Life Takes Time

From a thought, an idea, to action

Moments where your heart knows where it's going

And your head is catching up

Time is a funny thing

It tracks a measurement of our lives

Even I celebrate birthdays and anniversarys with glee

Though does this mean it's the only way to measure life?

I think of Rent, of The Seasons of Love

The five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes

Life is more than that, it must be

So why is it in the time before a vacation begins

Time drips slow like honey?

And then while on said vacation

Time slips like sand through the fingers? 

And a day after my 2 year anniversary

Or my "Birth"day, as a dear friend suggested

Time spent reflecting on Lost Lake

I read a letter I'd written to myself a year ago

Some of what I wanted then, is the same

And many of the things have transformed

The written words poured with authenticty

And yet, where I am today,

365 days later,

I feel different, I am different

And the only certainty I have as I look back is this:

Life Takes Time

There were times

When moments dragged on

Where absolution was desired

And the only console was to honor the feelings

Rather than run

(Though, I'll be honest, sometimes I chose to run)

It's taken time for me to understand and appreciate what nourishes me

To nuruture my emotions and support the part of me that desires to run

And to trust myself to stand beside her, letting her know, it's ok.

It's taken time for me to integrate beautiful foods into my life

To make time for batch cooking on Sundays

Filling my fridge with nutrious foods

And actually say, "I Love To Cook!"

It's taken time for my body to adjust to my transformation.

For the weight that was once needed for protection

To be released with love

And it's taken time as I explore deep layers

Honor all that steps forward

And trust, even if it feels like a single tendril to Heaven

That each experience is for my souls growth.

There have been times lived in the moment

Both measured and the intangible

Times spent afraid and in the dark
And the beauty of gratitude in the light

With the only resolution, being there is no absolution

Life Takes Time

With Love, Jan

The Upcoming Anniversary

Before work world calls me back

Words pour out my finger tips

It's been 2 years on Sunday

An anniversary of...

Life, body, healing
Transformation

September 21, 2012
The day I recognized and seized the moment that transformed my life forever

While "everything" didn't change, so very many things did

How many moons I've seen

And sunrises experienced since that day

Minutes of time pass, leading into days and weeks
Finding it now to be months and years

How often I thought "I'd never make it" to the next day
Not holding strong, barely holding on
Some days met with ease
Others where I really had to spend time to see

 

Stepping into uncharted territory

The navigation set before me

And yet, I didn't know where I was going
No outcome was predictable in that present vantage point

Trust of radical space
And yet I leaped in

There were lights shining the way

Though only a few feet in front

Enough to feel safe

Yet not enough to know where I'd end up

I still find myself trying to see beyond

To see past the light, where the shadow lies

Though it simply isn't possible

 

Place a wish in a jar

A kiss on a star

Connect to the Universe
The "something bigger than me"
Where gratitude and grace reside

On that day
My life could no longer be lived in an ordinary way
Not any more

Trust remains at the heart of my exploratory journey

To be in trust

With trust

And appreciate when trust surrounds a connection

 

I think of my Grandma E

How her poetry and journals now sit on my dining room table

And in her memory, I share two of the poems she wrote

Janet 1

Janet, your grandmother sends you love

You are truly a gift from heaven above

On October 5, 1982, you were born

At 1:17 in the wee hours of the morn

Janet 2

I'm quite lonesome for lively little Janet

I see her clearly in the eye of my mind

Questioning forehead, questioning eyes

Active legs, active arms

She smiles and everybody is charmed

Sweet baby smell, I sniff

Thank you for her, a blessed gift.

With Love, Jan

The Flight of Wisdom

An Anniversary

Something happens in July, I honor, rather than celebrate an anniversary of my awakening

Each year, I find myself arriving closer to where I want to be

Further from the date of who I was

It wasn't easy, the first year, when the markings of a life change came in abruptly

A choice to be made and trusting something I knew only as a glimmer of me, the choice was made.

Her voice was small and presence dim, yet she had beauty and I wanted to know her more

I've often thought of this anniversary as what changed a relationship I'd had forever

Focused on the negative aspects it brought and how in this choice, others were hurt.

Apologies come in waves on a shoreline, forgiveness in layers of ancient land

And in the struggle to recognize that the external relationship so abruptly severed

Was a mirrored reflection of myself, longing to be loved.

