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If it be but just a trace…


If it be but just a trace I leave in this world,

not a footprint for some to find or follow,

if it be but just an impression, my words or deeds

said or done once upon a time or place,

or even just a hope it be remembered today,

or maybe even tomorrow,

it is enough. I’ll not seek to strive for more,

for it may be just a trace

that impacts another’s life, or just tucked inside their heart.

Then it will be a life well lived,

not one gone with remorse or regret,

for that trace, I leave behind

is enough because it’s mine.

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Joyce E. Johnson © 2017

This post was done for the Daily Post word prompt. https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/trace/


Hurry! Shoot me, quick!

Winter is coming.

He looked my way, his mouth full.

“Wait please! One moment.”

“Let me get my camera.”

A quick shot. Then time to flee.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2016)

This is my post for today’s one word prompt for The Daily Post word prompt.

The annual quest for Colorado gold

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Every year when the leaves turn and Autumn arrives we head out, on our quest to look for the best places to photograph the changes in color and the Aspens turning a bright golden-yellow. And sometimes, a shot of something else will do too when we stop to explore along the road. The top photo is one of the Aspens in the Rocky Mountains seen off highway 7 between Lyons and Nederland, Co.

The bottom photo is one of Barker Dam off the road on the way down to the city of Boulder. Timing, location and altitude can make all the difference in the color and changes seen. In some areas just a few days earlier, there was more color with rust and red tones showing in some of the plant life, brighter in places, but in others it had not yet reached its peak. Photographers with tripods set in place can be spotted along the road, as everyone wants to capture the gold.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2016)

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When silence speaks louder than words

A silent response is often times the loudest, the unspoken message more clearly understood than a verbal one. Sometimes there is just nothing I can say in response to one’s perspective on something I have not formed a worthy opinion on. My silence is the only, and maybe the wisest response or reply I can give. The tongue is quick, and the mind a sharp retort, forming and verbalizing what often can be things we later regret, wish we had not said, and cannot take back.

Wisdom is something I have always sought, like Solomon in the Old Testament Bible when it was the one thing he asked of God more than anything else. And being silent is one of those things that is a part of applying wisdom to a situation when we just cannot help, or add something of significance to what is already done, or said. It is times like that when my silence on something is loudest by not adding my ‘two cents’ worth, or rather my ‘opinion,’ if it is something that would offend or add conflict.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2016)

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Posted September 20, 2016 by Joyce in My Writings, The Daily Post

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Stairway – the ascending and descending in life, one step at a time

When I was toughing it out through the months of rehab after my two total knee replacements these last few years, to gain full use of the artificial joints it got easier with each step I took, over and over again. The more I took those steps in my stairway at home the easier and more comfortable it got.

In getting back to other things I loved, like hiking and bicycling it was a matter of being ready to advance to the next step in that ‘stairway’ on the mountain ridge in hiking, or climbing up onto the seat of my bicycle.

In life, I think that is true with the steps that allow us opportunity to ascend, or if necessary descend to a ‘floor,’ or level more compatible, conducive in ways that accommodate that which we are not ready yet to take. Those stairways can seem like the hills, or mountains in our life, taking one step at a time. Now, as I contemplate getting back to bicycling, another sport I loved doing – before knee troubles – it again seems like standing at the bottom of a stairway, not certain how, or if I can regain that momentum to ascend one step at a time to where I feel comfortable. It is not a decision I make easily, as I celebrate another birthday and look back on those things that I did when young, and wonder, Can I do it again? Am I ready?

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This is my post for today’s writing prompt in The Daily Post word prompt; Stairway

Joyce E. Johnson (2016)

 

I still love to dig

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly writing challenge: “Digging for Roots.”

I think the person I am is greatly influenced by the family I came from. When I wrote my first posts on my blog site a couple of years ago I told about the 30+ yrs. of genealogy research and work I’ve done digging into my paternal grandfather’s past and family. They were Germans from Russia, immigrated from Odessa, Russia (now the country of Ukraine) in 1889. Much of my research and information was used to create my current novel and project entitled, The Informant’s Agenda.

I was blessed to be able to travel to Russia and Ukraine in 1989 to commemorate their immigration to the U.S. and learn all I could about them and their own journey out of persecution and anarchy. I later learned too that their family were once originally from Jewish descent, then later converted to the Lutheran faith. These are the genealogical roots of my family that define me in such a way that makes me proud of my heritage, my faith, and my insatiable drive to learn more. I am so thankful for the opportunity to have made the journey, literally to the country of their origin, and also through the years of time travel with all the resources, books and research materials used so I could learn all I could about them. I have scrapbooks and binders so full of collected documents, records, old family photos, and Ged files that they cannot hold any more. Still I continue the ‘digging’ at times into my father’s side, and also my mother’s side from Germany . It is a legacy I will pass down to my children and grandchildren. It is a ‘dig’ I would not have traded for anything.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Ancient Family History

