Tag Archives: faith

Healthy Relationships: Real or Fiction?

Standard
Healthy Relationships: Real or Fiction?

What do you think? Are healthy relationships a myth, an ideal, or achievable?

What ARE healthy relationships, anyway?

No decent novel anywhere–ever–features a protagonist with ideal relationships. Think of it. How many of us would have continued reading if Elizabeth Bennet reserved judgement and Darcy began in humility? Or if Pip and Estella spent their lives together in wedded bliss?

We all have drama. It plays with our souls, hinders us from our goals, and leaves us feeling like life is just a series of paying tolls.

(yes, silly rhyme intended)

At some point, though, we get to the point in our lives–just as in fiction–that conflict and drama forces our character to develop. We need to face our internal antagonist. Reckon with the bastard. Make the tough choice.

That point is our “Come to Jesus” point. That is when we realize our failures, internal and external, and take responsibility for them. Either we flail, wither and die, or seize the power of God to buoy us in our weakness and rise up to take the required heroic action.

Okay, you say, personal redemption. But what does that have to do with healthy relationships?

Everything, I say.

Because we simply can’t truly love until we recognize our own vulnerabilities, weaknesses and failures, take responsibility for them, and get the help we need to press forward, to develop, mature and live in humility and respect. We can’t expect healthy relationships with anyone until we develop a healthy relationship with ourselves. And a healthy relationship with ourselves is a humble one, in which the Higher Power is the One that loves, that forgives, that empowers. At least that’s the only way I’ve ever found. Maybe you have another experience?

Healthy relationships are real, but they are not always ideal. We don’t always get to see them in action, because they’re far more boring than novels and movies. They are the relationships that provide a listening ear, a loving massage for sore muscles, a meal for a hungry stomach at the end of an ordinary day, and help with the dishes. They also talk through their conflicts and commit to finding acceptable compromises and mutual support. They bear with one another, sometimes for years on end, believing and hoping and praying for what’s needed. Sometimes they never see it come to fruition, but they grow to love one another even more through it. But sometimes they part ways with irreconcilable differences and needs.

Wait, what?

Yes. Sometimes the healthiest choice for a relationship is distance. Maybe for a time, maybe for good. Because sometimes the conflict is just too difficult to resolve. Healthy relationships don’t force compatibility where there is none. They learn to accept and respect their differences, but choose to put away the practice of rubbing one another’s wounds with abrasive expectation that they meet one another’s idea of what they should be, or need them, to be.

Tell us. Does any of this resonate with you? Have you ended up choosing distance in a relationship that just didn’t work well? Have you learned to resolve conflict and mend an unhealthy relationship? Did years of separation from a loved one result in mutual growth and reconnection? Has God buoyed your flailing spirit and carried you into a healthier relationship with yourself? Share it here in the comments, please do! Or link to where you’ve blogged about such an experience so we can go read it on your spot.

If you need a little help getting started or progressing on the journey (and who doesn’t), click here for a guided journal, and let us know how it helped.

Now it’s your turn:

Advertisement

Creating QR Codes for FREE!

Standard
Creating QR Codes for FREE!

Did you know you can create your own QR code without having to purchase it? Totally. Free.

At first search, it seems everyone wants to sell you one, which is absolutely not necessary! Now, if you need an ISBN for your product, that will cost you, but for QR codes, there is no required purchase. It is easy to do yourself, and it only takes a few minutes. With a free (or inexpensive) account with Canva.com, start on the left side bar and scan down to apps, and search by entering QR code generator. Choose the free one that pops up. It leads you through the steps, asking the web address you want the code to take people to, and then it creates it for you. Bam! There it is! Canva saves it for you, and all you have to do is choose download to save it to your computer or phone. Then you can paste it like a picture, wherever you want!

I made one for my recent release and also for one to lead readers to my blog. They really came in handy for posting on social media and also on posters, cards and bookmarks for events like book signings and such.

Just thought I’d share this with you, my readers, because so many of you are writing, too. Here’s a sample of how I used mine. Check it out with your phone cam and see if it works!

Happy reading and writing!

With the Power to Love,

Joan T. Warren

New QR Code for My Road to Recovery

Standard
New QR Code for My Road to Recovery

Have you been using Canva? I absolutely love it! Not only did I use it to create my book cover, graphics and related marketing materials, but just created my own QR Code to link you to the book page on Amazon! Check it out and let me know if it works, and tell me what you’ve been doing on canva.com too!

