A new meaning for rainy days

“Rainy days and Mondays always get me down . . .”  sang vocalist Karen Carpenter many decades ago.  I respectfully disagree.

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How poetic is it that after a very trying month of family care-giving, family drama, summer travel, and exhausting events out in the elements that our “rainy days” of late could turn a corner to mean something else?  Enter here the Master Rain Gardener Class offered by Washtenaw County Water Resources Commissioner in Michigan.  Let us turn the rains of life into something good!

Rain gardens are specialty garden beds designed to filter water runoff from hard surfaces in your landscape.  They help to manage potential flooding, attract beneficial insects and wildlife, often include plants native to the region, and are simply lovely.  I am halfway through the 5-week class and am hooked on this idea.  I included a rain garden in our class project for my Master Gardener training which is where this interest began.  Connection with a local Native Master Gardener and her native plant nursery furthered my intrigue so I included butterfly weed and a native hibiscus in one of our garden beds.  Now its time to get serious . . . and fast before the class ends in 2 weeks!

I posted a plea on Facebook looking for anyone who would like to work with me on a rain garden project for my certification as a Master Rain Gardener.  A self-called “community connector” responded and put me in touch with the President of the Board for the not-for-profit that manages a large park in our hometown.  He is interested in the idea!  There is already an environmental education project for kids on the property.  I took some pictures before and after a huge rainstorm which suggested some viable locations.  We will be meeting soon!

Below I will post a picture of the location I am recommending that is adjacent to the cinder block building that houses the public bathrooms and vending facility.  The location is highly visible to patrons of the park, there is a water outlet nearby to help in getting the plants established the first year or so, and there is already evidence of water accumulating in a low area.  There is much work to do and many unknowns should this project go forward.  No problemmo.  The beautification project in our housing association took six months to come to fruition and is largely a success to day.  Besides, I kinda like this theme more than the other “rainy days” in my life of late!

Stay tuned.  Always something goin’ on over here and if it’s green then, for me, it is good!  JJ

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The County Sheriff and a mobile compost pile

Sometimes the dirt in your life follows you around for awhile . . . literally!

The weather was unusually warm here in the Midwest of the United States this past December.  By “warm” I mean that it was still in the 50’s and that was all I needed to do a little gardening project still left undone from the prior season.  Factor in the heartache of having been too sick to do it earlier, you can see why I jumped at the chance to get some dirt under my fingernails before the snow was set to fly!

And so I did.  The borders around the flower beds and tree in our front yard were re-cut and tidied up for the wintry freeze to follow. A Master Gardener simply cannot have her front yard unkempt when visitors were set to come for Christmas celebrations . . . even if they are not into landscaping!  Afterwards I felt a little better about the whole thingy.  The cuttings went into the bed of my truck like they always do with the intent of making a quick trip to dump it at the town compost pile.  That never happened.  Such a bummer being sick virtually all of the time . . .

Flash forward two months.  I was headed in my truck to my doctor’s office, hoping that they would see me on time.  Usually we patients can call ahead to see how far he is running behind and to leave our phone number for a call when they have an exam room available for us.  The phone lines were either turned off or unanswered when I had tried to call so I hurried to get on my way, lest I lose my appointment altogether!  This arrangement is a minor inconvenience for most folks but a major undertaking for me these days.  I had a more severe seizure attack waking up that morning and barely had enough time to get ready, grab some of my special food for the day (these appointments require 3+ hours plus I had an IV treatment at the hospital next door for another 4 hours later on), and focus enough to get myself out the door.  Maybe I should have had Steve drive me to the appointment?

Clearly I was a little distracted.  The purpose of the appointment was to re-evaluate the first month of IV treatments for Lyme disease.  I had first treated Lyme disease 4 years ago and it was a disaster; the next 4 years were spent taking down other infections and toxicities to get ready for intense treatment of Lyme that likely had been underlying ongoing health issues for a very long time.  The process has been most difficult.  I would learn in this appointment that the burning in my forearms that occurred during the past 5 infusions of the antibiotic (Rocephin) had caused superficial phlebitis!  All I knew is that they hurt.  More treatment recommendations would follow to add to my already complex treatment regime.  Everything came clearly into focus when I saw that beige-n-brown Dodge Charger sitting alongside Auburn Road.

As soon as I saw him I knew that I was in trouble.  That’s the color of the County Sheriff vehicles and I was traveling 14 miles per hour over the speed limit!  I thought I was only 9 MPH but unfortunately I did not see the traffic sign until my trip home!  He followed me for a block or so before turning on his flashing lights.  I sat stunned by the side of the road.  The Sheriff turned out to be friendly young lad, albeit dressed in his intimidating finery.  He recognized my last name and asked if I knew someone that he did by that name in another town?  Nope.  I could hardly speak.  “May I call my Doctor’s office?  I am running late for an appointment,” I asked.  “Sure,” he replied as he took my ID cards and walked back to his beast on wheels.  If he was friendly did that mean that he would have mercy on my story and not give me a ticket?