Below is my submission for this week’s Daily Post Writing Challenge Full Tanka

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/full-tanka/ 

 

I pulled from the box

old photos; dour faces

staring back at me;

There is not one, a smile; but

just their sad look that graces

 

our new family

seeking ancient history;

For all they will have

is what is left to pass on

in this box of old faces

 

so I pulled it out

and began with my long search

looking for good clues

but learned it was not to be

so easy once I started

 

so I shoved it all

back into the dusty box

where they all remain

together even this day

sealed inside their box coffin

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Footnotes on the above Tanka poems. This story poem is true fiction in the literal sense as I actually have over 30 years of successful family genealogy on my paternal grandfather’s German family from Russia with boxes full of not just photos of ancestors but piles and stacks of documents and many other resources used throughout the years as well as membership into one of the leading German Russian genealogy organizations. So, even though this story is fiction, my own family is not, and has a long heritage of Germans from Russia.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)


Words, Words, I Need More Words

This is my response to The Daily Post, Writers’ Block Party

WORDS, WORDS, I NEED MORE WORDS

When words don’t come

and I wonder why

for all the words

there are. I’ll try

to write until

I’m out of words

and look for more

many more words.

There in this world

are words that be

found richly packed

in books for me,

words that tell

stories you see

so write I shall

forever until

there’s no more words

to write and fill

page after page

of  words written by me.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

‘Connection lost’

This is my response to The Daily Post

 

Whether by distance in virtual miles between when two who cannot come together often to nurture their relationship, or by something that intruded into a friendship causing a riff, there comes a time when one needs to put that one relationship in a ‘holding pattern’, or the pages of history. Use an opportunity to meet new people, build on a new foundation. Find a common interest.  Trying to hang on to, or resuscitate a broken or estranged relationship doesn’t always work.  Some are just not meant to be reestablished. It is better a part of the past, or history remembered in the ‘good old days’ of yesteryear, and keep good thoughts of the one lost. Some relationships are like a season in our life, or a chapter to the book I would call, ‘My Life; all of That and Who therein.’ Sometimes it is just important to start a new page, or chapter where we can begin with a fresh start, and connect with people who can speak into our lives something positive, lasting or not, giving us the opportunity to do the same.  One never can tell just who might come into our lives that makes that one opportunity or chance meeting all the worth while, and we’ve found a friend that accepts us the way we are, loves us where we are at, and encourages and inspires us in a way no one ever has.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Posted July 25, 2014 by Joyce in My Writings, The Daily Post

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Memory on the menu – The Daily Post

These are my thoughts and post for The Daily Post word prompt on Memory on the menu

Memories can be sweet, whether past, or present. They can also be bitter, or left forgotten, hoping not to resurface, or ones hopefully that teach us if a lesson was learned from the experience. They can even be hidden in the recessed corners of our mind.They can serve us well in many ways. I have wonderful memories from my past. But, I have ones too that left an unforgettable bitterness that resonated long after no matter how hard I wanted to forget them. But, the happy memories are the ones I hope to never forget and cheerfully draw on for that moment of sweet reminiscing. They are many, and fortunately they are the ones that make up the biggest percentage of my memory. Memory is more than a basic requirement for our brain to function well. It is the life source for our soul to feel and experience living in a way we hope never to lose as we age. My father died much to early from malignant brain cancer and towards the end of his life he had lost all of his memory and brain function. I do now and will continue to do all I can to keep my own and keep it well.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/memory-menu/

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

The Daily Post: Weekly writing challenge, Student/Teacher

Good writing is not

in perfected form, but in

a corrected form

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Submitted for the http://dailypost.wordpress.com/     Weekly writing challenge,  Student/teacher

The above haiku poem is a lesson I learned when I was a member of the Christian Writers’ Guild years ago and mentored under instructors like Jerry B. Jenkins (author of the New York Times best-selling Left Behind book series and founder of the CWG) whom I admire and respect as a writer. While being mentored by a published author assigned to me I learned that good writing is the result of re-written, revised and re-edited material not just once, but a number of times. And it has paid off considerable times when I have resubmitted pieces to publishers after the first and consecutive rejections. If after the third rejection and re-edited, revised material one might reconsider or re-examine the piece entirely and decide it is worthy of submitting again and again. But, in the process it can make one a better writer and teach perseverance and patience. I think that is the ultimate lesson a writer learns above all.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Dailypost Flash fiction challenge – six word stories

Below is my submission for the Daily Post writing challenge today, so chose to do a Six word story for Flash Fiction today.