So in time, I've waited through the sludge of pain

Been aware and afraid of the choices I made

Yet, after a time of settling in I asked for acceptence

As it's the only way it could have been.

What's done is done, yet before I can move on,

The truthful conversations need to be had

And those come from within, in the silence of my dreams

And when the dreams arrive and awakening occurs that is when the honoring and grieving and placing a descanso upon the earth can be done.

I've grown in the trusting of myself

That "things" no longer need to happen to me, without my permission.

That in the fighting against the wind,

There is a path, where the wind glides with me

The Flight of Wisdom

Wind changes, so adaptations change also

And while my connections happen more often when I'm near flowing like water

The breeze and the sky called to me

On the banks of the Gibbon River

On my journey of mountain gazing out West

There she flew, high into the sky

Wind rustling against her feathers

The harder she tried, wings flapped with furvor

Though she stayed, suspended in the air, not moving forward

Then she, with her wisdom of a 1000 years

Flew closer to Mother earth

And as the height of her flight became grounded

She glided past me with ease, moving down the bank of the river

In seeing the large stone I had sat on in meditation the day before

Her traveled path turned around

Once again, my eyes observed her flight

And she flew high above the earth

Wind battering her beak

Without movement

Upon returning to her inner wisdom

She found the space of sky that moved her foward with ease

This happened one more time

The same pattern, until she knew the eyes of my heart had seen

And in the final trip to the rock, she flew on

Off into the horizon of mountain heights

The Reconnection

Road Trip Reflection

In the dreams of my heart months before, a calling to travel west arose and as the road trip plans began, my quest for vision entered in. As our van, filled with camping gear approached the heart of the mountains I, for the first time, experienced the taken breath at the glimpse of snow covered peaks and between the silent heart beat, an awakening began. 

Under the vast Wyoming skies, in a place where initials signed on a piece of paper indicated we knew this was bear country, the chilled breeze seeped through gaps in the blankets, on a bed filled with air. 

There's more stories to tell, snapshots to share and writing to surround the moments of basking in the warmth of suns' rays, body connected with lush earth, being still near the the flowing water. Though today, the words written here surround one of the most important layers of this trip.

The Then & The Now

Has it been 2 years since we last visited this sacred earth? In a place where the Black Hills played landscape to a new layer of my spiritual awakening. Standing on the cliffs of the Badlands, studying the details of the Crazy Horse Monument and clenched teeth as the scenic chairlift soared above the hills or we drove on the narrow roads of Needles Highway. Near the rocks of Deadwood, dreams of a past so real shook me awake, that I needed my fingers to gently pinch the softness of my arms. The trip in 2012 gently rocked me out of the dream I'd been in the last year, maybe longer and awoke me into honoring the life meant for me.

And so here I am, over 730 days later, far from who I was then, yet even more aware that she is right beside me. She and I, spoke on this trip, maybe not in words shared across a space like a friend. Rather in conversations when the fear of heights found me on top of the Grand Tetons. Or during letters written upon my journals' pages or in the videos made for my GiveIt100.com project on Forgiveness. Though mostly, our conversations were held in the silence of the sun or in the gaze of the horizon. Silent to words and when I settle in, they matter less, the details, it was the intention of our connection. And as she looked through my eyes to see the world and as I listened for her delicate voice, we became reconnected. For it isn't the difference the brings us together, it's the journey we've shared.

And rather than feeling the need to move mountains that lay before me in my journey, trying to overcome something that I see as being in the way. I listen and understand that they are part of it and rather than trudge in with anger or resentment, fear or doubt, that by being still and acknowledging, that I indeed find gratitude for their beauty.

These photos honor moments of my life, times when the me of then and the me of now were in the same place. And while the forms have changed and how we see and interact with the world has transformed, there we are, both dancing delicately with our humanity, hopeful and honoring the essence of our being, understanding that healing is occurring in the sacredness of travel.

With Love, Jan

To Be

I live my life with order,

it brings me safety and convenience

Though sometimes

all that is needed is

not to know,

not to plan,

to just GO

To be free

Listen to the rhythm of my heart

Following where it beats

To find myself

and the sacred connection

on the banks of a river

or on the breath of a breeze

J.L.

Where To Begin?

What awakens the soul to move towards where it wants to go?

