tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17551069507489858452024-02-21T08:54:55.320-08:00In The StudioJan Groenemann's Blog SpotJan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-15996641672675340392012-02-11T09:18:00.001-08:002012-02-11T09:18:06.950-08:00The Work Below Is On Exhibit along with Several Others Through Mid MarchYou can view this exhibit at Crossroads Hospice by appointment:<br />
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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ms_rJeJzMazlPmCNyFRtpltGtZdfLPgZrQtTO1xyo9WadT9kUVnrcdEheZvRCCtyBduQe5BQaj4bhROdEx6iy8E2ht_MKQEK9v3RJB8UkZnoVMeY5ewZxNok9P63bMMWTrY0oRZqe5aG/s1600/Between+A+Rock+&+A+Hard+Place.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ms_rJeJzMazlPmCNyFRtpltGtZdfLPgZrQtTO1xyo9WadT9kUVnrcdEheZvRCCtyBduQe5BQaj4bhROdEx6iy8E2ht_MKQEK9v3RJB8UkZnoVMeY5ewZxNok9P63bMMWTrY0oRZqe5aG/s320/Between+A+Rock+&+A+Hard+Place.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Jan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-27253558473137590222011-10-11T23:52:00.000-07:002011-10-11T23:52:24.224-07:00WISHING YOU ENOUGH<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDIdqYEz1gEWVU8Yl-zryXlJ3dgTB466sT62NMI70E45m6NPWiJV6d6TEutdorPNf-C0AmEr2LyISWcRiii2bNV3P5ITf1oqNavdDa4IBe2OHw5J-tVHTJn2S4YLpVGWJNQG1XsklemeN_/s1600/IMG_0971+Still+Life+on+deck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I wish you enough:</strong></div><strong> </strong></span><span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;"><strong> </strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;"><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>This is how he ended the message.</strong></div><strong> </strong><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Now he asks, “what does this mean to me?”</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Enough....</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>“Enough is enough.”</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>“There is never enough....”</strong></div><strong> </strong><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>“Enough!!”</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>The word appears strange when studied closely</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I’ve used that word</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Spoke it,</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Written it,</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Without ever really seeing it.</strong></div><strong> </strong><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Perhaps it is “enough” to see it in this new light.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>A strange looking word...e...n...o...u...g...h</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>An ample supply</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>A sufficiency</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Enough is relative....</strong></div><strong> </strong><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>A sufficiency as required by a certain demand;</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>And so</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>To wish me enough is saying</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I hope you have what is sufficient for your demands</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>And yet, for some, enough is never sufficient </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>To wish me enough</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Is to say to me</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>“May you find peace with what you have,</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Whatever that is,</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>May it be</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Enough.”</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>And so, what is enough......no thing is enough.</strong></div><strong> </strong><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>It is an attitude of heart</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>That finds comfort and peace in other than things</strong>,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>That finds peace</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>With what is.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Enough said.</strong></div></span>Jan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-23512993108979694152011-08-23T13:29:00.000-07:002011-08-23T13:29:42.107-07:00THE POWER OF THE FEMININE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOvCj_-R1Zqw36g-Z0OaRxvG-NLy8zJG7Ch067Zv_7u_O2uXTE43oFOarAQmDwFoHcmTdIWxsYKdvPlOyPcU_khlt0l1E9JB9sgKW1M883oQ-mb87Rx6uZ5DpUhyphenhyphen6dFCXYDMjoexeVDAu/s1600/Niki+de+Saint+Phalle%252C+three+graces.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOvCj_-R1Zqw36g-Z0OaRxvG-NLy8zJG7Ch067Zv_7u_O2uXTE43oFOarAQmDwFoHcmTdIWxsYKdvPlOyPcU_khlt0l1E9JB9sgKW1M883oQ-mb87Rx6uZ5DpUhyphenhyphen6dFCXYDMjoexeVDAu/s320/Niki+de+Saint+Phalle%252C+three+graces.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Recently I read that in a conference in Vancouver the Dalai Lama made this statement:<br />
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“The world will be saved by Western woman.”<br />
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That is a very powerful statement; and I began to think deeply about what he might have meant by this. I assume that he is talking about how much Western woman has changed Western culture by her determination to find freedom and equality, to have the right to vote, to get equal pay, to be considered an equal citizen. This has certainly been a long and difficult road from the ancient roots of our culture in Mesopotamia, Egypt, Greece and Rome to modern day America. It has taken years of anger and aggressive action through the feminist movements and years of debate and determination on many levels to get where we Western women are today.<br />
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Having just finished “<i>Prophet’s Prey</i>,” a book on Warren Jeffs and his followers I was reminded of the ultimate in repression of women right here in our own free society today. We are all too familiar with the treatment of women in the Middle East and their inferior status in all three major Western religions: Judaism, Christianity and Islam. In addition, the opposite of this has been brought to my attention through articles and conferences offered by two organizations whose email lists I have recently joined, both focused on Spiritual growth: Integral Life and Braveheart Women. These organizations have each launched campaigns emphasizing the Power of the Feminine that I have found very helpful in understanding myself as well as my culture.<br />