My Road to Recovery: A 12-Week Guided Journal for Inner Healing

Standard
My Road to Recovery: A 12-Week Guided Journal for Inner Healing

The first of many upcoming publications by yours truly is now up and published on Amazon!

Celebrate with me by comments on the post. Tell me if you like to journal and why. Tell me if you have experienced inner healing and how it worked for you. Tell me if you’re hurting and really need something like this. Just tell me what’s on your mind! I love hearing from you. Some of you have been following me for nearly ten years! I’d love to hear from you.

You might be surprised that you swallowed lies (false beliefs) about yourself before you were even old enough to process your emotions. Maybe someone in your life said negative, hurtful things about you that you heard so many times you believed them. Is it too late to change all of that brain wiring?

My answer of course, is a resounding “NO!” It’s never to late to exchange a lie for the truth.

Trust issues, secret resentments, low self-esteem, panic episodes, false guilt, emotional neediness–these and many other problems often result from emotional wounds we carry from the past. Can’t just shrug them off? Millions joined the #metoo movement, and countless others have #trauma and #ptsd they’re seeking to resolve. If you or someone you know is ready to heal from the inside out, this journal is perfect! Created with respect to the unique individual’s process, this journal provides a lesson, reflection and goal-setting page for each week, as well as affirmations and prompts for 7+ journal pages per week. It is designed to help create a safer place inside oneself, and gradually facilitate deepening reflections, replacing:

  • anguish with comfort
  • false guilt or shame with love 
  • ​​​​unhelpful or painful beliefs about the self with helpful and positive beliefs about the self

Spend some time writing in this journal at least 5 of 7 days for the next 12 weeks. You’re bound for progress on your road to recovery!

Click here to read more and/or purchase on Amazon.com!

Thank you so much!

Yours truly,

Joan T. Warren

New! Author page on instagram


Publishing (A First-Timer’s View) in 19 Easy-ish Steps (LOL)

Standard
Publishing (A First-Timer’s View) in 19 Easy-ish Steps (LOL)

As my faithful readers know, my forthcoming novel, A Bent Tree Path, is taking a long time (understatement of the century) to prepare! It’s with beta readers now, and I recently finished the cover (stay tuned). So, just to delay things a bit more, I decided to take a side trip. I created a guided journal for inner healing, partly because it will be a great accompaniment to the novel–which is sure to stir up all your deep-seated emotions and make you want to not only cry but also get healing for yourself–and partly to gain experience publishing on Amazon KDP with a smaller piece. Here’s a brief view of how things went the last few weeks:

  1. I opened an account at Canva.com
  2. I created the document pages, playing with Canva’s cool text boxes, graphics and such. Fun!
  3. I downloaded the document as a pdf with bleed and flattening
  4. I opened a free account with Amazon KDP, navigated to Bookshelf and clicked Create.
  5. Once I read through options and uploaded the book pdf file, I received their template for dimensions and layout of the cover.
  6. I went back to canva.com and created the book cover design by uploading the KDP template, placing pictures (used the free resize option found in my existing software to increase pixels!) and text in the right places, and then deleting the template from the design.
  7. I downloaded the cover, saving it in as a pdf with bleed and flattening.
  8. Once uploading this to KDP, they generate a preview. I waited, filed my nails, got a drink of water. . .
  9. Voila! It showed up. I previewed it, making sure everything lined up within the margins. Yup.
  10. I ordered a proof copy and waited some more. This was excrutiating; like 5 days.
  11. I excitedly opened the box (see video of this momentous occasion in my last post)
  12. Then I went back to step one and made corrections, repeating the process until I was happy enough to “SUBMIT”
  13. Then I waited again.
  14. Oops, KDP said 36 hours later, your journal is a low-content book, not a mid-content book, because it has lines for the reader to fill in.
  15. “No!” I said in an email reply. “I put a lot of effort into the content! I didn’t just post lined paper. This is good stuff! Life-changing stuff! Did you read it or just let a computer decide?” (Okay, I didn’t exactly say it like that)
  16. Then, realizing it was a NO REPLY sort of email, I swallowed my pride and went back to step 6, choosing “low-content book” instead, which meant adding my own ISBN and barcode (which is available at bowkers.com) to the right spot on the back cover, downloaded the new cover, and resubmitted it on KDP.
  17. Again, waiting. It is in draft form, waiting for approval by Amazon machines/people–who knows?
  18. I checked it three, maybe four times a day, and decided to blog this little ditty while I wait (yes, I am still waiting as I write)
  19. And of course I’m researching more on marketing, author page, and other fun options Amazon offers and checking out beta readers at Scribophile.com

