I realized I never shared this nonfiction short work on my blogs about the experience of losing my first love my daughter. Please go to this link: Always In My Heart. In order to read my story and see how I decided not to let this loss define how I lived my life. This may be especially helpful to those dealing with a miscarriage right now in their lives, or for anyone who ever has felt the pain of losing a child. I urge you to read this short work to find some semblance of solace. Know that your rainbow exists, it’s just a little further down your life’s path than you expected.
Wishing you happiness!
Rainbows of Happiness LLC
This week’s photo challenge for the Daily Post asks photographers to show the concept of between whether through objects, people, the actual feeling of feeling torn between decisions etc. Here are a few examples I decided on for the subject of “between” hope you enjoy!
A landscape capture using depth of field to show a tree in the distance between the space in the branches of another tree. The viewer gains more of the surroundings as a result of peering through the space created between the branches.
The love shared between mother and daughter. This bond is eternal and nothing can ever come between them to break this special connection!
I discovered this spider web formed between two tree branches.
Hidden deep between the blades of grass I uncovered this sparkling water droplet resting on a blade of grass. It reflected the light beautifully casting a rainbow colored light on the blade upon which it was sitting. It looked like a jewel resting regally between the vibrant green blades of grass!
This was an interesting addition to the Eiffel Tower when I was in France last month. Hanging between the usually open space was an inflatable tennis ball to advertise the tennis tournament the following week. The inflatable ball was illuminated at night so it could easily be seen from afar.
So there you have it some very different depictions of the challenge of between. What ways can you think you to depict the theme of between?
“I already know what you’re thinking. Who would want a used up, scratched compact with a miniature powdering puff so small. It would take days to apply my cover up! And what do the letters VF on the cover even mean?”
“Well my friends let me recount a little of my history to you and the secrets lying within me, then maybe you’ll come to see that I am in no way ordinary, but in fact extraordinary! That my scratches are part of my charm, and why my cover bears the letters VF upon it.”
“I belonged to a woman named Vera Falvo, those are her initials engraved on my cover. She wasn’t one for fancy, frivolous items which wasted money. For some reason, she was drawn to me upon seeing me in the shop. Back then, my paint was lustrous and the sunlight bounced off my gleaming mirror sending rainbows of color cascading off the surrounding walls. I was quite a stunning sight to behold. The intricate design created on my cover, coupled with the fresh miniature powder puff to apply the powder once contained within were an immediate draw. The additional pocket found on my powder puff was designed for a finger to be slipped inside to apply powder effortlessly! I was quite revolutionary in design for that pre-Depression era.”
“Vera fell in love with me instantly, but being the type of woman who didn’t approve of spending money on herself, she left me at the store, heading home to care for her young children and husband. Money was tight, I was a luxury she could certainly get by without. That night as her family sat around the dinner table, she must have mentioned seeing me in the shop, and her husband must have picked up on the longing in her voice, because the next day I found myself lifted from the display case, carried to the counter by the shop owner, to be shown to a gruff sounding male with blue eyes as bright as the sky. (I knew they matched the sky because I’d seen hints of it from my perch in the shop through the glass storefront window). Then I heard the shopkeeper say,
“Sir if you’d like I could engrave your wife’s initials on the compact’s cover.”
“Why not, she deserves to have something pretty” the blue eyed man responded.
“The next thing I felt was something sharp tearing into my lovely painted cover, but when it stopped I caught a glimpse of myself in the store’s mirror on the countertop and saw I now had the letters VF inscribed on me in beautiful cursive script. Then everything went dark as I was carefully wrapped and packaged.”
“Suddenly my darkness was brightened by the packaging being excitedly torn away and I was staring at the face of the woman who had lovingly held me in her hands, admiring me only a day prior. She gasped with delight at the sight of me, running her fingertips over the newly engraved VF, her initials. Then flung her arms happily around the blue eyed man sitting next to her, watching with pleasure as she unwrapped me.”
