https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Janeys_Reflections/Life is meant to be reflected upon. If not, it becomes a blur of words and actions, minutes blending with days and days blending with years. Poetry has been one of my outlets; an avenue with which I can express my personal reflections. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Janeys_Reflections/725216State of Grace Calling out His name, in passionate whispers, We lift our gaze to the heavens. Hope wells within; We are known … We are loved. So, we reach … we strain, for more of the unseen; for more of Him. We hunger …we thirst, for the unquenchable state of grace, transcending all of life’s...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Janeys_Reflections/724944"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain!" Author Unknown So much truth packed into so few of words. Now to be Gene Kelly and learn to sing while I dance! Any tips you would like to share?https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Janeys_Reflections/724804Almost four years ago, I logged onto Blogit and began to post my poetry. My nephew had just died and I used writing as a tool to process the grief. One poem led to another and before I knew it I was reaching deep down inside of me and pulling out emotions I had never expressed, only stuffed. Two...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Janeys_Reflections/711355REFLECTIONS The water in this picture mirrors the shore which causes me to ask the question, "If I am the water, who do I mirror?" Who are the people who stand on the shore teaching me about life? Who are the people who help me "growup?" Who are the individuals who help me find the courage to...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Janeys_Reflections/697540After visiting a very close friend, I thought about the importance of every moment. She's in the final stages of MS. This is a rewrite. Thanks for reading. The Hourglass The hourglass adheres to earth’s table. Predictable, the finely pressed sand; beautiful grains of quartz, too many to count,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Janeys_Reflections/696914It's nice to be back! I'm determined to slow down and watch for moments where I, or someone around me, can convey love, loyality and maybe a bit of kindness to a friend, a neighbor, a loved one, and even a stranger. Here's my first moment, caught on camera, of my grandsons. Unspoken One brief...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Janeys_Reflections/686045Rest Angels encamp safeguarding the mind, the heart, from pain, from mistakes haunting me. Bringing peace as the hand of a loving God strokes my brow; soothes a troubled soul in need of finding rest. Copyright 2011. Mary Armstronghttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Janeys_Reflections/684974His Divine Grip In the still, quiet moment A familiar warmth envelopes me Like the comfort of a favorite jacket on a cold winter’s day And I dare not move, nor take a breath Lest He leaves …So I remain frozen …waiting …in the stillness waiting …in the moment …longing for.. anticipating … Him.....https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Janeys_Reflections/681403Life is made up of seasons and quite honestly the last 2 years have been a winter blast! I truly do not want to be a "downer" but writing, over the last two years has been a tremendous outlet for me, and many of my blogit friends have been so gracious to leave a kind encouraging comment for that...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Janeys_Reflections/677196Winter’s Web Ice crystals glisten At the dawn of morning’s light Spun by Mother Nature From boughs weaved in white Elaborately sketched to capture The grandeur of a cold winter’s night Copyright 2010. Mary Armstrong.