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The book on Jeffs and these modern day growth organizations present opposite ends of the experience of the Western woman. They represent where she has come from and where she is going. The contrast certainly gives a good idea of why the Dalai Lama may have <span lang="EN">made the above statement. Western woman is coming into her power through the understanding of the Power of the Feminine.</span><br />
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What I want to share with you, however, is not expressed through pitting <br />
Feminine against Masculine. We now know that whether female or male each of us carry both feminine and masculine within us (anima and animus) and that well balanced and psychologically healthy humans are those most in touch with those aspects of both within themselves. The powerful and compassionate woman, while feminine, is also in touch with her masculine aspects, while the most powerful and compassionate man is also in touch with his feminine aspects.<br />
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The Feminine has for too long been considered inferior, weak, too emotional to be intelligent, good for producing and raising children and best for the pleasure and comfort of the Masculine. Western Culture has a long history, all the way back to its Mesopotamian and Greek roots of suppression of the Feminine.<br />
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In the Humanities Cluster that I teach for Lindenwood University I give my students a list of the difference between Western and Eastern thought:<br />
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Eastern Thought<br />
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* Spiritual<br />
* Mystical<br />
* Karma<br />
* Reincarnation<br />
* Meditation<br />
* Enlightenment<br />
* Unity of all things<br />
* Religion and Philosophy more entwined<br />
* Less concerned with the existence or non existence of God or gods <span lang="EN"></span><br />
* Intuitive based<br />
* People are an intrinsic and inseparable part of the Universe<br />
* Quiet, receptive, humble<br />
* Direct experience of the Universe, accepting and cooperating with things as they are<br />
* From Within<br />
* Collaborative<br />
* Cyclic<br />
* Right brain<br />
* Feminine<br />
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Western Thought<br />
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* Scientific<br />
* Analytical and logical<br />
* Dualistic (heaven and hell, good and evil<br />
* Contemplation and prayer<br />
* Salvation<br />
* Individualism and separateness<br />
* Religion and Philosophy more separate<br />
* External (God is out there)<br />
* Law based<br />
* Monotheistic/personal God or atheistic<br />
* People are superior and in charge of the Universe<br />
* Aggressive forceful action oriented<br />
* Emphasizes dramatic change<br />
* Materialistic<br />
* Goal oriented<br />
* Linear<br />
* Competitive<br />
* Masculine<br />
* Left Brain<br />
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As you can see, Eastern thinking is much more Feminine and Western much more Masculine. In our Western culture we are taught that to succeed we must be logical, practical (non emotional), competitive, aggressive goal setters. We prize ourselves on being “rugged individualists.” Our focus is on being the best that we can be: the most powerful, the most wealthy, the most successful, the most intelligent, the one with the most “stuff.” Certainly this has worked on that “external” level that is also the Masculine focus.<br />
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Yet, what we are realizing is that it does not give us contentment and inner peace. It is not quite so successful on an “inner” level. T<span lang="EN">he things we most yearn for as women such as, intimacy, connection, belonging, creativity, self-expression, aliveness, meaning, purpose, contribution and a brighter future for generations to come can't be created with an exclusively masculine system of power based on control, analysis and logical, linear thinking, nor can they be executed with a strategic plan. </span><br />
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The impulse that I feel is not one of "dominance" nor "winning," but an impulse to realize my destiny--the greatest possibility of myself as a human, the highest potential of my relationships and the expressions and contribution of my gifts in service to the flourishing of life. <br />
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Because, in actuality we have no idea what this might look like - we can't create the fulfillment of our Destiny with a step-by-step strategic plan- as the task of navigating our way to our Destiny is the task of journeying towards an unknown and undefined destination. <br />
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Though I have had my fair share of “success” from the Western perspective, I have come to realize that the Masculine approach is not “adequate” for me personally. For years I have had to compete on this level: who gets the best PR, who sells the most art and for the highest prices, who is in the most galleries, wins the most awards? This way of thinking causes me (and I am learning almost all women) to want to withdraw into a sort of hermit like solitude.<br />
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It has only been recently that I have understood why. Most men are perfectly happy with the competitive, aggressive approach. Women, in general, are not. I will not say all, because I have also learned that men who are most in touch with their feminine aspects are less comfortable with competition and aggression, and women most in touch with their masculine side are often OK with competition and aggression. But understanding what is Feminine Power can be an incredible boost for a woman.<br />
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What are the keys to Feminine Power? They are:<br />
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* <b>Connect </b>with your inner “knowing” - your intuition is your inner guide;<br />
connecting requires solitude and stillness, time out from busyness.<br />
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* <b>Ask</b> - you do have the answers within, it is where Spirit speaks to you.<br />
What will truly bring truth, compassion, abundance, love and peace<br />
into your life…. and to the world.<br />
* <b>Listen </b>- let go of that mind chatter, meditate, contemplate, and<br />
pay attention to what you hear<br />
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* <b>Act </b>on what your intuition tells you - stop second guessing!<br />
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* <b>Create </b>- feminine power is creative power. Once you “know” what you<br />
need to create, create through your intention, your choices, your<br />
faith<br />
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* <b>Collaborate </b>rather than compete - you can’t become yourself by yourself, relationships are key for best activating feminine power.<br />
We need to recognize that we are relational beings and actually need each other’s partnership to access the power that we need to thrive.<br />
