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Great Northwest By:JL

From the suburbs of southern California to a small town in the great northwest of Idaho.

It was a culture change for me from one to another. In comparison, the environment was so different, the warm nights of California to the fresh beauty of the northwest. Tall fur trees vs palm trees.

New people of the country side, the wooded mountains surrounding us. Waking up to the dew each morning.

The smell of fresh air. The folks in their bib overalls, and loggers in their suspenders.

The cafe and property my folks bought there. As we arrived our first stop was trying out the food and having breakfast in our new cafe. A regular quaint, casual cafe with a bar attached. Cabins around for people to rent. The bunk house in the back for seasoning loggers to stay while they were working. The school right next to the property, which was kindagardin thru the twelfth grade. A very small school. Montana’s boarder was less then a mile up the road. We were near rivers and lakes, and the Canadian boarder.
Spent much of my time assisting my parents and helping out in the café. I helped my mother clean the bunk house for the loggers when they were not there, some of them were sloppy, leaving a mess. We made all the beds hospital style, and there was quite a few of them. My older sisters were waitresses and cooked from time to time, bar tended. The funniest thing my mother did one day is she fired one of the waitresses, but the funny thing about it was what it was for. This particular person did not shave her under arms and she would ware tank tops, so it was very noticeable. Well sjhe was wiping off the tables, and my mother saw her taking the wash rag and wiping her under arms, then proceeded to clean the rest of the tables off with the same wash rag. She also fired my sister Jeannette one time for serving something she wasn’t supposed to. My sister said, “you can’t fire me I am your daughter”. Certain things you just don’t do running a business. I think she let both of them back after a while, But made darn sure they didn’t do stuff that could get the place shut down.

We lived in the house behind the café, my two older sisters shared a cabin, and my two older brothers shared another cabin on the property. Getting to know the other kids in town, they became like family. For entertainment we hung out on the school steps, and antagonized the local law enforcement there that said we could not hang out on the school steps anymore. Also, the bunk house on our property or had bon fire parties in the woods. We camped, went swimming a lot in the summer time, horse back riding, and being wild and crazy at times. They had a fun center for a time, until it was shut down. This is where all us kids hung out and played pool and the pin ball machines there at the end of the town. Never a boring moment.

After a while I got sick of restaurant food because that is where we ate all the time, and when I ate over at a friend’s house it was like going out to dinner for me.
I was so used to cooking on a fry grill when I cooked on a stove top it felt foreign. The cafe had old fashion equipment there, Peeling big Idaho spud potatoes using a heavey duty french fry slicer with a big handle. An old fashion milk shake machine that made the best milkshakes.
It was hard when my family sold the place I was close to the people there, and we were heading back to my parent’s home town in Berea Ohio to stay with my grandmother for a while. That is another story in itself.


SHE -Caught up in a web of deception-By:JL

In the glitter depth within her heart, she worries about the days to come.

She holds onto her lover ardently and tries not to get caught up to whole heartedly.

She is caught up in a web of emotional deception and despair. Her soul has taken a toll and she weeps every day.

She no longer cares about finding true love’

She asked herself, “what is true love anyways”

Searching the depth of her soul she should be letting go, but continues to remain in a tenacious grip that makes her trip. Not readily relinquishing her position, letting it control and being dispositioned.

She wonders why she can’t move on, is it because of love or an emotional bond?

Is it wrong, is it right, should she put up a fight or just leave his sight.

Should she leave it all behind and hope to spiritually find what really matters most, without losing her mind or just be kind.

She avoids the pain that hinders her gain, so she sits on a fence that sits up high afraid to jump off and touch the sky.

She knows in her heart  what is meant to be will be. She could be you, she could be me.

She sits and wonders what it is she is meant to be. She is just a girl who wants to be free.

Tenacious– Also posted on daily word prompts- hit show above when using small devices to find Daily Prompts😊

Acceptance: – Daily Prompt By:JL

She grows up hiding herself from others to be able to see all her insecurities  and fears that have been in bedded in her deeply from the negative forces that surrounded her as a youth. Feeling if they saw that it would be bad. Putting on a face of normalcy and strength.

She goes with the flow of life and has just a few true friends. She puts up a wall only allowing others to get so close to her.  She didnt know how to love or be loved. Somwhat reclusive in her ways, but yet searching to find herself and know who she is, a loner. Focusing  on mostly what she is supposed to do, and who she takes care of. A young mother, a full time job with the obstacles of life’s ups and downs. Looking for happiness and not always in the right places or faces.

As a young person worried about being accepted by others and often felt she wasn’t. Believing the lies of what others    perceived her to be as a youth, and others being  illicit to the truth. A real struggle at times. Hindered intellectually and in  emotional bond- age and being manipulated by others. Being young can be a living hell for some at times.

