After a while

After A While

After a while you learn the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean learning and
company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeat with your head
up and you eyes open, with the grace of an adult,
not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all you roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for
plans.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if
you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own
soul, instead of waiting for someone else to bring you
flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every good-bye, you learn…

– Veronica A. Shoffstall

Hope you enjoy this poem as much as I did.

Much love,

Jessica

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truth

To be true,
So easy it sounds,
So hard to achieve.

To not give in or give up
To live as you feel
be who you are
free and real

lovely is the knowledge
that truth is always needed

Difficult is the job
to ensure what is right

We live through our actions
and love with our souls

Be true to yourself and let nothing withhold.

words of wisdom for you

I am gracing the pages with a wonderful quote I found in a coffee table book at ‘Sage’ spa in Appleton
 (I was just there getting a pedicure!)
Hope you enjoy these beautiful words.
Always direct your thoughts to those truths that will give you confidence, hope, joy, love, thanksgiving and turn away from those that inspire you with fear, sadness, depression.”
-Bertrand Wilbertforce
Much love,
Jessica

mesmerized by the summer sky

It really wasn’t until this year that I realized how much I hibernate in the winter in comparison to the summer months.
Summer is officially here and It seems like Court and I have filled our schedule with festival concerts, bbq’s, and weddings.
It is shaping up to be a beautifully exciting summer.
This Saturday night was a “lets get out and have some fun” kind of night.
There is a wonderful outdoor music festival in Almonte called “Celtfest”. 
Almonte hosts is every year in July, and if you are in to folk or Celtic music you will love it.
We decided to go to see the headliner band Saturday night. We hired a sitter and invited some friends to come with us and were on our way!
It was a gorgeous night to sit outside and listen to a great band.
We had a blast.
It was a relaxed and fun environment.
Great music, great weather and wonderful friends.
What more can you ask for?
The night progressed to a post Celtfest get together at our place.
It didn’t end till 2 am.
The next morning my girlfriend and I were talking about how ‘partying’ seems so much different now as we get older.
It seems almost more fun.
We determined that is has to do with expectations.
In our younger years it seems like we expected every night to be EPIC!
We expected amazing stuff to happen and were more often then not disappointed when it was a less then stellar evening.
Now it seems as we get older, we expect nothing.
We get together with people we love to hang out with, have a few beers and relax.
It seems to lead to more amazingly fun nights.
Slightly off topic, but another friend of mine told us on Saturday night, that she loves to spend time with us because she loves who she is when she hangs out with us. She says she feel relaxed and mellow. She feels like herself.
When she said this I felt an amazing surge of happiness.
How better to see how you present yourself to the ones you love then to hear them say that you make them feel like themselves.
Their true and happy selves.
How amazing is it to know that you are someone that is enjoyable to be around.
I decided that it was one of the nicest things that anyone has ever said to me.
Thank you for an amazing weekend and wonderfully recharging experiences under the darkness of the summer sky.
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –
True Poems flee.
~Emily Dickinson
Much love,
Jessica