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* <b>Activate </b>the power of the collective field - <br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">1. Get connected to the biggest vision you have for your life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"> 2. Ask yourself, "who would I be in the realization of that<br />
vision?"<br />
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3. Share your vision with those close to you and ask them to<br />
begin to relate to you as though you were already living the<br />
realization of your vision.<br />
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4. Begin to relate to those people closest to you in ways that<br />
are consistent with your future self.</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"> 5. If you're really feeling daring, ask them to hold you to be<br />
accountable to show up in your relationship with them in ways that<br />
are consistent with this future self! </span></span> <br />
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<b>*<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span>Seek Balance </b>- when we are too right brained (feminine) we may find it difficult to be analytical and practical, we may be too emotional to do business or to stay calm in a crisis, to be disciplined enough to stay on course; when too left brained (masculine) we may lack <br />
compassion and empathy, be too self-focused or self-centered to see the <br />
bigger picture<span style="font-size: x-small;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><b>* Look to the larger view - </b>how can you help to change the world,<br />
to make it a better place?<br />
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The key is to learn to work together, female and male, Eastern and Western, and know that what hurts another also hurts me, what aids another also aids me. In the words of Michael Jackson:<br />
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“We are the world, we are the children, we are the ones who make a brighter day so lets start giving……let us realize that a change will only come when we stand together as one.” <br />
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Click on a painting to enlarge.Jan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-1079701217557642352011-08-09T09:47:00.000-07:002011-08-09T09:48:45.275-07:00A Long Hot Summer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqY6_J6dwJEqcjOoZ6cxl_Ceh06iYDuyW0bA8X0l15SovJ7kjgvvu0ULoJDBYZ49gCAjeNwoqP2Ttb9AtgKloJshBkXaSb6aeCDD5Ew1mqmlq09kmNk59v1XylCJbse4ieqVZ989mki618/s1600/Jason+Renee+and+boys+on+tube.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqY6_J6dwJEqcjOoZ6cxl_Ceh06iYDuyW0bA8X0l15SovJ7kjgvvu0ULoJDBYZ49gCAjeNwoqP2Ttb9AtgKloJshBkXaSb6aeCDD5Ew1mqmlq09kmNk59v1XylCJbse4ieqVZ989mki618/s320/Jason+Renee+and+boys+on+tube.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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It is great to be back on line; and I apologize for my long sabatical. Since my last post there have been extremes of weather here in the Midwest with lots of winter snow, severe spring storms and now the hottest summer I can recall in my lifetime.<br />
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I continue to work on my "Doors" series and will share photos of three new pieces recently completed.<br />
Classes are staying pretty full inspite of the heat and economic turmoil. I am grateful to all of you!!!<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I just booked several galleries at the St. Peters Arts Center (West end of City Hall) for an adult student show to hang from Dec. 8 to Jan. 30. More information will be coming on this. All of my adult students are invited to participate.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">See St. Peters Patch at stpeterspatch.com for a recent interview with me and look for Upfront and Hometown newsletters for another interview that should be out in the next issue of each. Thanks, St. Peters, for the lovely PR.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>Jan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-17116612858309909732011-02-15T06:28:00.000-08:002011-02-15T06:50:53.189-08:00Thoughts From Mid Winter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVrf3Jo5Tu0DgudN1LBSm_08kGPaU781NS25AUKuDfsNX6UPtU-uUBTtzwHbr45hXlF8z-5J7zW4mtHSq33CKx2WPisJwtj3jA4wZzYZvgdkRUpWUfAIr9Z3sxIjlEQUOAFVsZRdml6-f/s1600/IMG_1097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVrf3Jo5Tu0DgudN1LBSm_08kGPaU781NS25AUKuDfsNX6UPtU-uUBTtzwHbr45hXlF8z-5J7zW4mtHSq33CKx2WPisJwtj3jA4wZzYZvgdkRUpWUfAIr9Z3sxIjlEQUOAFVsZRdml6-f/s320/IMG_1097.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Winter is beginning to seem very long, especially after being snow bound for almost two weeks. I hope all of you have survived and can fully enjoy just how warm the 50's and 60's now feel. My pond was dwarfed by the snow depth. I measured over 11" here.<br />
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Winter is a time of hibernating, going deep into introspection and clearing away emotional and mental clutter. This, too, is nature's way. The sap of life sinks deeply underground, lets all die away that has been spent. In the spring, then, it is trimmed away to make room for more growth.<br />
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This is a vulnerable time, a time of being bare. For me it is a time for poetry:<br />
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Winter's Grip<br />
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Sometimes the winter holds me long <br />
Beyond the self-made grave of introspection,<br />
Deep below the dirtied ice where earth wraps warm<br />
And bares me by sheer fading of youth;<br />
Looking down, down, down<br />
Deeper than human eyes can stare<br />
Into an abyss of fears and questionings<br />
I hear her grasp for breath,<br />
Feel the snow melt seeping, softening<br />
And I am pushed upward, back into a swell of sunshine<br />
Spring, new life, new beginningJan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-56518496721529997132011-01-25T13:27:00.000-08:002011-01-25T15:59:06.303-08:00No, It Just Can't Be!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzcmLmPgaWWibGGCkKlCYelOwJAYuQqUkIrdAyoxqBWj-ByYV_DYo8g5ObBdkSkug9cbl1qX7FZpPOsbh_quJsUzZkgaZ6bJbTP_RThfpVjJPn9oLb69Mcq7laNc1M49CZNPGvH6IedHEW/s1600/Our+Gang+II+Christmas+2011+Lightened.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzcmLmPgaWWibGGCkKlCYelOwJAYuQqUkIrdAyoxqBWj-ByYV_DYo8g5ObBdkSkug9cbl1qX7FZpPOsbh_quJsUzZkgaZ6bJbTP_RThfpVjJPn9oLb69Mcq7laNc1M49CZNPGvH6IedHEW/s320/Our+Gang+II+Christmas+2011+Lightened.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