I’ll post again as soon as that book, My Road to Recovery, A 12-Week Guided Journal for Inner Healing, is approved! And I assure you, even though there are lines to fill in, because what good journal doesn’t have lines to fill in, it is not low-content. It is content that I’ve lived. It is content I’ve practiced with others. It is content that is therapist-approved. It is easy to read, and, unlike many other how-to books, it doesn’t repeat itself every other page. Those books, you know, the ones that tell you the same thing over and over again, and by the time you’re half-way through, you realize there’s no point in finishing it because you got the point on the first page? Yeah, those should be low-content books. This one is concise, reader-friendly, and oh-so helpful for anyone who is hurting inside and doesn’t quite know why. Or for anyone who knows why, like the #metoo experience, but doesn’t quite know how to work through all the pain. Because recovery isn’t just about knee surgery and addiction. Recovery is about getting back what someone else took or damaged. And that, my friends, is entirely possible. Especially if you have the Power of Love in your life, and especially if you get, and read and journal through, this book. (Sorry, had to get the plug in).

By the way, if you’d like to be a beta reader for parts of The Bent Tree Path, either comment on this post or email me. I’ll do swap beta reading for you too. I’m at jtwHeart2Heart@yahoo.com. Please don’t spam me. It will only annoy me and detract from my precious time creating books for the world. I won’t send money for your dear Aunt Sally or help you transfer your billions of dollars from India. I won’t even click to see why you sent me that video you think has me in it. Sorry not sorry.

With all my heart!

Joan T. Warren

P.S. My publishing company is getting a website, too. It’s not finished as of today, but will soon be another way we’ll share health with the world. It’s called A Book to Grow On, LLC. Let me know if you find it in WordPress!

Serenity Prayer 2.0

Standard
  • A little update to the old standby, this prayer spilled from my heart one day. I pulled over to jot it down. Here it is, in case you might need it too.

Lord,

Grant me the serenity to accept reality and face it head-on with you,

the courage to do what is right,
the faith to let go of what is not mine to do,
and the wisdom to see which is which. . . and when.

Grant me the power to love beyond my personal triggers,
the patience to respond supportively when others are venting and reacting,
the perspective to see when it is time to draw a line,
and the fortitude to let my yes mean yes and my no mean no.

I thank You for your everlasting kindness and the apt and ample supply of your Holy Spirit, that we may indeed have those things we ask for in faith.
Amen.

Audio version, click for my podcast link here: JOAN T WARREN PODCAST SERENITY 2.0

Hang on. Or, Let go.

Standard

image
 

Walking out from yoga class tonight, I stopped. A beautiful clutch of autumn leaves held on, unashamed to be the last among all that was gray and dismal.

It is January, in North Florida.

 

I thought of all the times that I’ve heard people say, “Hang on. . . just hang on.”
 
I thought of all the times I’ve heard people say, “Let go. . . just let go and let God.”
 
I thought about how many times it’s been good to hold on, and how many times it’s been good to let go.
 
I thought about the years I struggled, trying so hard to hold on, or trying so hard to let go. Because they said so.
 
Now, at peace. . . with letting go. . . with holding on. At peace with wherever a person is in that process.
 
When it is time to let go, you will know it, and you will be able to let go. When is time for you to hold on, you will know it, and you will be able to hold on.

So hold on, or let go.

Namaste,  salmon leaves of January.

Namaste, Tree Maker.

Namaste, friends.

©Joan T. Warren

Passing

Standard

Untimely for we who stay,

Torn in sore lament–

Time and distance

Ne’er to be breached again;

Not from our doing.

Resigned unto eternity

Or waiting to be joined again Read the rest of this entry

Are you akin to kindness?

Standard

It’s not news; as far as history traces our interactions, we humans have had troubles with one another. We get ourselves tied in knots worrying about the latest news: a new terrorist group here, a gang murder there, racist violence and religious discord– just about everywhere. So-called civilized or savage, we are humans, and we have too often let our worst sides get the best of us.

I heard once that for every negative statement we give to another, that person needs at least ten positives to recover! I don’t know how much scientific research went into that number, but I do know this:

We flourish in an atmosphere of kindness.

Kindness is more than holding your breath while you give the homeless man a quarter. It is more than holding your tongue when you want to correct your coworker’s frequent mistakes. It’s even more than a side-hug and a cheek-kiss greeting when you’d rather not be there at all.

