29 Sep 2019
by Joyce
in freedom, random thoughts, Uncategorized, words, world
Tags: audacity, blessings, breathing, contentment, inspiration
I have music in my universe. Worldly music in mundane moments. Driving in the car, I hear the song of the wind through the windows. From my front door I hear the music of a train in the distance; it’s brakes singing a song of lonely longing and hopeful sighs.
I hear the power of leaves rushing in the wind, and the percussion rattle of acorns falling onto the ground.
Music…birds whistling from the cattails in our swamp, little frogs chorusing, bats whisking; tree to tree, rain dropping into grass, car tires swishing on wet pavement.
My musical universe wraps around my soul, brings me peace, brings silence to my heart.
01 Jan 2017
by Joyce
in family, freedom, history, new year, random thoughts
Tags: communication, family, friends, inspiration, life, women
Lately my words have failed me, not because I have nothing to say, but because when I sit down to write my thought, my mind wanders.
The concept of Auld Lang Syne for instance. Recently I reconnected with a friend from my distant past. Distant past! From two or three lifetimes ago. Sue was a woman that I spent countless hours with in my youth. We talked, we exercised, we had babies, we ate, we commiserated, we loved one another. Life and I think the need of both of us to remove our selves to new worlds interfered. We both moved, we both divorced, we both remarried, I divorced again, and had another daughter. We lost our connection.
When I finally found her on Facebook I was hesitant to reach out, would she remember me? It had been over thirty years, all four of our children were grown, we were now grandmothers, no longer those immortal children of our early twenties.
We both had continued to live, both to grow, both to love, and had new friends, new lives, far apart from one another, in years, life styles, and distance.
But I messaged her, and waited, for about a week. I was a tad anxious, would she still want to know me?
And then her message came. And then a phone call. and we laughed, we chatted. I cried a bit on my side, so happy to hear from that beautiful friend. I admit to stalking her Facebook page whilst I waited, and I was so relieved to know that her infectious smile was still the same. And now we are making plans to spend a weekend reconnecting.
So what is the point of this ramble? Although lifetimes pass, and we make new and beloved friends, create new families, new adventures, we can go home. And our home always lives in our hearts.
Happy new year to my friends, new and old. I love you all!
21 Dec 2016
by Joyce
in angels, Beginnings, change, family, new year
Tags: family, inspiration, life, love, sisters, winter solstice, women
My sister Cheri was born a some decades ago on a stormy solstice night. My mother once told me that her middle name was Gale because she blew into the window during a snow storm. She is a storm, of goodness, and heart, and compassion. The Solstice is the perfect time for her to be born.
A Solstice celebration is one of a new beginning, of letting in the opportunity for longer days, more sunlight, perhaps healing, perhaps joy.
My sister is that, she opens her heart to joy, to the opportunity of hope.
I admire her, I love her. Happy Birthday Cheri, I am glad you are in the world.
15 Apr 2016
by Joyce
in breathing, change, daydreams, gypsies, palm reading, planning, Uncategorized
Tags: 225 water street, Bachorlette Parties, breathing, dreaming, inspiration, jordan, Mind Body Spirit, palm reading, Palmist, special events, spiritual, St Cloud, TillyEvanJones, women
After a self imposed hiatus from reading palms, I am so happy to announce that I am once more checking out your lines, helping you understand your destiny, and just having fun with people I enjoy. Although I am not as glamorous as Ms.Monroe in the picture, I promise you an interesting time!
Currently you can see my schedule at Mind Body Spirit in St Cloud, and schedule a reading there for your convenience. I will post continuing updates with new venues, and offers.
Otherwise, I am available for private parties, (I love Bachorlette Parties) and private readings.
Your destiny, your life is in the palm of your hands.
25 Mar 2016
by Joyce
in family, Uncategorized
Tags: birthday, family, inspiration, sons, special events, spiritual
Happy Birthday to our Devon. The Man who builds all, takes care of multitudes, Is an amazing father to Da Boys, and a wonderful husband and best friend to our 
daughter Maggie.
Devon, I met you when you were a boy, still baby face fresh in high school. You drove about that whatever type of car it was with pride, worked hard, and proved to be a kind, and thoughtful man. Your good cheer is always contagious, and your concern for all evident.
You have always helped me, spending countless hours fixing my cars, sheet rocking our Lakeville kitchen while you were still in high school, and oh what a wonderful gift that was to return home to. You treat all of us like queens and kings. You are a king yourself!