I am sharing one of those "set the camera on the table and run to get in the photo" shots of my gang taken on Christmas Day. From the back left: Garic, Gary (my ex), Jason, Meaghan and Jeremy. Second row: me and Renee. Front row: Skylar and Jaden. I enjoyed wonderful holidays, a good two week's worth since they included travel to Cincinnati where Garic (my middle son) hosted Christmas at his house (Jason and Renee helped with the food); travel to Mtn. Grove to visit Mom and family there; three open houses and a four day visit from my friend Jody from Maryland. I hope all of you had equally happy holidays!<br />
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I awoke this morning to the thought, "How can it possibly be January 19, 2011 already!!" The year 2010 flew past me like a full throttle jet. And this in spite of trying my best to stay focused on "living mindfully in each moment." There are those who claim time is speeding up. Perhaps they are right? Yet, there are others who talk about the relativity of time? Or that there is no such thing as time?<br />
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My concern is that we continue in our culture to be "too busy." Last year was a time of transition for me, and a focused attempt to slow down my weekly schedule. In this year I hope to manage a fuller consciousness of what I am doing each moment so that I may experience each day to the fullest.<br />
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I set my intention on NYE to be more aware, more conscious and to listen to my intuitive guidance. I do believe God speaks to us most clearly through our intuition. Though he/she also speaks through every thing we experience. Hearing requires being "awake." As I look back over my life, had I known how to do this, or known TO DO THIS and to stop second guessing what my gut was telling me, I could have saved much energy and even much pain. Of course, we do learn through that pain, so it is OK that it has taken me awhile to learn to listen.<br />
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I do find it so interesting that in hindsight I can say "I did know the truth of that." Yet, over and over I will talk myself out of really trusting that knowing. And, I do this second guessing in spite of the fact that the accuracy of my intuitive knowing has been proven correct over and over. I have even had dreams that spoke the full truth to me; I have had strange events that in looking back I could see where trying to shake me into seeing I already new what to do, I just needed to act on it.<br />
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Am I right in guessing that I am not alone in this behavior? And if so, why do we tend to do this, to not listen to that something within that is sometimes even yelling out the truth to us? I have some thoughts as to why this happens:<br />
1) our culture does not teach that we have this inner knowing. It is thought of as psychic phenomon and<br />
is highly suspect<br />
2) we don't always want to hear the truth. We get caught up in what we want to be the truth and ignore<br />
evidence to the contrary<br />
3) we think if we just "hang in there" the situation or even the person involved will change<br />
4) we believe our patience and our unconditional love will cause that change<br />
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In my experience patience and unconditional love can work miracles, but NEVER when my intuition is screaming out the opposite.<br />
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So, my new years intention is to listen, to trust, and to act on my inner guidance. It will be very interesting to see where it leads me in this new year.<br />
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I wish a very peaceful and blessed 2011 to all of you.<br />
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I'd love feed back of your own experiences concerning intuition.Jan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-36034105573724428802010-12-12T19:05:00.000-08:002010-12-12T19:05:33.513-08:00JOY In The MomentI have gotten very busy; caught up in Christmas shopping, decorating, trying to finish up this quarter's grades and evaluations in the midst of holiday activities. It is Saturday morning; the day is dark, a dreary rain falls from a wintry gray sky. The Art Museum is my destination....meeting students for a tour. It will be Christmasy and festive. I will enjoy it.<br />
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I sit within my cozy warm studio overlooking the pond as raindrops disturb the surface. The drops falling one by one remind me of a very young Jeremy (my youngest), maybe 8 or 9 running into the house one summer day. He rushes to his bedroom where I hear him digging into his toy box. He comes out with his snorkle and goggles and runs out the backdoor to jump into the above ground pool. In a few minutes he comes in all excited: "Mom, you should see how the rain drops look from the bottom of the pool!" He had ran out, jumped in to lay on the bottom so he could watch the drops from below.<br />
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Youth, so fresh, so alive, so caught up in the wonder of life. A touch of sadness washes over me as the thought of disease and dying punch into my thoughts....Jeremy lives with chronic disease and did, even then.<br />
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Yet, living this very moment there is only joy! How very important it is: to know, and even to have the ability to contemplate that we WILL die, yet, to stay focused on this moment, this joyuous miraculous moment of life, bursting forth life!<br />
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Raindrops dancing now, splashing into the pond. The Koi have Jeremy's view from that day.<br />
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What must it feel like to be an ant being hit by a huge raindrop?Jan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-90338320371983726242010-11-11T09:21:00.000-08:002010-11-11T09:26:11.643-08:00A Revealing As The Leaves Fall Away<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Fall, the season I am living both literally and symbolically as I find myself at an age considered the fall of life. The work of fall has to do with leaves: much change in appearance, much letting go, sweeping away that which is finished, looking at who we are as we become bare, as we watch "things" fall away, things such as youth, physical beauty, careers if we retire, fame if we have accomplished it, successes and accomplishments.....all kinds of attachments.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">In fall we become naked before ourselves. I say "ourselves" because, after all, it is only ourselves we fool with all our attachments and outward coverings! Bare of all those things I have covered myself with (talents, successful career, a look or attitude that attracts the opposite sex, publicity, possessions)....STUFF. Naked.....all the leaves having fallen away, WHO AM I? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">This is what interests me now. Is my core substance such that losing the leaves I am even more....because I shine from my core. This is my hope; and in this hope is a resolve to let go (to grow old) with a grace that lessens the fear of ageing for my children....well for all who know me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">So in this fall of 2010 I hope that you allow your inner beauty to grow and to shine. There is purpose in the fact that fall is so beautiful. And always fall triggers such introspection. See that it is the deep down authentic you, the real you, stripped of all the coverings, that is truly an expression of the joy and wonder that is life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div>Jan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-48907253137432224782010-11-04T08:34:00.000-07:002010-11-04T09:15:51.237-07:00Give A Carrot!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOfOzUxDuLMSqnMsL6G996KA3O2tXGOiFE9TWs_9p9q0qJpSEfwGpRYCbkHn8hP3usyUUkaa9qeOqZ5TikEly8kRYnnEF17MWg6TOSklNJxvoHrgpqqtW0R660dy9cD5z1LuHW5mSLlu5/s1600/IMG_0992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOfOzUxDuLMSqnMsL6G996KA3O2tXGOiFE9TWs_9p9q0qJpSEfwGpRYCbkHn8hP3usyUUkaa9qeOqZ5TikEly8kRYnnEF17MWg6TOSklNJxvoHrgpqqtW0R660dy9cD5z1LuHW5mSLlu5/s320/IMG_0992.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
Jason, my oldest son, his wife Renee and my two little grandsons, Jaden and Skylar, were here for the Halloween weekend. It happens that my youngest son, Jeremy, and his wife, Meaghan, are recently the proud owners of a horse named Phoenix. I won't go in to how this came about, but there is a whole other story there (I say this with a smile). We took the boys to meet Phoenix; Jaden anxiously waited to feed Phoenix a carrot. Phoenix loves carrots, and, in fact, yesterday Meaghan told me that Phoenix was getting a bit too fond of treats and therefore checking hands and pockets of every human he had the chance to meet. Do you think he might be suffering from "entitlement?"<br />
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Carrots, as we all know, are very good for you. The beta-carotene is good for your eyes, as is the fact that carrots convert to vitamin A in the body which also improves eyesight and helps you see better in dim light. Beta-carotene in carrots is also an antioxidant that helps protect you from heart disease, cancer and macular degeneration. Alpha-carotene, another benefit from carrots has been shown to protect from lung cancer.<br />
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The point is, if you are said to "Give a Carrot" you are giving something good for the receiver. This brings me to the point of my ramblings today: politics. I do not typically get into politics except in very private situations. I have long considered myself an "Independent." I have in the past voted both sides of the ticket. BUT, like so many in this country I am absolutely disgusted with politics. I am sick of the name calling, the blame, the black and white thinking, the refusal to work across "party lines" for the good of the people. I am appalled to find that in spite of the fact that our President Obama won the Presidential seat only two years ago, with our country in the midst of TWO wars, right after the collapse of our major financial institutions and the spiraling downward of our stock market AND the bail out that was called by then President Bush a "necessity for saving our economy" many people in this country actually now "see" him, Obama, as to blame for it all. Two years??? Do you suppose that is enough time to actually "fix" all that was wrong? And to do so when your opposing party has said "NO" to cooperating with you in any way? By the way, the consensus from experts from both parties is that we had to bail out these institutions.<br />
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Well that is my first frustration. My second is that there seems to be an absolute "refusal" to work together among the heads of our two party system. We are in trouble. I don't care who is to blame (though from my perspective it appears to be the fact that we are now a global economy, like it or not; and our corporations have the wealth and the power to do whatever they want and to even buy off our congressmen and women.) Remember, corporations are not patriotic unless they are headed by honest and patriotic executives. Corporations are world wide citizens, moving wherever and whenever they can find cheaper labor and fewer regulatory inhibitions to their money making purpose. THEY ARE NOT PEOPLE. They do not have conscience nor empathy. They do not "give a carrot!"<br />
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And are you aware that corporations can now contribute however much money they wish without having to say where it comes from to any campaign (and remember, they do have the money). Do you not suppose this could mean they can also buy the candidate that best fits their interest?<br />
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So, isn't it time we SEE. "GIVE A CARROT." We are in trouble. We have millions who have no health insurance and others having to declare bankruptcy due to illness, we have seniors who have to decide whether to forgo food or medications, we have poor right here in our ghettos and even in our rural areas who need help, we have a middle class that has been dwindling in numbers for the last 50 years. It IS our middle class that carries the brunt of our tax burden. And, by the way, it is a historical fact that a culture's strength and stability is directly proportionate to the strength and stability of its middle class.<br />
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EAT A FEW CARROTS. They help us "see" the truth in our situation. I think we have to stop reacting to the fear politics around us and take the time to look into what it is that will really help change things. I guarantee you it is not about being Democrat nor Republican (NOR Tea Party). It is not about defending the Constitution, it is not about whether or not our President is Muslim or a US citizen (that anyone can believe either of these persisting rumors really blows my mind). It is about whether or not we can really "give a carrot" and put some time and effort into knowing the truth of our situation and seriously looking for ways to make changes.<br />
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It shook me last night when a teen in my class began sharing how depressed and hopeless she was feeling. This was the case on many levels, but when she got into politics and how the condition of our country and its politics were affecting her, and the rest of the group chimed in in agreement, it really got to me. She said she no longer felt "hope" that she could make her "dreams" come to fruition. She said she was sick of our major political parties refusing to work together to figure out how to fix things. Basically she was saying she has lost "the American dream." This conversation went on to include how many teens each of these in my class knew who felt suicidal because of this hopelessness. I think we must take this seriously for the sake of our children. If we don't stop fighting and blaming and reacting and start really doing something constructive we are failing our children. I really believe this.<br />