Read the rest of this entry

Has Anybody?

Standard

 

“Has anybody told you today?”

“Well, just in case, I’m telling you again: I love you.”

It was his trademark; his brand, calling card. If you saw Mickey, you could count on hearing these words. You could count on a hug and a smile. If not from him directly, from many around you, as he facilitated groups and classes to “get up, tell someone you love them, hug a neck.”

He was the Cowboy Preacher. The Drunk Preacher, some called him. He’d chuckle. I doubt he’d ever had a drop of alcohol in his life.

He sought out drunks, with a purpose, to share God’s amazing love. Read the rest of this entry

On the Move: Church for Introverts

Standard

 

Fading fast, treasured steps and memories.
Church for introverts.

imageFor WordPress Weekly Photo challenge,On the Move

Joan T. Warren
Randy’s iphone

Lessons Without Walls

Standard

Blue succumbs to brilliant washes of orange, raspberry and violet–each tipped with glowing

golden aura. Not just above now, but reflected in the sea. Completeness. The sun melds into

the horizon with a final burst of resplendence, as a lover gives an extra squeeze to bid

adieu, “Remember me. I will return.”

Deni Image of Sun reflecting in water

Courtesy of Denesia Christine on Flicker

I believe. I will see you on the other side.

Night begins.

White. The presence of all colors, gentle light bears witness to the sun. Lifting dark veil,

illuminating field and glistening dew-tipped petals, smiling moon lights the way home. A

beacon, as a parent’s consolation to frightened child, “I’m here, baby, it’s okay.”

Courtesy of Denesia Christine

Courtesy of DenesiaChristine on Instagram

I believe. Safe, secure, through dark of night.

And the sun rises.

Sun and moon, seasons, cycles. Seed to tree, decay, fertile soil bears life again. Teachers,

all. Eager student, I, in wondrous reception, hoping to relay these glorious lessons, teacher,

student, teacher. Breathe in, breathe out. . .

Selah.

©Joan T. Warren

In response to this week’s WordPress writing challenge, to share our experience as

teachers, as students. Appropriately, for teacher appreciation week, too.

 

Faith or Fear: Roots Run Rampant

Standard

Fear has roots with underground runners! Just when I think I’ve pulled the biggest, up crops another branch. I pull it, and off of that one, a myriad others, in all directions.

As a young adult, I realized I was a people-pleaser. I wanted people to like me, to approve of me, and for things to be peaceful, no conflict.

I dug into the matter. “There are weeds in this garden, Lord, help me pull them out by the roots and let your truth replace all the lies I believed!”

“If people get upset, you’re going to get hurt.” Yank. “I will wipe away your tears, bind up your wounds. A tender shoot I will not break.” (Ah).

“It’s all your fault!” Yank. “You were a child when you learned this, it was not your fault. Let me show you instead what is your responsibility now. . .” (Wha?)

“If you’re good, nothing bad will happen, so you must be bad because bad things happened.” Yank. “Bad things happen, regardless; look what happened to my Son.” (Oh).

One root led to another, until, looking up at the garden, it was disheveled. Some roots broke off, leaving tiny pieces and hidden sections that sprouted back up later.

“You’re a mess, you’ll never get this done.” Yank. “Let my Spirit guide you; I will send rain to loosen the soil, then the roots will give more easily. You are already perfect in my eyes, so don’t worry about it so much. As a matter of fact, how about you hand me those gloves and let me be the gardener now?” (Oh, okay).

That was over twenty years ago.

Gradually I got free. Free to say yes or no. Free to confront or let go. Free to choose according to what rang true in my gut instead of whatever others said. Free to live with the consequences, positive and negative, of my own choices. Free to learn and grow as a loved child would.

Fear still crops up, though. Just today I read a blog-friend’s post on fear and realized some new ones to take to the Gardener:

http://holisticwayfarer.com/2014/02/26/what-if-you-werent-afraid/

Without fear, I will be able to achieve my goals, which are huge, by the way. More on that later.

Your turn: fear or faith? What do you see as your biggest victory over something you feared, and how did you find the courage  to achieve it?

Comment and/or post your related link.