As time passes and mistakes are made, thoughts change. Acceptance of self is learned, a process. A daily cleansing  from a negative to a more possitive self. A realization, and letting go, and opening your eyes to what’s real, what matters and how you want to be for you, and realize you can’t befriend everyone and not everyone you meet will accept you, accept that.

Time is on our side, I see times have changed also. Acceptance is taught more of others by parents, and teachers, work places then ever before. So much more is brought out in the open, bullying, abuse is not tolerated, nor harassment even though it still happens, it’s not accepted in most places. Leaving no child behind has been introduced. People stepping up more to protect others.  Not a perfect world, but it helps to find what strengthen you and choosing healthy relationships and letting go of toxic people in your life, or good mind perspective for yourself when around intolerable mean people, and not let them rule your life or still your joy. Although, this can be somewhat  challenging depending on the situation weighing it out, and picking your battles, that’s acceptance or putting up with a job your not particularly fond of, but you have to pay the bills.  Acceptance of that until something better comes along and hope it does.

However, accepting a loss can be quite different and dealing with the pain or losing someone unexpectedly. It’s still a process, and we all know that we all go through life and death, that’s a reality. I always like the serenity prayer.

‘God grant me the serenity  to  accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference’.   Amen

Claim Your Wild

Become the wild, unbridled expression of feminine rage and passion. It must rise from the belly of the collective’s deepest wound. The burnt at the stake, raped and pillaged, shamed and scarlet shadowed suppression.
Beckon the roar of the dragon in the womb of patriarchal denial of the creatrix. Wake up the beast from the old destruction, lean into the sword of truth’s blade and slice through the scales of your calloused buried tenderness.
Have faith in the power of the boundless vulnerability. Be seen. You are softness and pure innocent light. You are stardust manifest in creation’s expression of beauty.
You are sensual captivation.
Pour forth mistress, let your voice screech and shatter the bulletproof casing around your most sacred spaces. Unleash her power, stand alongside the protectors of the watery and drenched Earthbodies.

We are ashes no more.
We rise.
We are dancers of the light.

Nichole Desjardins

Big Snake


A magical and medicinal potion: Elixirs of life word prompt

Jesus is the elixir of life, the special spiritual brew we all long for. Life’s concoction with the right potion and sweet ingredients we all can use. With a mixture of the father, son, and holy ghost. These three together created the elixirs of life.

Receive their special potion fully and feel the magical, medicinal powers of God’s induced love upon your life. Abide in him, and he will in you.

Man is always looking for that euphoric fix, even if it is temporary. The brew of alcohol, the elixirs that come with, and through other known substances that some may use. Some may just get caught up in the overindulgence of lust or just consumed with greed, or selfishness.

His sacrifice for man so they may receive eternal life indefintely, having the elixirs of life more abundantly, and don’t have to depend just on our own device’s. So we’re not alone when the adversities come knocking at our door. Counting on the promises he made to be explored more, and he hopes not to be ignored. We were given free will and lead by his spirit to be able to enter into his kingdom that is being prepared and walking on the streets of gold. Through the pearly white gates and rainbows. A gift that is offered to us, and he will lift us ever so high above the sky.

At the beginning, God so created the heavens and earth and the beast within and after their kind, but with man, his prize creation , his brew, his elixer of life “a dab here, and a dab there” he blew life into the nostrils of man, and created him in his image. He then proceeded to create women from the rib of the man.

Then you know the story from there, a poison got mixed into the brew, desguised as a snake was mixed into the pot of the potter’s sweet exlixers of life, interfearing and messing with his magical potion that was mixed just right, his concoction, his creation, but not lost.

He counteracted with one of his special most sweet ingredient his one and only son who had the holy ghost and with her magical potions given from God to perform mighty miracles and medicinal power’s guaranteed to induce his love upon his people saving them from unrighteousness from the one sour ingredient that attempted to destroy his sweet potted brew and when it was made back to be just right again , he had spread his special brew throughout the land and it spread prolifically abroad to whom ever wanted a taste of that special magical, medicinal potion.


My mother had this story she told about a big huge garden snake that some how ended up in our house in the bath tub, she was so freaked out that she went and got my brother out of school to get rid of the snake and get it the hell out of our house. He didn’t mind playing with critters, rats, snakes, lizards. Part of our garage at one point was a pet store for horny toads, rats, and so on. She claimed it was the biggest snake she had ever seen, about a six footer.😂🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍




To everything there is a season  and time for every purpose under the heaven


Thoughts- what is Love?