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My sling carried words – not stones

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Footnotes: I love the story of David and Goliath in the Old Testament bible so chose to use it for my inspiration for this submission.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

 

Nutritious and healthy: Low Cal Chocolate Blueberry Crepes

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‘Nourishment’ comes in all kinds of presentations, serving size, and tastes. But, a pill? that is not a way I want to take it. I take enough other medications so certainly do not want to get my nutrition from a pill. There is no fun in that. A few years ago when I had put on a lot of excess weight through the years and had tried all kinds of diets, I went on my own weight loss program. No special diet, no special foods, or exercise regimens  or fitness clubs. I bought a Schwinn programmable, recumbent exercise bicycle and took long walks regularly. With the substantial amount of decreased calories and increased exercise I lost a full 100 lbs. over the four-year period. Keeping all of it off is a bit of a challenge and I still like an occasional dessert. But, I don’t make it a daily habit. 

I will share a little low-calorie, nutritious dessert recipe of my own that tastes great, is fun and easy to make. I like to experiment sometimes with recipes and often will alter one a little to cut calories. There are ways to get more nutrition with less of the fat or sugar. Here is my little creation presented and shared in Haiku style. 

I love crepes: all kinds

Chocolate and Blueberries

are my favorite

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Just a bit of rum

and cocoa in the batter

is the secret here.

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Blueberry syrup:

one cup frozen blueberries,

a little corn starch,

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A half cup sugar.

Cook slow, till thick and bubbly.

Top all with cool whip.

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Joyce E. Johnson

 

A tribute to my mother on Mother’s Day

A tribute to my mother


She was a living example of personified grace

impeccably dressed and vain to a degree

with hazel gray eyes and a pleasant face

with hands that worked hard

and had many jobs.

When I was a child, sick or hurting

it was her hands that comforted my brow,

and it was her hands that guided

direction when firmly felt

affirming her place.

And when we were hungry

it was her hands

that prepared great meals

satisfying all, but all wanting more.

With her hands she taught me how to sew

when I didn’t want to learn,

and taught me how to cook and bake.

She taught me to be gracious,

and taught me how to pray,

how to be thankful for my blessings,

for simple gifts, large and small

and how to reach out to those in love

with kindness and a smile

how to be content with things I already had

and share with those who had much less

For all the things she was to me

and for all I learned from her

I thank God for the mother

I honor today.

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Joyce E. Johnson – 2013



Winifred D. Mielke – Mannhalter

September 17, 1917 – July 17, 2009


WHAT? NO ‘DUMMIES’ BOOK FOR WORDPRESS?

‘Wall to Wall’? Funny you should mention that. As I went through my blog and deleted old ‘pages’ this week to make room for new ‘pages’ and posts, it was a frustrating experience once again trying to work out the complex system Word Press has developed for our ‘walls’ or collage of sorts. How does one go about adding new ‘pages’ neatly to the sidebar as a ‘widget’ without getting it all messed up and incorporated wrongly into the above menu? It requires a ‘Dummy’ book for the denser of the dense like me, I guess. 🙂 Well, I got it accomplished the first time around with my first ‘pages’ and an order, somewhat, but the second time around I had to once again begin all over to familiarize myself with the system designed for such an option. So, back to the ‘wall to wall’ look or mood I’m trying to create? Well, just putting up and displaying what pleases my eyes, and accomplishes my goal is all I’m interested in at the moment. Maybe it is not a ‘mood’ that comes into play, but just what interests me, and the fact I just want to keep things updated, post what is new, and draw interest, and readers to my site and display my ‘stuff’. It is all about compelling the curious, interested, and the faithful back to my collage, my wall, my domain. I’ve read a lot of tips, and posts lately on how to make things come together for the completed look, but I am one that likes those ‘Dummies’ books and old style manuals one can pull off a shelf and get into for the nerdy, wordy amateur blogger I am. How does everyone else fair in working through the Word Press system to display their ‘walls’?

By the way, this is a great time for me to thank all those faithful, and new readers and followers to my site. Thank you, all.

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Joyce E. Johnson

The Daily Post Writing Challenge, The Devil is in the Details

I guessed him to be about five feet, eleven inches, with chocolate-brown eyes that drew me in. I could not help but stare. A lock of hair, the color of bronze fell stubbornly over his forehead. A man with skin color like Russian Amber, as if he soaked up the sun at Odessa’s Black Sea Resort Club had me wondering how many women he had trailing in his wake.

His English, although fluent enough to understand left me asking him to repeat things. It was I who was embarrassed, trying to focus on the interview. His ancestry was Russian. His dialect was Ukrainian. And his dark pinstriped suit, impeccable.  At the age of thirty-eight with a PhD in political science and cultural studies from the University of Odessa, Russia, one did not question his credentials or qualifications to the appointment as Consulate of Domestic and Foreign Affairs in Ukraine.

His charm was electrifying, irresistible even to those who disagreed with him, or criticized his work ethics. Could I trust him to advise me? As handsome as he was, his manner refined, polished and practiced I held back.  What was behind that teasing – almost sexy – smile? I was a novice at this kind of business, a thirty-one year old single woman, an American in a foreign country. I was his guest. He was my sponsor.

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Joyce E. Johnson

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