“Every day Vera took me out of the box I came in and after inspecting my intricacies, slowly, methodically applied her powder using the specially designed puff. She even put her favorite pink hued lipstick in the lipstick holder that was attached to me and had also been engraved with her initials. Unfortunately, one day all my powder was used up as well as the lipstick. Did Vera discard me like some useless object? No, she kept me out to decorate the surface of her vanity. One day I felt myself lifted up, and carried off to another part of the house. I thought this was it for me, she was going to shove me in a drawer somewhere since I had outlived my purpose. Suddenly, I felt my little powder puff removed as I was laid on a table. Then Vera placed something in the finger pocket of the powder puff, replaced the puff, closed me up, and returned me to my original place on the vanity. What she placed in the pocket of my powder puff let me know she would always treasure me as special to her. I breathed a sigh of relief, and set about watching the decades pass from my perch on the vanity. What was it she placed in my pocket you want to know? Look below in the final picture to see.”
A photo of herself was in the pocket!
A smile is the one universal understood all throughout the world. It symbolizes the same meaning in any language, breaking down barriers and thawing out the chilliest personalities. Smiles are meant to be shared and can be quite infectious. They spread like wildfire throughout a roomful of people!
However every one of us has days when we are down in the dumps and just can’t fathom the ability to muster up even the faintest of grins. This is when we need something or someone to rely on to help us find our spectacular smiles! This object or individual should be your go to source to bring your spirit out of the slump you may have hit and help return world to happiness once more.
My source of happiness that helps to uncover my hidden smile is my cat Kasey. He is twelve years old and I rescued him from the ASPCA at two months old. He is definitely a unique personality! At twelve, he is still as lively as ever! He tears through the house chasing balls, twirling in circles attempting to capture his own tail, and head butts me in the morning insistent about getting treats. He always seems to sense when I am upset, refusing to leave my side, and instead flops down next to me or on me twisting himself upside down and gazing up at me eyes filled with unconditional love. It’s hard to stay sad or not smile at his cute face. He provides the extra dose of attention my soul needs at times to make me forget my worries and bring a mile wide grin to my face. One can’t help but smile as they listen to the contented rhythmic purring emitted from a cat. So when life seems to get me down I always snap my fingers, and Kasey appears within seconds to curl up next to me, a warm fluffy ball of pure heaven! Kasey helps me see that life really isn’t so bad and reminds me not to take myself too seriously! Life is short so enjoy it while you can is the message cats send. Smile, be happy!
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Cat in a Suitcase!
How many of you have had this happen? You are all set to start packing for a wonderful, well deserved vacation. You have made your list of clothes to pack and are all prepared to begin the arduous process of packing. You have all your vacation clothes neatly packed so they can be easily placed into the suitcase when you realize the suitcase is already occupied! By your darling cat who refuses to move because he does not want you to leave! It’s impossible to argue with him as he glares up at you, tail thumping angrily against the inside of the suitcase and emitting a deep throated noise that is quite scary. No, it is better to place your clothes to the side and go about doing something else in hopes that he will vacate the suitcase in order for you to pack. Cats are such territorial animals and each sees to embody a unique personality all their own. I know that’s the case with my cat Kasey. Now twelve years old and VERY set in his ways, it’s futile to get him to do something he doesn’t wish to do at times! He can also be the sweetest, most loving cat you’ll ever meet, as long as you don’t attempt to remove him from his comfortable home that is! 🙂
Jaime and I in kindergarten!
I met my best friend Jaime over thirty years ago on the first day of kindergarten! I had been worried about making new friends on my first day of school so I had asked my mother how I should make friends. She told me to simply be a friendly person and go up to other children saying, “Hi my name is Jennifer, do you want to be friends?”
Being five, I took her words very literally, and when I entered school on that first day of kindergarten, I approached a tiny fellow classmate with the longest hair I had ever seen and said those exact words my mother had instructed me to say in hopes she would be my new friend. It worked! My mom was right! Alli had to do to make friends was to be friendly and smile! Little did I know that introducing myself to this long haired little girl was the best thing I could have done! We became best friends immediately and still are to this very day!
