Well, it's December 6th. Another December date that I remember a loved one on their birthday. I have so many friends and family with birthdays in December. This morning though, I remember my Aunt Janette. Below, I have shared a poem that I wrote in honor of my aunt. She was a beautiful person, inside and out. I was fortunate enough to have a relationship with her right from the time I was born. Continue Reading...
My Aunt Janette Remembered
I find myself staring into the beautiful spaces that God created and letting my mind wander over the hills, through the valleys, and along the streams. In my mind all of it is wild, all of it is untouched, and all of it is revered by mankind. From the path my mind wanders along, I see the people who now walk the streets of gold, the ones we loved here on earth. I long to sit and visit with them Continue Reading...
The Old Farmer
The Old Farmer I write sometimes too much, other times not quite enoughGetting the time, or room in peace to work can be tough Before I wrote my most viewed piece, Destination HomesteadThere was a man who taught me to use an axe in the shed Before if was the right time to do my Generation JumpingThere was a man , well-read, his stories true, lacking nothing I remember a guy who could dribble, and Continue Reading...
Connect
Photography 101 This is one of my favorite photos ever posted to 1inawesomewonder. My late Aunt Janette had a very special ability to connect with others. This picture, to me, sums that up. I miss her and the connection I had with her. Continue Reading...
Hand Held
Hand Held Honestly, I planned to be asleep by now. Before I went upstairs to turn in for the night, I looked back. I looked back on some poems I had written over the last year. These poems I've tried to neatly collect electronically within my blog. Some include pictures that I've tied to the words. Then I came across this one and everything stopped. The TV showing hockey highlights in the Continue Reading...
My Aunt Janette – The Poem
My Aunt Janette - The Poem I wrote this poem the morning after my Aunt Janette went to see our Lord. I woke up on Saturday morning and had these words in my mind, waiting to be written. So I sat and I wrote them. Then on Thursday of this week, I decided to see if I could find the pictures we took at Uncle Lloyd and Aunt Janette's farm last July. I opened the folder on my computer and I burst Continue Reading...
The day after
The Day After The day after; it’s been just a day, a single day. I went to bed early this evening because I was completely wiped out. Exhausted. All I wanted to do was to lie down, close my eyes, turn my brain off, and drift off to restful slumber. Well, I got some of it done, but the brain just wouldn’t quit. The last few days have been overwhelming for a number of reasons. And after a brief Continue Reading...
The Hug
The Hug May 20, 2013 Maybe it's just me, but while I was growing up, I guess I never really gave any thought to the fact that my heroes and I would ever be adults at the same time. Of course, back then, I didn't exactly think of my role models or my relatives as heroes either. Quite honestly, I didn't understand myself or my truest values very well either. I guess there are a couple Continue Reading...
My Aunt Janette
My Aunt Janette - December 6, 1947 - May 17, 2013. Janette A. Peterson It's a bright, beautiful Saturday morning, but suddenly time has lost its grip on the day. I sat down and wrote most of this over the last two weeks, in the present tense, about my Aunt Janette, a remembrance and tribute to her. Last night, just before 9pm (Eastern) God called her home. My Mom called to give me the news Continue Reading...