And how do WE, 
get out of our own way 
to allow for transformation?
 

The part of the journey,
the actual transformation

Is the act of reaching beyond the limitations of our proclaimed selves. 

To go in
sometimes seeming like a fall
other times a confident stride across the room

To the door that will open 
with the beautiful key held within.

J.L.

Hero-ness

The shift came upon me

Though, not from what was,

Rather from what wasn't there any longer.

 

Running (not so subtly) into it, 

finding myself set upon a blade

As if to point out that I was really here.

A reminder of this time and place,
a scar of the emotions.

How I wish I could have said I would ignore it.
Because I've done that before.

But it wasn't that easy this time,
Something was different
Oh, it's that thing, called love.
 

So do I stop Judging? Criticizing? And start accepting?

Do I say, "Oh, that's all right. You'll figure it out."

Yet mind races,
There must be a way?
Must be something I can say?

Maybe instead of a savior,
all you really need is a friend?

Maybe THIS is what you have to do to find your healing.

If you are walking in the woods,
approching the darkness.

You don't want me to do it for you, do you?

You're just looking for a light to help guide.
Maybe you don't even know you need a light?

But it can't be me to force you to see.
Even if I filled your woods with a million lights.

But without you,
I noticed that this thing I do,
my hero-ness,

Has less to do with you
or the blame I consider to be true.

But instead, the part of me that wants to judge,

It isn't because you don't fit into this perfect little box in my head.

It is me,

Hoping to be free from the hero I no longer need to be.

Written 08.13.13 J.L.

July

My New Year beings in July,

At least since 2011.

It isn't in the fall with my birthday wishes,

Or on New Years Eve with hubby kisses.

Rather, my life, or the examination of what it can be,

Began 3 years ago.

It wasn't what I wanted,

To Hurt  |  Sever  |  End.

And if I could have done it any other way - I would have tried.

But it was, at that time, the only choice I felt I had.

The foundation crumbled

What I thought I was. Who I thought I was. And what my life looked like,

Shifted.

Judgement and Criticism |  Fear and Doubt,

Clouded this decision.

Maybe because there was a more loving way to set healthy boundaries?

But I didn't know how to do that then.

Maybe because what I needed was to learn how to do that.

How to discover that I am...

Separate from what others

Thought  |  Expected  |  Needed of me.

And when the decision was made,

The dark woods surrounded me.

A light needed to be found.

Trust needed to be created.

My voice needed to be discovered.

I've learned a lot since that warm day in July

Uncovered Truths  |  Patterns  |  Words I say  |  Hurt I throw others way

But what I see, besides the hurt,

Is by doing it the way I have

I've learned how to Have Compassion  |  Return to Prayer  |  Start Healing

Where there was only a little spark, Now I light up.

Where there was only fear, Love has come in.

Where there was black and white absolution, Colors paint outside the line.

Beyond the surface,

Hiding behind Food  |  Body Weight  |  Blame

There was me.

Written 7/1/13 J.L.

I'd Rather

Death or the inevitable feeling of lifelessness,
Puts things (all of them) in perspective.
But I don't want others ends,
To be my beginning.

No, I'd rather
Appreciate
Moments

Find
Wisdom I would have missed, had I not asked the question

Appreciate
Connections that happen, only when the willingness to travel, outweighs the cost of gas

Understand
Depths of healing, occur when tears roll down my cheek

Accept
Love expressed, by a kiss on the cheek

Respect
Exchanged truths, Both of light and dark,
When there is no other way to be.

Written 7/27/13 J.L.

The Writer's Heart

Linger here A moment longer

Let not Time, Move you forward

Instead, Be willing to be Still

Allow the motionless action, Bring you into your heart

To hear, What needs to be said

To feel, The halt at the edge of inspiration

But if the words should stop, The loss is felt (as if forever)

Stuck somewhere in the biosphere. Helpless, there is nothing to do

Except there is!

Nothing is something.

The state of suspension is in fact a pause (for good reason), Until it releases.

And suddenly, out they pour.

Water - the source needed for life, Flows in, Filling the well,

And Poetry is created (yet again)

And it is the reminder, Life moves and pauses.

And this too shall be recognized as a part of the journey.

The shift when necessary, Will come

Remind the Writer's Heart it will always write

Even if they are only on the stars

Written 07/25/13 J.L.