You still work hard, and with purpose, at your job, in your home, and at being a good man, husband, and father. I admire you, I love you, I honor you. Always be who you are Mr. Wonderful! Happy Happy Day! Happy Happy Life!!!
01 Feb 2016
by Joyce
in breathing, gypsies, Second Saturday, Uncategorized
Tags: 225 water street, child, inspiration, jordan, sisters, special events, spiritual, women
A place to visit in Jordan, MN. A wonderful shop, owned and managed by a wonderful woman, my friend Mara! 225 Water Street
The Shop is Open! The Shop is Open!
Source: Saturday Shop
08 Dec 2014
by Joyce
in change, daydreams, freedom, gypsies, People I Know, random thoughts
Tags: breathing, dreaming, freedom, inspiration, spiritual, women
A comment to John the other day. “My favorite people are really weird!” It is true. With other souls who have a skewered outlook on living I am the most comfortable, the most at home.
11 Oct 2014
by Joyce
in angels, breathing, change, clouds, daydreams, family, gypsies, little girl, mother, passing, random thoughts, Uncategorized, words
Tags: dreaming, family, inspiration, mother, sisters, spiritual
Our Mother, Dorothy, was born this day.
Happy Birthday Mom. So many miss and love you.
Mom’s 80th, still young.
I know our niece Shelly thinks of you every day, I believe she misses you the most. 
Cheri starts grieving about this time of year. but I know you are with her holding her hand. Sandi Kaye has a broken heart. Sandy B I think has trouble believing you are gone, Dee is lonely for you, Richard just plain misses you and Steve grieves in his quiet fashion. I think our Linda is overjoyed that you are in Heaven with her, causing mayhem and hilarity. Me, I am still befuddled, finally getting to know you now that you are gone.
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our daughters and sons, your grandchildren, your greats and your great greats, all miss you.
If you had been allowed, you might have been a hell raiser, in a good way. You always had a hidden talent for mischief, and a glint in your eye. I’m amazed the glint didn’t vanish after the life you lead as a youth, farmed out to an older husband at 16, lonely and isolated in the middle of nowhere Iowa, no amenities, just hard work and babies. Your resilience was something else again, candling eggs, working in a nursing home, a bar, learning to make money and support your children when Dad passed. I remember your learning to drive a car, you were determined as you headed into the ditch, but stopped in time. Your red-headed Irish temper flared just a bit right then.
To this day I feel a surge of delight when I see make up samples, your days as an Avon rep have stayed with me always, with your blue case of wonders.
You sure knew how to love your man, and you deserved more love than you might have received. But you had moments of glory and happiness.
I imagine you, with Linda, our sister, your daughter. You have both reconciled, you are fantastic evolved beings. I imagine you in a rocker, with a fluffy white kitten on your lap, or laying in the sun, turning a lovely copper.
I love and live for the sunshine. You taught your children that. Some cold days I turn my face to the sun and feel your warmth in my soul. I imagine you are always in the warmth of glory these days. You deserve to be, you deserve to rest.
04 Jul 2014
by Joyce
in Beginnings, breathing, change, daydreams, family, freedom, gypsies, history, mother, old west, planning, random thoughts, stories, witness, world
Tags: breathing, change, clouds, Coming to America, dreaming, family, freedom, inspiration, people, sisters, world
children of the poor
Yesterday I watched a news story. Women and children are coming to our boarders, believing that they will find freedom. Believing in the American Dream; met at the border by rich US citizens, turned away, screamed at, disregarded as people. We furiously protect what we have, forgetting where we got it!
Trail of Tears
We forget that our ancestors came from other countries; pushing out the native people who lived here. In many cases with genocide.
We forget that our ancestors came, and lived in hovels, worked, scraped, struggled. So that they could have the American Dream. We forget that they were scorned and terrorized, yet kept coming. 
We forget where we came from.
This is not a treatise on immigration policy, I am not smart enough for that. This is a call for understanding and love, for a return to our basic values of liberty and justice for all. What are the words?
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
This is how most of us arrived here. My great grandparents from Prussia and England with little, working their way here to the Midwest, coming to dream.
Today, everyday, remember and honor.
19 May 2014
by Joyce
in angels, breathing, change, clouds, daydreams, Fairy Tales, gypsies, mosaic, mother, rain, random thoughts, spring, spring reflective, stories, witness
Tags: breathing, dreaming, fairies, inspiration, spiritual, spring
On this rainy spring morning I can imagine little fairies cozened up in their homes with feet up on pin cushions, settled in, covered with downy quilts. Tea steaming in little cups, staying dry, and dreaming of the sun.
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