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.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Joy List

scampering through the walled churchyard gardens, led by the children and carrying the baby, and sneaking through the old gate left ajar

chives and intoxicating, floating scent of the sweet Alyssum

making a paper rocket, then an astronaut, then the whole solar system (with some four-year-old help), and taping it all up on the playroom wall

the ghost-shapes of leaves on wet pavement

the baby's gurgled, cooing songs to everything

the scent of wintergreen

a "love you much" from dad

leaving the gym with my dear friend Art, and walking out into the rain together

the tannin of autumn, and the stunning radiance of the sugar maple's leaves at their height of color
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