Big Moments

It flows out Unrestrained.

The letters, forming words, shaping thoughts.

Expressions of what was not known before.

The everyday moments,

No longer ordinary or plain or bland,

Rather they become spectacular.

Glimmering in rays,

Streaming through the kitchen window

And when you try to measure your life

by the "Big Moments"

Realize they only become that way

When you see them for something more than what you saw them as moments ago

Written 7/26/13 J.L.

Here's Where Your Journey Begins

Won't you run away with me, Into the woods and the dark to see?

Won't you find the time, To be in the real moments that may rhyme?

Won't you let me know, how good it was that I let you go?

To see - let your eyes adjust. No longer relying on details

To hear - tune in to the cover of darkness. No longer dismissing the voice inside of you

Yes, those whispers from your belly. There is no doubt where this came from

Willingly traveling into the darkness, Allows the light to break through

The ability to see comes, Not from your eyes

But instead

By paying attention to yourself

Written 07/24/13 J.L.

Healing

None of us can change 

Where we came from.

Or what happened to us. 

Our past is carried with us,

It is a part of who we are. 

But we do have a choice. 

We can choose to let in the part that we fear, 

So that we can heal.

Written 07/23/13 J.L.

For Grandma E

Grandma E

A farmer's wife, mother of six
An old farmhouse that functioned like clock work, when food was on the table for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
And she, Grandma E made time somewhere between loving, mothering, hearty meals and meticulous needlepoint; she wrote.
The cursive loops of her O's were beautiful
And there was a rhythm to all she wrote
Today, I write,
To connect with her, to connect with myself.

I often think of the house that is no longer there
Of the large kitchen table
The narrow, curved staircase leading to the upstairs bedrooms
Of the closet my cousin and I once got locked in (for what seemed like hours, though probably wasn't?!?)

The summers spent on the farm played landscape to my childhood; fields of green and gold
Air, that when inhaled, healed the heart
The crab apple tree perfect for climbing
And their taste that puckered our faces, (yet we kept eating them)
Grandma E somehow found a way to turn their tartness into the best Crab Apple jelly around (maybe because of the love she used to make it?)

Walking through the open pasture where no cows roamed
Or climbing into the corn crib all the way to the top
Or building up the courage to climb the wooden ladder to the barn, seeing the empty cattle stalls from high above
I felt like an explorer of the world

The smell of lilac bushes by the back door
A place where laundry hung to dry, soaked with the setting sun
Oh, and the davenport,
Which as child I always thought was the porch. Years later finding out a davenport is actually a couch. I just knew it was where grandpa went to have his afternoon nap.

And I remember dancing; in the large upstairs bedroom
Sun beams streaming in through the window
Catching the flecks of dust that swirled around me
With a flowing white dress, I twirled
Never feeling dizzy, Just... alive

In all of this, she was there; a constant
And even years later when grandpa stopped plowing the fields or herding the cows, supper was still at 6 pm
It was how the household worked
And I admit, I was too young to understand it all
I didn't get to ask enough questions
There wasn't wisdom there to appreciate all she did and was

And in someway
The dancing, this writing and my thoughts
I find myself connecting to her, to Grandma E
To the parts of myself that long for her warm hug one more time
For her rosy lips to graze my cheeks
To have her chuckle graze my ears
And for me to see her and her life in another way

I wonder...
Did she write about family? About art? About love?
Did her cursive handwriting pour out memories of her own childhood? Was God revealed in her words? And did she find the sacred connection when pen was put to paper?

She is part of me, part of who I am today
And though I don't know all that she wrote
I find when I write,
I connect to her,
To the sacred

That on this Sun day morning
As the light streams through my own living room windows
And the breeze rustles the curtains
I wonder, if I just stood up to dance
Might I feel what I did then... alive?

Week 11: The 100 Day Journey of Nourishment

Here's my compilation of my 10 second videos I've shared on Giveit100.com
This week I talk a lot about my blog post from Saturday: The Eve of Mother's Day, why? Because that post allowed me to transform how I celebrate Mother's Day. The week leading up to it I was unsettled and even though I tried to distract in many ways, finally, when I began writing in and examining the pieces, I realized that I was indeed in place where I could look at this day in another way. And this was a transformation, a way to shake the dust off the old way of doing things and find a new way to be in and with myself and my emotions. An act of courage and self-compassion came in and I am so proud of myself for taking the leap into this space of infinite possibilities.

