Monthly JOW: A Million Reasons Why

Monthly JOW: A Million Reasons Why

Health and Wellness, Life & Community, Lifestyle
The Monthly JOW - Jewel of Wisdom By Sajjiah Parker A Million Reasons Why … “The two most important days in your life are the day you were born and the day you find out why.” --Mark Twain How profound are the words of Mark Twain if you take the time to consider their meaning. Let’s dissect, and delve a little deeper, beginning with the first half of the quote: “The two most important days in your life are the day you were born…”. Stop right there … “THE DAY YOU WERE BORN!” I pause here and place emphasis on this point because I think we all generally take the day we were born somewhat for granted. It is understandable, and I am guilty of it myself given that, after…
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Think’ Bout It

Think’ Bout It

Life & Community, Lifestyle
by Majallen Cespedes I can feel myself maturing every day, and I am becoming more independent. But, on the other hand it is scary because with maturity comes much more responsibility and very soon the realities of being a real grown-up.  Even though I want to grow up and have more freedom, I’m not too much in a rush! I suggest you don’t be either. Let’s face it- it just all seems like a lot…work, bills, kids to take care of, a home to maintain, marriage, etc., and that might not even know the half of it! I actually think I can wait…what about you? I think we are better off just planning for our futures now. That’s something else my mom is ALWAYS talking about, and it does kind…
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A Life Coach  Living Life

A Life Coach Living Life

Life & Community, Life Coaching, Lifestyle
by Cynthia Johnson When faced with the challenge from our editor of selecting an article from the ones I’ve written over the past four years, I first thought about the articles about the life lessons I’ve gained from my 8-year- old grandson, a real “tell it like I feel it” or “tell it the way I feel life should be” kind of kid. His lessons include “your socks don’t have to match,” or “so what if my socks are dirty on the bottom, with my shoes on you only see the top and they look clean.” I was tempted to say those were my favorite articles, but as I read through other articles, I realized that most of them had similar threads woven throughout, all of them pointing to living…
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Spring Swap

Spring Swap

Life & Community, Lifestyle
by Susan Sibley Instead of spring cleaning, I had a ‘spring  swap.’ Earlier this fall, I got a new chair in the living room. My cat’s favorite chair, an old comfy red one with down cushions, was forced out into the dining room.   Emma, our chunky old kitty, loved the chair in its new spot.  I however did not. As much as I adore that cat, I wasn’t inclined to decorate according to her wishes. The old chair eventually migrated to the bedroom. Emma managed to find her spot, and all was well. The desk, recently displaced from the bedroom, went to the dining room near the kitchen. That was an inspired idea. Now I had I spot to read cookbooks and dump things without cluttering the dining table,…
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Malbec at Sunset

Life & Community, Lifestyle
by Diana Elarde It is fairly desolate now without cars coming and going alongside me. My chances of catching a ride on a Sunday morning are not too high. Not until the local churches release their patrons in time for the traditional family dinner. If I am lucky, a family will come along, pick me up, and invite me to their home for dinner. This experience is one of the most humbling for me. I could never imagine my own family bringing home a stranger. But village life in Argentina is different. Always it is my hope, whatever family picks me up, that they will share my passion for Malbec, the deeply intense red wine from grapes grown at the foot of the Andes. I have diary of them all,…
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Desert Visit

Lifestyle, Stories, Uncategorized
It’s quiet where I live now. I wake around 4:00 am, because it seems that is what I do now. Lying under a mound of blankets, I usually manage to kick one foot free to cool from the heat in the bed. The windows that surround the bed are open, inviting what little air flow there is to come in. I lay quiet, listening for nothing in particular, but listening nevertheless. The desert doesn’t speak much at night. There are those exceptions when, in the distance, a coyote howl can be heard. Some nights, one lonely coyote call rings out. Occasionally, others reply back. Their howls start out high and piercing, fading away as quickly as they begin. Sometimes their cries are disturbing. Perhaps they stir within me an ancestral…
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