A Brief Introduction


When I made the decision to relocate from the Midwest to the Pacific Northwest, I knew that I would be starting over in many respects, and I considered how I might find the right communities, and the like-minded people I would want to share life with. Being an open, friendly person, I do make friends easily, but of course doing that across thousands of miles, and finding just the right place to land from that distance, limits options a little.

After a little thought, I hit upon the idea that I should create a personal web portal for anyone who might be interested in me as a potential housemate, friend, thrifting buddy, windsurfing enthusiast, hiking pal, kindred spirit or workout partner.

'The Gratitude Chronicles' is intended, above all else, to transform strangers into friends, and it means to introduce me, Jorie Jenkins, as a human being, highlighting a bit of what I've been doing for the past 38 years. With this blog I intend to give people from far away a sense of my lifestyle, my thoughts on being, my philosophies, my random observations of the world, and my tendencies as a creative entity.

Unless specified, all photos, images and writings have been, in one form or another, created or channeled by me. If you'd like to learn even more about my creative work in particular, please visit my art and writing site at feathabees.blogspot.com.

As you read, in the right margin you'll see images and anecdotes that better define who I am and what I'm all about. If you're trolling this blog considering me as a potential tenant or housemate, please be sure to scroll all the way to the bottom, where you'll find photos of my current and former living spaces... Just to make it easier for you to find the right person.

Friday, October 21, 2011

A Joy List: Late October 2011

the steam rising off the steeping tea

fireworks that resemble Dandelions gone to seed

yellow leaves with blue sky behind them

Lenticular clouds

the way the old dog brushes her paw over her long dark nose

watching the candle asking the shadows on the wall to dance

the graceful, prickly arms of brittle stars

the piece of coral that Alex brought back for me from the mangroves of Darwin, Australia

the pouring rush of endorphins that laugh down your spine when you recline in bed

finding a perfect feather molted by a bird

the sigh of summer leaves as wind combs through them

imagining what the goldfish is saying to me

the last few lines of 'Waiting for Godot'

quoting lines from 'Star Wars' "TK-421 Why aren't you at your post?!"

freestyle midair dirt bike tricks

the rainbows that form at the bottom of waterfalls

the piercing, stark eye of the Great Blue Heron

old jeans with blown out knees

the way your scalp feels when someone else brushes your hair

watching fellow ants touch antennae as they meet and pass by one another

kicking through dry autumn leaves in flip flops

snail trails

raindrops plunking hard on the roof of the car

toe socks in ridiculous colors

making up nonsense phrases from the license plate on the car in front of me (for example: 'FUQ' becomes 'faulty underwear quandary'

feeling sweat break out on my shoulders and temples as I run

perfectly shaped wet (bare) footprints across a floor

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