Childhood

brown wooden armchair on brown wooden floor
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CHILDHOOD

Chair in the corner of the dining room,

and Daddy sitting in it, and only the orange glow from the ashes,

and gray puffs of smoke,

gave any signal of human presence.

Otherwise it was just the darkness and a chair in the corner,

otherwise it was just daddy in the dark and all alone.

I watched the firelight from the cigarette, as a child,

and wondered why the night was so black,

and why Daddy was so alone, and why voices rang out in the night.

I thought of Mama in the next room sleeping,

and I wondered why I was so small, and why Mama and Daddy never laughed.

And I felt like the night, cold,

and like Daddy,

and like Mama.

so all alone.

Copyright 2019, Jenny W. Andrews

 

My poetry book “Life at the End of the Rainbow” is currently available at Amazon/Kindle. I would love to hear any feedback about my poetry. Thanks.

-Jenny

 

Let’s Be Courageous

Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is what it also takes to sit down and listen.“- Winston Churchill

Over this past year and a half, this world has become far too hostile; people have lost the ability to listen to the other side’s position. People have forgotten, it seems, that we all belong to one human family.

Most importantly, this is God’s world.

We are being divided into groups, rather than being united by our humanity. We are all God’s children and worthy of speaking our minds and worthy of being listened to. We do not always have to agree, but we can all agree to respect each other’s humanity.

Unity rather than division is what can salvage this mess that has transpired in the past year and half. Let’s find common ground and agree that in order to move forward we need to listen respectfully, and that when we do speak that our words build up rather than tear down.

Let’s be courageous and build each other up rather than tear each other down.

Let’s be courageous and reach across the aisle, across the table, across the fences, and find solutions that will make this world better than when we first entered it.

One inescapable truth is that tomorrow is not promised to any of us; another inescapable truth is that our lives are brief when we consider the centuries behind us and when we consider the centuries that are yet to come.

God is in control, not us.

He has put each of us on this earth for a purpose.

Jeremiah 29:11 says: “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

Joshua 1:11 says: Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid. Do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”

This past year and a half has been absolutely dreadful with all the fear-mongering.

Truth is, God has commanded us to be courageous.

He has given us promises to prosper us.

God always keeps His promises.

Let’s be courageous.

Let’s have the courage to listen and to speak up for what is right with a spirit filled with respect for every human being we encounter.

We all, after all, are God’s children. We are all equal before God.

God is eternal; this life is temporary.

Let’s unite in a spirit of love and respect.

Let’s pray to God for the courage to make this world a better place, a place of peace for everyone.

Let’s be courageous.

Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2021

Will Life Ever Be Normal, Again?

This is a photo of me in October 2008 crossing the River Shannon in the Republic of Ireland.

I had always dreamed of traveling the world, and I actually got the opportunity back in 2008 to travel. I fell in love with the beauty, history, and awe-inspiring landscape of the Republic of Ireland.

My father had told me that once upon a time way back in our family’s history our roots had been deep in that land. Due to tragedy, suffering and fate (or destiny) our family ended up in Georgia sometime in the early part of the 1800’s.

It had been an honor to step foot on that soil and remember those family stories, and to remember those songs my father and his brothers would sing that hearkened back to those Irish roots.

It has been almost four months since I have written on this blog.

The past year and a half has done little to give me comfort in this life. If anything, all the saturation of fear mongering, threats of disease and death, isolation, quarantines, lockdowns, muzzling with masks, and the prohibition against basic human contact and interaction has been psychologically damning.

While we are allegedly allowed to go forth now and resume our lives with permission from the befuddled, baffled, and incompetent puppet-masters who have in one fell swoop managed to essentially destroy peoples’ lives, many people find it very, very difficult to just flip the switch and carry on as if nothing happened.

Well, something extremely vile, evil, and degrading did happen. Our freedom was ripped from us. Our sense of safety was ripped from us. Helpless and fearful is what the entire world was reduced to.

Just a few weeks ago, I was accosted in the World Market. I had lowered my muzzle (I mean mask) so that I could speak to a hearing-impaired family member. A store employee shamed me, repeatedly told me that they could bring me whatever it is I wanted to buy. Truth is I just wanted to be a normal person and shop.

Normal? Honestly, I don’t feel like life will ever get back to normal.

Although the muzzle (mask) mandate has been lifted (not entirely) in my state, I still see people wearing two masks. I see small children wearing masks.

Normal?

I had wanted to travel to Paris for my birthday this year, but I’ve decided that I just don’t feel like traveling anymore.

I don’t feel like doing much of anything, honestly.

It’s taking me awhile to get back to writing. I am trying to get back to some semblance of normalcy.

With writing and the cancel culture ramped up in full gear, I have become hesitant to even write, to even express myself anymore.

No, I am afraid that the damage has already been done to this world.

I am usually an optimist, but over the past year and a half I have lost my complete faith in society. Freedom was ripped from us; hardly anyone said anything. Everyone just goose-stepped in line, put on the muzzle (mask), shut up, avoided family and loved ones. The unquestioning compliance was absolutely disturbing. Debate was shut down and censored. This leaves me with no trust in society any longer.

I am not even sure why I am sharing my thoughts. I guess I still feel the human need to connect with others out there.

All I’ve ever wanted to do was to be happy, to help others, and to write my novels, short stories, and poetry.

And travel.

But, I will never, ever cover my mouth with a muzzle again. I am a human being and I will never again let anyone tell me to wear a muzzle as if I am an animal to be silenced.. If wearing a muzzle on an aircraft, train, bus requires me to muzzle like an animal, then I guess I will just drive my car.

I will skip Europe and any other place.

Well, I’ve had my say.

This is how I feel and honestly I couldn’t care less if anyone agrees with me.

I am hurt by the fear, the anxiety, and the uncertainty the puppet-masters inflicted on me and the rest of the world in this past year and a half.

People are celebrating in some places and cheering the “return to normalcy.”

I do not believe we will ever return to normalcy.

The damage has been done.

I am trying to rebound from it.

Only my faith in Jesus Christ will get me through this.

Pray for me. I pray for us all.

Jenny W. Andrews Copyright 2021

My Favorite Quote: Hope and Potential

Consult not your fears but your hopes and dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what it is still possible for you to do.

Words from Pope John XXIII

These are the words that I encourage you to remember in your heart as you go about your day. Life can be frustrating; but, there is so much potential in each of us.

Remember the words of Pope John XXIII.

Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2021

A Fast Retreat: Poem from the Past

I am,

within my shell.

Don’t speak to me; I don’t want to connect to you or anyone.

I will never reach out, again.

Your sting was too tainted with poison for me to ever be my loving, trusting self again.

Within my own mind,

I beat a fast retreat, not wanting to ever feel again.

I want to clam up.

I don’t want to feel anything.

I don’t.

I,

want to stand alone.

Be here where I am.

Shut the door on the world, and throw away the key.

Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2021