 1956. Mother wrote to Grandma Holt of the Holt agency off and on until 1967 when the letters stopped.

When my mother passed away, the agency sent Mom's letters to my step-dad. I typed them, placed them here between the covers of this book, and added commentary plus additional information. The reason? There was a secret in the family that mother never knew. Telling it could be a legacy for her, and for my sister Jan.

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Eight years with horses, after a 40 year hiatus without them.  Someone said this book wasn't about horses. Oh, I see, they're right, it isn't about horses, it's about my experience with horses, more of a memoir--probably too woo woo for that reader. 

"Writing is mining your soul for epiphanies," Did  I write that? Well guess that's what I was looking for-- epiphanies.

 

Published  by Xlibris in 2008, it is still available on Amazon. 

Right now it is available on Kindle Unlimited for Free. (I never know how long that will last.)

 

 

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