“Love is the emotion of connection.
But the new science of love tells us that love is an emotion that is generated during certain kinds of interactions. As Barbara Fredrickson, Ph.D, author of Love 2.0: How Our Supreme Emotion Affects Everything We Feel, Think Do, and Become, says, “Love is not a category of relationships. Nor is it something ‘out there’ that you can fall into, or—years later—out of…Although you may subscribe to a whole host of definitions of love, your body subscribes to just one. Love is that micro-moment of warmth and connection that you share with another living being.”

This means that love is an interaction, an exchange, that comes into being, then disappears again. It’s much more ephemeral that we once believed, but it is also much more nourishing.”
A Symbiosis

~ tgmp




Don’t get caught up in a web of deception.


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Ordinary-Daily word prompt response:

I am far from perfect and have had thoughts of not feeling good enough, disappointed, and obstacles in my way, an ordinary girl, but an extraodinary experience. I have been blessed through my life in many ways. I have had older sisters that were sometimes rough on me growing up. They would make me sweep the floors over and over again, over due thnigs and be mean. It was when we became adults that we got along better.
A vision God gave me one time through my life, is that when I was up against some obtacles in my life, and feeling down, guilt ridden about some personal stuff he showed me a vision of his forgiveness and I saw his blood flowing over me.

Another experience I had during my revival time I call it, during a three year period in my life was that the Lord was telling me that I been accepted and to take the back seat and he would drive cinderella
home from now on.

My faith has not always been the strongest and don’t know why God connected to me the way he did, I know I was seeking the truth. Out of the whole world he felt I was important enough to help guide me. I feel I have not always kept up with my part of the bargain being human in nature. God has never left me, and I believe strongly, but again not always the most righteous person, and no different then a lot of other people.

Most the time I feel like I am always searching and struggle with being content. My faith is growing, but at times feel disappointed, and I know I am not alone, but I have been blessed. Seek with all your heart and mind and you shall find me. Jeramiah 29:13 God cares about the ordinary as well as the extrordinary. God bless Gods people of the world especially the ordinary.


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Purple and Meaningless daily word prompt below:

Friends with Harley Davidson

Thanks F.W.H.D’s for all the likes, shares and comments. This is the Voodoo, Fat Bastard not shown. I may have not posted it correctly? Any way, let’s all have a safe, yet exciting riding season. Keep the sails in the wind, and heels on their courses. It’s not what you ride, it’s just what we ride 😁😍🤓😎

Meaningless, Daily Prompt By:JL

Looking forward to somthing new and not being blue. In my heart hoping for a new start. Thriving for that chance to prove myself and advance in my work or at least given that chance to know my hard work has not been in vain.

Looking back knowing it was worth the work, but sometimes wonder what it was worth. It is never a waste of time to learn.

One can only wait and see where this lonely  road will lead. Hoping someday to achieve that promotion that is meant to be.

Was it meaningless to get my degree when some others needn’t needed to achieve.

Is it meaningless to try or am I just wasting my time.

Meaningless or meaningful is in the eyes of the beholder. You take action and hope for satisfaction. Keeping it all in the right perspective, do I ride in wind, soar like an eagle or just sit there like a duck in rut. Find in my life what’s meaningful to me. Cross my fingers, and hope for the best and just take a rest.

Life is full of surprises and compromises.



There are many things I think of when I think of purple. Jimmy Hendrix is one with his hit song, ‘Purple Haze’, amazing music artist, and guitarist he was. The recently deceased and popular ‘Prince’ with one of his hit singles ‘Purple Rain’, another excellent song. These two particular songs to me were unique,emotional, and reached out to a myriad of people touching their souls.
From two different generations, both being very talented and their legacy will live on, and will continue to live on through more generations to come.

Both died  tragically from overdoses, Jimmy Hendrix  from a barbiturate overdose, and Prince from an Opioid overdose.

A few other things that come to mind is the movie ” The color purple”  An epic tale spanning forty years in the life of Celie (Whoopi Goldberg), an African-American woman living in the South who survives incredible abuse and bigotry. After Celie’s abusive father marries her off to the equally debasing “Mister” Albert Johnson (Danny Glover), things go from bad to worse, leaving Celie to find companionship anywhere she can. She perseveres, holding on to her dream of one day being reunited with her sister in Africa. Based on the novel by Alice Walker. A very good movie.

We think of our heroic soldiers who have been awarded ‘A Purple Heart’ for their bravery, heroics in the line of duty and fighting for our freedom. Yes the word purple has much meaning, for me; Our purple Fatboy Harley Davidson Mortorcycle in the above picture.
My sister who had passed away, her purple bathroom, and the purple potted flowers my husband bought for me on Valentine’s day. 💜. By:JL.


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