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So, the point of this blog today is to ask that you "Give a Carrot"....that you really care enough to do all in your power to stop the negativity and give from your heart something healthy, something that enhances the ability to "see" our way out of this mess we find ourselves in. I believe we are the greatest nation in the world, but I also believe if we keep abusing this position we can lose it. I do "give a carrot!!"Jan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-62936188021898249132010-10-28T07:33:00.000-07:002010-10-28T07:36:15.615-07:00Cleaning In The Studio<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiVBrnvgFE2qegnNJwer97MjtUUb_-igvBpRPfMio1B3pTz5vaGz2TWCov3hZWnZiZOIWqge1EmIzFstnvbmVmQcx_e9cq8RiB_DlSFW6GMLro-r4jeDlZcqMuqRPTflNfWgoLh3wE_wwy/s1600/IMG_0960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiVBrnvgFE2qegnNJwer97MjtUUb_-igvBpRPfMio1B3pTz5vaGz2TWCov3hZWnZiZOIWqge1EmIzFstnvbmVmQcx_e9cq8RiB_DlSFW6GMLro-r4jeDlZcqMuqRPTflNfWgoLh3wE_wwy/s320/IMG_0960.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Classroom Studio<br />
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(Oct. 23, 2010, Jan Groenemann)<br />
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Saturday and feisty fall,<br />
Outside my studio door<br />
The wind blowing in with the leaves a fall thunderstorm <br />
Forcing the chimes to scream more than sing<br />
I find myself cleaning, clearing clutter<br />
Pulling everything out, making it visible<br />
Wrecking the order of my space<br />
In order to discover and discard<br />
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Up on the top shelf in the far corner I find<br />
Yellowed envelopes filled with written pages<br />
I slide them out, taking a seat at an empty table<br />
Here, reading from the mind of my much younger self<br />
Young wife, mother of three small sons<br />
One already diabetic<br />
Trying desperately to keep a marriage together<br />
That was destined to die<br />
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Hanging on, with my words<br />
To a religion that ran low on regard<br />
For a woman who needed strength<br />
Who needed to know<br />
It was OK to demand commitment<br />
And respect and focus<br />
Whose teachings of submission<br />
Allowed for coping co-dependency<br />
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Even then I was optimistic<br />
In my openly lonely situation<br />
Learning to mother<br />
Learning to give endlessly<br />
Learning to love unconditionally<br />
Learning to fly<br />
Learning to let go<br />
Let go, let go, let go<br />
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Filling black bulging bags<br />
One after the other<br />
Saying goodbye to the girl<br />
The young mother<br />
The submissive wife<br />
The writer of religious themes<br />
And stories, making space<br />
Allowing for the changes that came<br />
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Giving birth to the woman<br />
The mother of sons and grandsons<br />
The friend to daughters-in-law<br />
Loving unconditionally<br />
Even the man whose side she left<br />
So that the artist and poet <br />
And mature spiritual being <br />
Was allowed to emerge<br />
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I slide the writings back into the envelope<br />
Even the one about “learning to fly”<br />
And the poem titled “wife friend”<br />
Even the girl, the young woman<br />
Whose smile is still on my face<br />
And whose belief that<br />
In all things there is purpose<br />
Still lives in my heart.Jan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-48369779895100379772010-10-18T13:14:00.000-07:002010-10-18T13:14:33.769-07:00Leaves: A New Perspective<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0oagbBpdqhwPJuVlfzCnIMAOIW36zvFAl5VgsCuNK0jq8sa5ZaklAifIxJKI_LSEuQir850peBe1SjSTsKnmYJ7-dMtw_25Qo-m1OT6jOn09MpSK58A12f3nQK0INPYrjsA_SWDMHAD7a/s1600/IMG_0650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0oagbBpdqhwPJuVlfzCnIMAOIW36zvFAl5VgsCuNK0jq8sa5ZaklAifIxJKI_LSEuQir850peBe1SjSTsKnmYJ7-dMtw_25Qo-m1OT6jOn09MpSK58A12f3nQK0INPYrjsA_SWDMHAD7a/s320/IMG_0650.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Leaves: A New Perspective<br />
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Spiraling downward on invisible currents,<br />
Sailing on updrafts, leveling, landing<br />
Gathering as a conference; colorful and individual<br />
As members of a happy crowd<br />
They dance and gossip<br />
On the tarmac that is my drive<br />
Moving in as close as possible to my door<br />
Waiting there, quietly, out of the range of fall gusts<br />
A steadily growing crowd of fall leaves<br />
Their last wings<br />
Final meeting<br />
Waiting<br />
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It has frustrated me in past falls<br />
This constant gathering, whispering, waiting<br />
That they do at my doorway<br />
As if hoping to sneak in on sneakers<br />
Or breeze in on boots<br />
Keeping me sweeping, sweeping<br />
No end it always seems to the <br />
Trail of crumbled colors<br />
Descending into dust<br />
To be vacuumed up<br />
Discarded and dumpstered<br />
A constant chore<br />
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As they leave the classroom, the group of teens<br />
Who have sat and shared <br />
discussed and drawn characters from their imaginings<br />
For the last hour and a half<br />
A fasting from the fall fury of school<br />
And homework, SAT’s, exams<br />
I complain about the levee of leaves that blocks the door.<br />
Hearing them crunch beneath Rebooks, Nikes,<br />
My background chorus as I say,<br />
“Goodnight, have a good week.”<br />
“They are all gathering here,” they cheer<br />
“They love your house!!!”<br />
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Leaves, gathering here in safe haven?<br />
Nature’s palette of creative colors<br />
Floating, hovering, piling one on another<br />
Inviting games like dig potato<br />
Or offering to model<br />
For rubbings or paintings<br />
Or even just reminders of the myriad of colors<br />
That only fall can conjure<br />
Leaves for lessons <br />
In letting go or going with the flow<br />
A new perspective: <br />