Related links:

http://kimberlyharding.wordpress.com/2014/03/02/to-fear-or-not-to-fear-two-images-to-help/#comment-5046

Liebster not Biebster

Standard

This article has absolutely nothing to do with Justin Beiber, shown here turning himself into police on Jan 30, 2014, courtesy of abcnews.com

This article has absolutely nothing to do with Justin Beiber, shown here turning himself into police on Jan 30, 2014, courtesy of abcnews.com

All the talk about what the Biebster is doing wrong again. . .  instead of that, I am going to talk about the Liebster!

imageKhana, of khanasweb.com, was awesome enough to give me the Liebster Award nomination. This award honors quality blogs that have less than 200 followers. I guess she feels I qualify on quality, and my stats tell me I do on the last! As of today, 168 extremely insightful, astute and intelligent people follow this blog! It will be interesting to see if participating in this award will add to that number, but I’ll keep writing even if  just for you wonderful 168!

In order to comply with the nomination, though, I need to answer Khana’s ten questions–hers, not someone’s who started it 10,000 posts ago! I decided to turn them about and give them to you from #10, countdown fashion, to #1. After you get through this incredibly interesting material, you will find links to those I’d like to pass the nomination on to, and the ten challenging questions I thought would be great to know about them.

Here goes!

10. Describe yourself in a Haiku. (A three line verse of seventeen syllables, traditionally five, seven, five, but this is flexible).

Simple yet complex
Compassionate yet boundaried
Gentle, wild and true

Did that tell you much? Well, it’s a start. Let’s jump into the weightier questions–

Read the rest of this entry

Reblog of my Daughter’s Amazing Post Today

Standard

You’ve read here about my daughter a bit, and you’ve seen some of my daughter’s photography. Now, be blown away with her most recent post:

http://theopenbench.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-yellow-brick-road.html

©DenesiaChristine on Instagram, View from Yellow Brick Road

©DenesiaChristine on Instagram, View from Yellow Brick Road

She is amazing. I love her so much–I am spilling with clichés to try to tell you, but I guess you can imagine, if you read this.

© Joan T Warren

Grace Is. . .

Standard

. . . being a poor peasant girl,

discovering the child of God born in me!

A Christmas Song

Thank you, Brian, for the mention! Let us remember to pray those who currently suffer for doing good.

http://brianmclaren.net/archives/blog/links-roundup-42.html

©Joan T. Warren

This new mini-post series, “Grace is. . .,” is an impromptu, occasional, free-style offering of random kindness. Feel free to share your thoughts on grace in the comment section below! Spread the joy. 😉

Grace Is. . .

Standard

. . . Burying an old potato

  image

image

  and reaping a fistful of new potatoes.

image

©Joan T. Warren

This new mini-post series, “Grace is. . .,” is an impromptu, occasional, free-style offering of random kindness. Feel free to share your thoughts on grace in the comment section below! Spread the joy. 😉

Haiku Grace Journey

Standard

The Fall

Heart falls–glass vase. . . down
Droplets and shards splay with force
Dreams, with them, splatter.

imageThe Ache

Heart aches–lost in gloom
Dull and flat to spite the sun
Hopes, defied and slain.

imageThe Hardening

Heart hardens–dark shroud
Surrounds, squeezes, tender shoot
Shriveled, left to die.
image
The Gasp
Heart gasps–reflexive,
Violently as from sleep
Final thrust for life.
image
 The Cry
Heart cries–help me, please–
Sobs deeply heaving, need dire;
Light enters, here, now.
image
The Nurturing
Heart heals–sunrise warms,
Kissing snowdrops, melt to tears
warming buds unfurl.
image
The Restoration
Heart rejoices–Grace is!
Joy and life fill broken heart
Carry on to love.
image
©Joan T. Warren

DPchallenge this week, to write five Haiku (or more) about anything. I choose to write this series, a journey of grace.

Last Days of Sweet Sixteen

Standard

There is a lot of talk lately about the last days. The last days of President Kennedy’s life in this 50th anniversary of his death, the last days of confidence in the USA being the strongest country in the world, the last days of planet Earth as we approach the Apocalypse, you know, that sort of thing. Somehow, I got to thinking about the last days of being sixteen. Perhaps it’s because my granddaughter, who is coming to visit this Thanksgiving, turns seventeen in January. Wow, it’s hard to believe, already, these are the last days of sixteen for her.

Remember being sixteen? I do.

My mother told me that it was very important to have a Sweet Sixteen Birthday Party, actually, a “Sweet Sixteen and Never Been Kissed Party.” I was probably about six at the time, and this thought captivated me. I pictured myself at that Exciting Party, turning sixteen. I would be tall and thin, like Barbie. Read the rest of this entry