My Traveling Shoes

Done found myself a new pair of travelin' shoes to wear on this leg of my journey. Handmade to fit and suit me just right, supportin' and comfortin' me each step of the way.They are wild and colorful as I chose them to be, they suit my personality.
I've traveled so many miles in shoes that someone else bought for me, plain, poorly fitted, worn, second hand, hand me downs. Ohh, they hurt my feet and took me places that I didn't need to go, places that I didn't want to go. For many years I put them on. I was told it was my duty, but my heart was heavy and my cares so many.
Done found myself a new pair of travelin' shoes to wear on this leg of my journey. Handmade to fit and suit me just right, supportin' and comfortin' me each step of the way.They are wild and colorful as I chose them to be, they suit my personality. I bought these shoes. I own these shoes. They are mine.
by Jeanne leigh...copyrighted...2007


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Saturday, June 26, 2010

Good Place to Start


I'm learning to play the ukulele, had it for about a year but haven't played it as much as I'd hoped. I am seeking to spend more time with it and began writing this little tune. Thought I'd share the words with you now and hopefully by the end of summer get a video of me singing it. Hope you like it. Thanks


I want to live my life from my heart
Seems like a good place to start
I want to live it true
Like Rumi said, "The Beauty you love
Let it be what you do."


Some days they seem so dark
Other days are quite sublime
As far as I can tell
It's a sacred thing
This passing of time


The joys come and the sorrows go
Then the sorrows come and the joys go
Life is just this kind of ebb and flow


Let it go
Let it go
Let it go


We're all walking down this crazy road
Sometimes with a heavy load
Lessons to learn
Bridges to build
And Bridges to burn


Its a complicated life
Time to simplify
Hold on to what is real
Let go of what is not
Just let it fly
Just say good-bye.....


The joys come and the sorrows go
Then the sorrows come and the joys go
Life is just this kind of ebb and flow


Let it go
Let it go
Let it go


By- jeanne denton



Monday, June 7, 2010

Seeking to BE at peace and to LIVE simply

For 20 years I lived as a minimalist. From the age of 20 to 40 I was part of an intentional community/Christian ministry where we did not own much of anything. The money we made in our businesses was pooled to care for us all and to support our programs to feed the poor and provide shelter for homeless women and children. We also had various other ministries. We were provided for in a very simplistic manner. Didn't own anything really. We had room and board and clothes and enough personal belongings to fill one large room. Birthdays and Anniversaries we were allowed 30.00 for a gift. Christmas was another amazingly small amount to spend on each family member. Our meals were cafeteria style. It was a life we felt called to. It was a life that was meaningful. I was happy with such a little amount. My life was not about things or money.
 We left that ministry about 20 years ago. Our life has not been about money or things this past 20 years either, but we have made money and paid bills and accumulated a certain amount of things. Many of these things we don't really need. Now we are coming back  to a place of wanting to return to a more minimalistic life. This time it will be done on our terms. So, we are working on getting rid of all that we can do without. Our instruments, computers, TV and such will stay. WE are down to one car again, but have some work to do to get down where we want to be concerning our other material possessions.

I've been reading about these tiny houses or small houses and really like the idea. We live in a parsonage now but we are heading towards our time of retirement. A small house would be all we'd need. We'll see. I guess I'm just seeking to simplify my life all the way around. Peace, JLD

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Written in 1991 - Jeanne Denton


It was the body of unforgiveness I carried with me. Visions of an enshrouded corpse, the smell of death permeated my every step. It was a heavy burden to carry, but it had been with me so long I didn't know it was there. A paradox of vision, duplicity of soul, obscured identity, beneath the agony of this load. My muscles were taut, always working to carry it. It was not strange.

And yet, ond day as God began to touch this body of death, pain began to appear. Life began to flow into this corpse, once forgotten, and then I became aware that I was carrying this wounded person. The load was unbearable. I hated it. Each movement hurt. I cried to be delivered from this burden so great.

Each step forward into God's light, God's truth, each memory remembered, forgiven, the wounds began to heal. That part of myself that was lost, has begun to find it's way. We are walking side by side. Sometimes limping, leaning, we must stop to rest. I must love and nurture what I once fled.

I found this recently as I went through some old papers of mine. Yes, I wrote this about 19 years ago and I am happy to say that we are no longer side by side but one. I now continue to nurture those parts of myself that become evident as time passes. It is certainly a life long process but OHHH what a wonderful gift to be healing and growing as God's child. I pray this for each and every one of you. Peace, Jeanne