LeavesJan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-19140305784979965972010-10-14T06:54:00.000-07:002010-10-14T06:56:18.756-07:00New Work Completed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWGxp-PWuHwuijXrIwqrwqKh2tD_2YMOXNJZ_6aQqKyTYnmspxjRUUibKKsw0JadmPCNRVInmVQiO1cA4erZKrLujB3MVqPOcne0x6y9c6BXCowACI98UtJmgD6p_y2uq11pRH0mZ8IlO/s1600/Doorway+With+Curtain+II+flash+cropped+good.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWGxp-PWuHwuijXrIwqrwqKh2tD_2YMOXNJZ_6aQqKyTYnmspxjRUUibKKsw0JadmPCNRVInmVQiO1cA4erZKrLujB3MVqPOcne0x6y9c6BXCowACI98UtJmgD6p_y2uq11pRH0mZ8IlO/s320/Doorway+With+Curtain+II+flash+cropped+good.jpg" width="237" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Doorway With Curtain"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Fall is my favorite time of year, and one of my favorite things to do is to sit outside with the smells and colors of fall, especially in early evening when there is that glow that only fall brings. It is as if the colors from the leaves are rising like a fog and tinting the predusk light. I swept my deck and cleaned the filters in the pond then decided to sit on the deck and sip a glass of iced water The mood was so perfect that I came in and got my camera and did this shot. I added a toss of leaves and and the wine and glasses just because what adds most to such a perfect fall evening is great conversation with someone you love.<br />
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I had hoped to capture the glow, but my camera was just inadequate for that. Still, I think you can get the idea.<br />
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When I came in to check my blog and prepare to do this post I noticed that there had been another comment to the IRISES blog. It was my son, Garic, the one whose photography I have posted a few times. This was his comment. "This is officially my favorite blog entry. I love you, Mom." Well, a beautiful fall evening cannot get any better than this. Thank you, Garic. You will know how it affected me when you get the message I left on your phone.<br />
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And so, this post turns out to be a tribute to a beautiful fall evening and to my three amazing sons. They keep me believing in the male gender! They are full of integrity, sensitivity and compassion. Some of the best conversations I have ever had on any subject has been in a room with all three of them and my two daughters-in-law. I am so grateful.<br />
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I hope you too are experiencing the joy of a wonderful fall evening.Jan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-33305917835071116182010-10-09T06:57:00.000-07:002010-10-09T06:57:45.034-07:00IRISES: A Poem<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuDTv_tfAw_agfVfV3lH0K5uK70U7bya_Jo0vBrR551uJuXabfpNtpPiiyLkx8ctKcAzN1a-RswDLb0G0C6QMYBXAoSGB7B3YCT7fZb5aWoF3Y2JtywBAyYnN3jf2g7NB64JjyBaDXhZvi/s1600/IRISES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuDTv_tfAw_agfVfV3lH0K5uK70U7bya_Jo0vBrR551uJuXabfpNtpPiiyLkx8ctKcAzN1a-RswDLb0G0C6QMYBXAoSGB7B3YCT7fZb5aWoF3Y2JtywBAyYnN3jf2g7NB64JjyBaDXhZvi/s320/IRISES.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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IRISES<br />
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I’ve planted Irises in my garden<br />
Old-fashioned purples with yellow centers<br />
And blue<br />
I recall them in Mom’s flower bedsAlong with the salmons and browns<br />
And brilliant red Cannas<br />
She weeded them, bent over<br />
Her mind a million miles away in thought<br />
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My horse, Fanny, nipped her shoulder once<br />
While she was weeding<br />
Fanny, velvet nose, horsey smell that I love<br />
My fantasy-come-true mare who<br />
Flashed an angry look at those she did not trust<br />
But she nipped my Mom playfully, innocently<br />
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Irises…my great aunt Sylvia grew them, too<br />
And Grandma and Dad (we grandchildren called him)<br />
Aunt Jean had them growing along the sidewalk<br />
I can smell their heavy fragrance from memory<br />
Bundled into a glass vase and placed on the dining room table<br />
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They lined the front porch where I stood<br />
With broom handle microphone and sang at the top of my lungs<br />
Where I pulled Fanny up close so that I could swing my leg<br />
Across her broad back<br />
Mom would bring iced lemonade and set us in front of the fan<br />
On those summer-days, so humid it was difficult to breath….<br />
Like sticking-your-head-in-the-oven hot<br />
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Mom was warmth and kindness and safety….<br />
Does she know she still is?<br />
She says, at 82 she is ready to go<br />
But does she know my more-than-weekly phone calls are not just for her?<br />
I need her still….to tell my stories to<br />
And knowing she is OK and interested in scrap booking,<br />
Reading, Days of Our Lives, life<br />
Grounds me<br />
Lets me keep believing in unconditional love, in God….<br />
In miracles<br />
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I water the Irises, long past their spring blooms<br />
It is fall and leaves are floating through the air<br />
I think of Mom, go inside my studio that overlooks the garden<br />
And pick up the phone<br />
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-Jan Groenemann<br />
October 8, 2009<br />
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Jan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-38147875720491297762010-10-05T09:51:00.000-07:002010-10-05T09:51:21.991-07:00Abundance At The Bounty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiscbtdnIfgG8sZCYhfb8AnCkZFnXeuLzYSH2oKT1dyhcrcAInAip445MewfKxacPS0FqjdgU1emJlLK8lDycLQGiX6ZgngbEZzhqe9ySzj3EIdnpKCW_l0fJYsFzwwXB55UCIIyDB3o75Z/s1600/Jan+American+Bounty+Exhibit+Stone+Wall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiscbtdnIfgG8sZCYhfb8AnCkZFnXeuLzYSH2oKT1dyhcrcAInAip445MewfKxacPS0FqjdgU1emJlLK8lDycLQGiX6ZgngbEZzhqe9ySzj3EIdnpKCW_l0fJYsFzwwXB55UCIIyDB3o75Z/s320/Jan+American+Bounty+Exhibit+Stone+Wall.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqHMMRzsjhWGSh7cyTSshHU7ka6Y-bdk2y8uy8ZAeZvHN3ib_5rEy95tTHs4-EN-WI75-XN9dR2akmLfRrs-5LGAET7qZgzvv3VdQWg1Mc-aaNbM5wq6E5-I50RdTvhO7O8onkYdCEFPV/s1600/Jan+at+American+Bounty+Exhibit+ufo+II.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqHMMRzsjhWGSh7cyTSshHU7ka6Y-bdk2y8uy8ZAeZvHN3ib_5rEy95tTHs4-EN-WI75-XN9dR2akmLfRrs-5LGAET7qZgzvv3VdQWg1Mc-aaNbM5wq6E5-I50RdTvhO7O8onkYdCEFPV/s320/Jan+at+American+Bounty+Exhibit+ufo+II.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Sunday, Oct. 3, was an absolutely beautiful day, cool temps, severe clear, and brilliant sunshine. The turnout for my opening in Washington was great. The biggest surprise for me was that almost every person (well at least 3/4) of the 40 or so attending was someone special to me (friend/student/family). The "Abundance" experienced was not what you might expect at an art opening, not crowds of buyers from the local area, but a crowd of those who love and support me. I am so grateful to each of you who came to make it a special day. I know it was a long drive for many of you.<br />
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For those of us in the arts we are often judged as successful (or not) by the crowds we draw or the sales we make. But the truth is, what is really important is the joy we get from the process of creating and the love we get from our relationships. This was the message I got from Sunday.....I am blessed with the greatest of Abundance! A special thank you to each of you who came.<br />