I believe the reason Jaime and I are still best friends today despite living in separate states, is because we have always been there for one another. As children our relationship stayed strong because we always got along, liked similar things, yet we didn’t have the exact same personality. We were different just enough, that it allowed us to revel in each other’s uniqueness, bringing out the best in one another. Jaime is a talented artist, I can’t draw to save my life! I loved reading constantly, which has helped me to become a detailed writer. We both love animals, rainbows, dragonflies and butterflies, and taking photographs. As the years passed, our friendship moved beyond the realm of being best friends, and we became like family. We still refer to each other’s mothers as “mom #2”. We have never fought over anything, and continue to this day to discover new dynamics in our friendship.
Our friendship has been strengthened over the years due to a mutual respect for one another. We support each other in all we do, cheering each other on, applauding achievements accomplished, consoling the other when life throws us an unexpected curveball that results in sad outcomes, and even if we have been apart for long periods of time, we are able to pick up right where we last left off! We stay in touch through texts, use the various social media platforms to stay abreast of what is happening in each other’s lives, and take turns writing handwritten letters that we mail (so rare in this technology driven world) to each other. The reason we are able to still be best friends, despite living in separate states is we take the time to care about what is happening in each other’s lives! That is the key to keeping a lasting friendship going.
Some of you may know the rhyme “Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the others gold”, well Jaime is my golden friend for life!
Jaime and I on the last day of high school!
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A perfect circle or “halo” rainbow with sun and rays in the dead center to enhance it!
Being one extremely interested in rainbows and their meanings, I had read some time ago that rainbow arcs we usually see in the sky are actually part of a rainbow. A rainbow is actually a circle! Well this was a new one on me! Then yesterday as I photographed the sun around noonish, I noticed rainbow colors slightly above the sun’s extended rays. I stepped back to attempt to capture it and that’s when I realized I was staring at a humongous circle rainbow with the sun dead in the center of it! I kept backing up trying to captured this rare phenomenon, for me at least it was, all the while staring awe- struck at the sheer size of it! It was directly over my house and backyard!
This shows the sheer size of the halo rainbow before I started backing up to capture it all!
Later I went in to review my photos and was thrilled to have captured this magical work of nature fully in several photos. Being the type of person who has to know the meaning/symbolism behind occurrences, I looked up circle rainbows. I loved the name “halo” rainbow because it seems to symbolize angels and to me this halo rainbow symbolized the uniting of all the many people my families have lost coming together as one to tell me they are okay up there! It made my heart and soul feel warm and happy to make this connection.
I tried to capture different angles of the sun in the halo rainbow.
Now of course I know that these rare rainbows are created from ice crystals being hit by sunlight, but as I go out several times a day every day to photograph the natural world around me, why haven’t I seen one sooner? Why was it that when I was feeling extremely low in my life and had beseechingly been asking for a rainbow the day prior that all of a sudden out of the blue, I get to witness the most amazing type of rainbow imaginable? Someone up there knew I was in need of a special sign. This rainbow was it. I spent the rest of the day floating on air feeling so much better about life! I see this rainbow as a magnificent gift from above! Think what you will about its sudden appearance, but for me it came at a time I needed it the most!
See the rainbow colors running along the top of this circle rainbow?
Here the sun even looks like a star in the center!
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My first memories I have of my first home conjure up images of well-worn hardwood floors, a cushioned chair in the shade of goldish-yellow with sturdy arm rests made of wood, a small tv set in a deep brown colored tv stand that also held books an either side, and long filmy curtains in the windows. I was two and we lived in an apartment on the second floor of a two story home. The building was owned by my grandfather.
My first home was full of life. There was me, a noisy two year old running around in shoes that echoed off of the hardwood floors, followed closely by my constant companion, our German Shepherd named Columbo, whose nails clicked and clacked on the hardwood. I couldn’t say his name correct, being only two so I settled for calling him “Bumbo” instead. There were cousins, family members, and friends coming and going in that little apartment. My dad would come home from work to crawl all over the hardwood floors with me riding proudly upon his back. Meanwhile my mom would be cooking or baking something delicious that would waft enticingly from the kitchen.
I remember the metal radiators, snake like in their coils, how they emitted such warmth throughout the little apartment. It was always nice and cozy there! I also remember the smell of the wood vanish used to clean the hardwood floors. How it seemed to take forever for it to dry, keeping me and “Bumbo” off the floors and interrupting our games of imagination.
That apartment is still around and still owned by my family. A testament to time standing still somewhat.
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