Jennifer K. Jordan Blog

Recently, while I looked at my print of Van Gogh’s  Twelve Sunflowers in a Vase , I realized that I was like that bouquet. It’s hung in my home for many years, but I saw it in a new way. I noticed that one of the flowers droops down. Another tilts down partway. Some look straight out at the viewer, and several stand tall in the vase. My shortcomings are my flower parts that droop down. They include my tendency to overdo and get unrealistically fearful. When I do either of these behaviors, I feel down, and my mood symbolically drops. Other traits trouble me sometimes, such as depriving myself of items. One of my life lessons is to give myself the best to the degree that it’s financially manageable, and to know that I am worth it. The parts of me that stare straight out to the world are my typical traits of being friendly, disciplined, and committed to lifelong growth and learning. The flowers within me that stand up the most are my greatest assets, such as my communication skills, c...

The precious child, so fragile and tiny. The tiny bones are like a miniature glass animal. Knock it over – CRASH! – and it breaks. All precious children break in some way. Can they be put back together? Some never are, but others heal with the glue of supportive friends, healing modalities, and the power of a loving God. Most precious children grow up to be in a big body, and their tiny self resides within their heart. They go forth together. Both precious, forevermore.   Image – https://openclipart.org/detail/311278/jumping-child-silhouette  

  When I as a child, one of my family’s Easter traditions was for my brother and I to look for the “Golden Egg.” We first looked for eggs to fill our Easter baskets, and then the hunt was on for the biggest treasure – the Golden Egg. What would be inside? Chocolates? See’s Candy? A chocolate bunny? It was always a mystery what the Easter bunny, also known as, mom and dad, hid. One morning, when I found it, the egg was hidden in the washer’s cooling vent that opened outside and had a tiny covering where the treasure lay. My gift? Five dollars! In the early 1970s, $5 was a good amount of money for a child. It’s equivalent to about $37 in 2023. It felt like a fortune to me. I don’t remember what I did with the money, but I remember the fun of looking for it and my surprise and delight when I found it. I still remember what I was wearing - white jeans with a short-sleeved pastel pink shirt with flowers on the front. After the treasure hunt, my family went to Disneyland in our new, ye...