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And thank you to Larry Pogue (a wonderful artist himself) who organized the event, helped me hang and missed the Rams game to be there. Thank you, too, to the staff at American Bounty who served wonderful food and drinks and then set up a special table for 16 of us to share dinner together after the event. <br />
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It was an absolutely wonderful day!Jan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-45484088647518176272010-10-03T06:55:00.000-07:002010-10-03T06:58:17.709-07:00Creative Expression Can Break the Cycle of Chronic PainA few weeks ago I wrote about the "power of focused attention." This <br />
article, sent to me by my daughter-in-law, Renee Groenemann, comes from<br />
the opposite direction but with the same message. By allowing ourselves <br />
to get in that place from where creative expression comes we can distract <br />
ourselves from the pain of negative experiences.<br />
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We know that creative expression releases the same hormones as are <br />
released in jogging. According to the article below, it can also give relief <br />
from chronic pain.<br />
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LOS ANGELES (KABC) -- There's more to the healing arts than just<br />
medicine. Numerous studies show how creative expression through music,<br />
writing or art work can break the cycle of chronic pain. The topic was<br />
discussed at the For Grace's 3rd Annual Women in Pain Conference.<br />
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For Radene Marie Cook, chronic, intense pain from injuries she suffered<br />
in a plane crash is a way of life.<br />
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"It means that with my pain, there are so many signals and it's at such a<br />
severe level, that without treatment I'd have a heart attack or a<br />
stroke," said Cook.<br />
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Cook finds some relief in art, poetry and music.<br />
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"There's something about getting inner conflict and inner feelings out<br />
to where your eyes can see it," said Cook.<br />
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Artistic expression can be more than just a form of therapy. For patients who <br />
have pain that's difficult to describe, art can help patients communicate with<br />
their doctors.<br />
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"Some of the pain is indescribable when nerves are involved. It does<br />
bizarre stuff," said Cook. "But I could show them a picture of something<br />
being electrocuted and they could understand that."<br />
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Pain specialist Dr. David Bresler says art can be a distraction from the<br />
pain.<br />
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"When they realize that they're becoming obsessed and concentrating way<br />
too much on their pain, they need to break that cycle in some way, and<br />
let their mind focus on other kinds of things," said Bresler.<br />
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One powerful prescription: focusing on the positive.<br />
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"One of the things that we've learned is that whatever you give<br />
attention to, grows," said Bresler. "Whether it's your garden, your<br />
children, or your worries, anxieties and fears. When people pay so much<br />
attention to pain, the pain will grow."<br />
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It's that advice -- and art -- that keeps a smile on Cook's face.<br />
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"I wanted to put on the walls everything that I could look to and grab<br />
immediately that told me I was going to make it," said Cook. "It's a<br />
reminder to say, 'Yes, I can and it's going to be OK in the end.'"<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMccl58eZD-W3h5uGtF7c3AjYl0B1BijaQisbWKPndrUG2WGArEUdCCbeVnruy0Xll-ZclVLHDETcBDlgsEMJ3kF2MJbCq4PY8mVFy_JODRBlbk751sZuenwuGkzOOnxk8y_59h-uxkcXl/s1600/Tree+Poem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMccl58eZD-W3h5uGtF7c3AjYl0B1BijaQisbWKPndrUG2WGArEUdCCbeVnruy0Xll-ZclVLHDETcBDlgsEMJ3kF2MJbCq4PY8mVFy_JODRBlbk751sZuenwuGkzOOnxk8y_59h-uxkcXl/s320/Tree+Poem.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> "Tree Poem" is part of the Abundance Exhibit at<br />
American Bounty TODAY in Washington, MO.<br />
I'd love to see you there!Jan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-36225626780476893622010-09-29T14:31:00.000-07:002010-09-29T14:31:22.300-07:00A Life Enhancing Opportunity!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiNIdNupknPA9JDWYB0wOdQ2DiwXOs_vocjo33swmrtsc3cvmBEl-v6fQFnj1jZGhSlJjRxJZX3zPZ9CwzvDHbmxqkPxFmIw-Cx6W98ui3Yy6riVhSp6OmDUaWNtIfsJ_uc0nQXkMRZJ1f/s1600/IMG_0626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiNIdNupknPA9JDWYB0wOdQ2DiwXOs_vocjo33swmrtsc3cvmBEl-v6fQFnj1jZGhSlJjRxJZX3zPZ9CwzvDHbmxqkPxFmIw-Cx6W98ui3Yy6riVhSp6OmDUaWNtIfsJ_uc0nQXkMRZJ1f/s320/IMG_0626.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Photo by Amy Kartmann<br />
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No, it isn't usually so obvious as in this photo my friend Amy took, but I do believe that all of nature speaks to us and brings us messages for enhancing our lives. I would like to help you experience this first hand: that every life experience is your teacher if you are aware enough to notice. This is the subject of my workshop: Awakening Your Creative Spirit.<br />
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This workshop is designed to give you techniques for honing your awareness and connecting with your creative energies. So whether you want to better express yourself through one of the arts or simply wish to make your life more in tune with your authentic self, this workshop is for you!<br />
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Tools utilized for this workshop: meditation/visualization; drawing; painting; and writing. No previous experience needed.<br />
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I promise you a day that is life enhancing.<br />
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Workshop cost: $125 (all supplies included)<br />
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DATE: SATURDAY OCTOBER 16 IN THE STUDIO AT 110 MILLBRIDGE CT. ST. PETERS.<br />
Contact me to register: (636) 441-3828 or <a href="mailto:hokseda@charter.net">hokseda@charter.net</a>Jan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755106950748985845.post-39235825907574904882010-09-26T19:04:00.000-07:002010-09-26T19:04:45.944-07:00Opening This Sunday, October 3, 1:00 to 5:00, For Jan's Solo Exhibit At American Bounty Restaurant In Washington, MOJan Groenemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224054713699635687noreply@blogger.com0