With Love, Jan

The Eve of Mother's Day

A Prelude to the Mother's Day Poem

I write...though it's prickly and deep. And even as my emotions surge, the parts of me that desire to be noticed are held captive to the fear and doubt. "It's complicated," I say. No life coach, therapist, spouse or friend can come close to filling the place inside. No chocolate, or food, or treats can either, heaven knows I've tried. The disconnect I feel, is asking to be seen, to notice the heartdeep and the breathbeat and to notice the pattern I feed, it's here to teach me. Bubbling underneath the surface, here's the space I've been trying to avoid. Tattered and torn or maybe better yet, worn. Yet here it goes, because there's beauty to explore.

On the last Mother's Day I tried to lean in and sent personal messages to each one of my friends. Though this year, I'm going to try another way, because honestly, this leaning in is sliding closer to my heart and I'm trying to feel it, without falling apart.

It's not just the navigating I'm experiencing with my own mother; it's something more, something deeper and (a pause to recognize the glimmer of light that wants to shine in the darkness of my mind) I know what it is. Even as my furbabies cuddle with me all day and my nephews and friends' children are available for all types of fun play, it comes down to this, they simply are not mine. So I don't know the answer and don't have a clue, I'm not even really sure quite what to do. Yet, I keep writing to see, if there is something deeper and wiser in me. And even though I find myself rhyming quite a bit, I am only looking for the pieces that fit. I don't want the wrong sort of right, or the piece shaped like a star to try and fit into the light. I want what is healthy, wholesome and true and when it comes down to it, I just want to be told, "I love you."

So I'll admit, the day recognizing mothers has me navigating deeply. The rising of the pieces that I was trying to lignore. Yet this time, I'm trying something more. To take notice of the deeper desire to feel the glow. To reach inside and rely, upon the tools I have and trust the messages from the sun and the sky. To seek no one's approval of myself or my journey; or continue to fill a cup of doubt, fear, or worry. To journey in and see the seeds, after all, this is all I truly need. To plant the garden I want to grow, where nourishment, support and love flow.

So I reach on in, to the cavernous place and make the choice to write about it, in the place where life and lessons and pain resonates. So now what will I do with the seeds of doubt? Perhaps, make the choice to turn them into something I am proud about? But before I leave this place where I learn, let me take one last turn. Notice the details of the dark and isolated, a space where no flourishing garden can grow, this I do truly know. Yet I wonder, will I still learn out in the sun and under the sky? Where light beams through the clouds and the ground beats with life? In a place where sight and sound surround the vast land. Where love knows only to love and where hope comes with courage from in and above. Where joy happens freely and emotions are observed really. And so to my garden I go, to plant the seeds of gratitude, love and peace and to truly share the final piece.

For my friends and family who are mothers,

Whether your children cuddle and coo or play joyously with you, notice the spark of light they bring to your life

And whether your birthed them from your body or birthed them from you heart;

Have a Happy Mother's Day!

For my friends and family who are mothers,

Whether your children purr, bark or neigh,

You were chosen for them and they for you; 
Cuddle with your furbabies, especially today.

Have a Happy Mother's Day!

For those mothers whose children have journeyed to heaven

Even though they cannot be held each day, they send their love in amazing ways.

In the light from the sun beam between a cloud or in the breeze in your hair,

You are indeed mothers and for you,

Have a Happy Mother's Day!

For the women who desire to be mommy's and simply are not,

Explore and share when you feel you can,

Because sometimes all you need is to be heard by a friend.

It begins with practice and blossoms with love

You who wish to mother are worthy of this beautiful message too,

Have a Happy Mother's Day!

For my own mother, I send gratitude and grace

For if it weren't for you, 
I wouldn't be able to explore in this vulnerable space.

We are both trying to grow and I appreciate this so.

Have a Happy Mother's Day!

(a pause... to breathe... to cry... to allow....)

And for the mother I wish that I were, 

Well, I send her the same.

Because if it wasn't for her, 
I wouldn't be able to explore in this vulnerable space.

For had her wish been granted 6 years ago...

Who knows where'd I'd be on this journey of mine and all the places I would grow?

Have a Happy Mother's Day!

