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My new puppy, Dixie Ann Mallory, will be here soon!

I cannot wait to sing to her.


For Easter Week


“The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.” Psalm 19:1″

Beautiful views from my porch this Easter Week remind me of a song by the artist known in my time as Cat Stevens.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the One Light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day.

Please Help Braxton

Pete and I had a beautiful boy, Daniel, in 1987. Like Braxton, Daniel was born with a chromosome imbalance. Unlike Braxton, Daniel did not live. My heart aches for this family because I know what it’s like to hear those words. At this time of year, I always think of Daniel – yes, even 27 years later. If you can, make a donation to help this family make their boy’s life better. If you do, please consider donating in memory of Daniel Marek Mallory. If you’re not able to make a cash donation, please pray for Braxton and his family. I know about Braxton through a good friend from “home” (New Smyrna Beach). Peace to all. Jeannine

Learning about my new community

Boy, do I feel like crap. I guess 20 years in the mean, rude Tampa Bay area made me mean and rude, too. I’ve learned a big lesson about myself today. BIG LESSON. I need to be quieter and more in the moment.

I moved here to find peace,quiet, harmony, and friendly people. Apparently, I did not bring that energy into my new environment. I’m trying to learn about life and society up here. It’s such a change from the bad Big City. And my words/action are perceived differently here. It’s amazing…the difference. Today, I hurt a young lady’s feelings when I thought I was being kind.

You never know how others will interpret your words or deeds.


Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me.

Is it possible to be in love with a town?

In September, I moved from the big-city evils of St. Petersburg, FL to the most glorious town in the stateWacahoota Road Micanopy 2014 – High Springs. I’d been coming up to visit a dear friend here on her horse farm. I always said, “I’m gonna live up here one day.”

She said, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Well, when my beloved Golden Retriever, Barbara, passed away, I could no longer live in the house where we’d shared so many happy and horrendous memories. I saw her everywhere I looked. I hated to venture out of the house when she was in my life, and with her gone, I became a recluse. Cried and missed my best friend. She had such great times here. I brought her up here when I knew then end was near, and we had the time of our lives. Road trips, running without a leash in green fields, chasing horses, barking at the big TV.

I knew I had to be here. My house sold four days after I signed with the Realtor. I moved here and feel myself unwinding, letting go of the anxiety and sorrow.

Clear rivers and streams for kayaking. Winding country roads that might lead to an endless field of cotton or big rolls of hay to infinity.

I keep waiting for something bad to happen. God, I miss my dog, but I know she’s with me. She would have wanted me to follow my dream. Something about doing that has released the weight in my soul and psyche. I can sleep! I don’t have to keep the TV on as a way to drown out the sirens and traffic.

Are you living your dream? Do you even have one? It doesn’t have to be something as big as moving away. Dreams come in all sizes. Find yours, and pursue it. Then you’ll know the feeling of and joy and empowerment that comes with knowing YOU (and God, and maybe a special four-legged “child”) dreamed it…then achieved it!

Country Living

Today is my one-month anniversary here in the country. It has been 98 percent wonderful, better than expected – but two percent unpleasant.

Boxes still fill my garage. In all my prior moves, I’ve had another person with me. Unpacking can be almost fun when you’re working with someone else. When you’re alone, it’s easy to procrastinate. My new place has two fewer rooms than did my old place, so there’s the problem of finding a home for all my stuff. I’m glad I got rid of things before I left.

I’ve driven miles on country roads, just enjoying the vast expanses of green. And intricately plowed hayfields. Planted pines stand like soldiers in formation. Dirt roads lead to surprises such as a zebra farm, abandoned mansions, and squatters’ camps. I’ve met the friendliest people in the world. I’ve become a hospice volunteer.

It’s been an adventure to poke around antique and thrift stores to find furniture and accessories for my new place since I left my “beachy” furniture with my old house. I’ve even planted some fall flowers to give some color to my front porch and yardette.

I’ve made new friends. I’ve learned new things about old friends. I’m seeing the world through the eyes of a fifth grader who calls me Aunt. I wear the title proudly. We have adventures in the woods, and his eyes light up when he makes a discovery or makes me laugh.

I don’t worry as much. I sleep better.

Still miserable without my dog. And daily, I wonder why I decided to move into a place that has a “no pets” policy. She did more for my mental health than any pill or blue sky. Wondering how I will be as the months turn cold and I have no one to cuddle with, no one to talk to.

I know this is the right place for me. But I also know that Heaven does not exist on earth.

One step closer

I signed the closing docs on my house today. Yay! 

Everything’s on for me to leave Tampa Bay behind on Monday. Can’t wait to see how this “Live your dream” thing works out.