With Love, Jan

Week 9: + The Head and The Heart

Here's a compilation of Week 9:

The Head and The Heart

Across from me in the cozy, leather banquette, sat my life coach
She, willing to support my journey
I, willing to discover the answer of my heart
And trying to calm the answers from my head

The question was,

What do you need right now?

Clear and true, it rang within my space

Support

What is stopping you from receiving this?

A pause, because I was calling it out 

The piece of me that wants to be right

Where old messages, long since learned, no longer fitting to the life I want to live, repeat

And in this "pause" I discovered more deeply

It wants structure and safety

And while it's gotten me through so much

It doesn't want to be discarded.

And I sat

In silence

Struggling to even call the "pause" by it's proper name

Not able to actually say the 3 letters

Because it would seem, if I did

The life I was living would shift

Her sparkling kind eyes saw me
As I squirmed to mutter the word
With deep belly breaths I said it
Because I knew
If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have spoken the truth
Yet when I did
I felt like my biggest secret was out

~

And so I have a conversation

Between my heart and my head.

2 weeks later and awareness comes in
The light into the darkness, a place no one but I can be
I've been changed

Yet in doing so,
Something new (Or actually quite old, something long since laid down to rest underneath the rubble of extra baggage)
Came forward
A way of coping with the change to structure
And the "pause" trying to do it's best to still be right

No, my friend, Chocolate doesn't really make us "feel better"

I whisper to my head

Nor does eating extra food

Yet, here I've been in a 2 week awareness

And find myself coming home with a cartfull of things that just hurt.

"It's all I know how to take care of you."

And I say,

"Yes, I'm aware of that.

Though my heart knows new ways how to do this.

Tools I've learned that help me build a new foundation of support."

"Then what will I do?"
Ego asks.

And in the most loving, compassionate way

My heart says to my head,

"I still need you! 

You are important for me to plan and process. 

To be with me on this journey. 

To be remembered, honored and respected."

With Love, Jan

14: When I Eat

Tonight

I write with a quiet heart

The massage I had today 

Brought me here

And as I released

That which I no longer need

Tears and laughter came

An afternoon nap settled me

With my orange tabby cat cuddled by my side

I slept and healed

Woke up with a hunger I didn't know how to feed

Though rather than take notice

Food was the choice I made and I justified each bite with "I'm hungry."

Though was I really?

Slowing down would have allowed me to notice

To enjoy each bite, to honor the nutrients and to feel when I was full

But that wasn't what I did

And even as I ate I knew

There's a better way to feed myself

Caught somewhere between

Making a choice and following an old pattern

Trying to observe

Confusion fogged

And there I sat

Even posting this

Admitting that my commitment to honor my body was set aside

Because something needed breathing or love or honoring

Though here I am

I feel disappointed, sad and shameful

And if all I can do tonight

Is share this

That is what I will do

With Love, Jan

11: Standing Still

I'm a little challenged to blog tonight.

I opened a doorway into my healing and found myself brushing up against my comfort zone

And I want to honor the standing still.

Sometimes before moving forward

A pause

A deep breath 

A positive intention

Is everything the space requests.

And so tonight

This is where I am.

With Love, Jan

9: I Say Maybe

I noticed in the last few posts, that I begin many of my lines with "Maybe"

Why?
Because this word is allowing me to feel safe

Feeling like I can explore

Also feeling like I don't really have to commit to something if "Maybe" is surrounding it

So I'm going to challenge myself, to stop saying "Maybe"

There is no judgment on past posts
It's something I noticed and want to find another way to say what I need to say.

Reflection allows me to see that writing differently
More raw, unedited, less "perfect"

I have more freedom to explore
To play in the sandbox of creation
And to hope for a deeper meaning I am not yet able to see.

When I write in the forest

I only see the trees that immediately surround me

And that's as it should be

The "Maybe's" are a way to zoom out and see all the land surrounding me

Though maybe (there it is again), I am needing more of the earthy pines

Time to be in deeper forests where beams of light peak through the tall trees

To write about the details of each crisp pinecone
Or delicate blade of grass 
Or the moist mossy stone

And rather than pulling myself out,

I can choose to ground myself in

Just to see what happens

So I'll try

And maybe (that's the last one), I'll see things differently.

Thanks www.sensophy.com for this beautiful quote!

With Love, Jan