Nope again.  The “icy” conditions warranted a citation.  He spouted off more instructions than I could understand then left me with a cheap ticker-tape style TICKET.  All I could do was pull over onto a local street to gather myself to figure out what to do next.  The Doctor’s office finally answered their phone, apologized for not picking up earlier as they were short-staffed and stated that the Doc was running 1 1/2 hours behind schedule (as usual!).  “Would I like to leave my phone number for a call when they were ready?”  Sure, no problem I thought to myself . . .

Somehow I managed to contact my hubby at work and return home.  The struggle to leave the house earlier that morning resulted in a very expensive speeding ticket with funds earmarked for adjunct treatments not the county coffers.  I was upset at myself and upset at this wretched illness.  I was guilty of speeding.  I had not even looked down to see how fast I was travelling.  Driving a truck makes you a little over-confident in inclement weather and that false sense of security had caught up with me.  Gee, did he also notice that I still have a quarter of the bed of my truck filled with dirt, plants, and sod pieces in the middle of winter?  Perhaps not.  The pile has already begun composting into a fertile loam on sunny days!  They should make a nice, top-dressing the vegetable bed by Spring!  Maybe I’ll just leave it in there?

Sigh.  Life goes on and sometimes the State trooper is the one to remind me of this.  Regardless, if it really does get to 57 degrees tomorrow (on February 19th!) I will be digging some, Lord willing.  There’s much to do and the IV treatments are helping me feel some better.  Besides, I have a lot more room in the bed of my truck that needs to be filled dontcha know?  You can never have too much of that “black gold” stuff anyways.  :JJ

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How the professionals load compost!

 

The Day is Never Really Wasted

Missing my Dad.

Closing my online jewelry shop.

Cancelling a dinner invitation for me with new friends.

Spending the morning and evening in bed with complications of illness.

Questioning the utility of a new treatment before it really has begun to make a difference.

Perhaps you can see where I am going with this?  No where productive, positive, encouraging very fast.  These are the kinds of days when I question the value of each breath (that almost stopped twice today).  These are the evenings when I wonder why I try to plan anything away from our home anyways?  These are the days that I cry a little more than usual.  And these days are necessary, really, to grieve and move on.

When I worked as an occupational therapist in rehabilitation, we often told our patients that, “recovery is a jagged line.”  Oh how I have found that to be true these past 3 1/2 years!  Looking back to the beginning and middle of this period of time, there were many times when I am sicker than I am now.  There were many unanswered questions, new treatments to try, expenses that exceeded our income, strains on all of my relationships, and lifestyle changes that seemed too much to bear.  So many questions came to mind as the weeks extended into months and years:

I wondered if I could continue to get to know the gals I’d just met at my church or my husband’s adult children, make any new friends, or succumb to the ill-effects of isolation instead?  How much suffering could my body endure without permanent damage to my brain, neck, back, or other bodily functions when the convulsive episodes were so violent?  Would I embarrass myself in public, get into an accident in a public place, or be found on the floor some evening by my beloved husband (who was already stressed and sleep-deprived)?  Why on earth did I have to endure such hellish nightmares, flashbacks, and heart-wrenching grief at this time in my life when I had worked so hard to become free of so much sorrow in my past?  And most of all, would anything good come from all of this:  would it be wasted time and effort after it was all over?

Some of these questions have been answered by now and some have not . . . yet.  I have made many new friends.  The process of getting to know my hubby’s children has been slower than I would have liked yet it probably is for the better; we are living a long-distance from all four of them which makes everything a little different too.   My mind has actually become clearer with the extreme dietary measures, reduction in mercury toxicity/dental issues, and healing of my gut (since the brain and gut-health are related don’t ya know?).  The physical consequences of illness will require some more treatment soon but at least my weight is stable and the overall deconditioning has still allowed me to perform most of my activities of daily living.  Further, when I felt sick in public or driving down the road, I was always able to rest in my vehicle thus avoiding an incident, gratefully.  These last two are amazing to me:  the Lord’s angels must be protecting me when I am away from home.

Steve and I have found ways to cope with the nightly convulsive episodes, sudden physical collapses that require assistance with my self care, and challenges to our intimate life on occasion.  It helps that Steve is wonderful!  It helps that he relies on the Lord and fellowship with strong believers to see him through this season of our lives together.  His faith strengthens mine too.  Although we can’t be together as much as I would like to, it helps me to know that I can trust him and look to him for spiritual direction, spiritual leadership.  This is God’s plan for the home, for marriage.  And as that design plays out between us, I know that the Lord is strengthening me too.

The Lord has never left me or forsook my faith in Him.  Even in near-death experiences, demonic attacks (and there have been more than I can count), and times of deepest despair, my Jesus has carried me through it all.  The spiritual peace that developed certainly has served to clear my mind, bringing me to a place of clarity I had never seen before I got sick.  Renewal of our minds is a gift and a promise only the Lord can give as we read the Bible.  I am grateful for His work through this process.

I really don’t know if looking at the female hormone/menopausal connection with the onset of seizures (and its related testing and treatments) will be fruitful or not.  Is it catamenial seizures?  I do know that I am probably going to make some more new friends trying to figure it out!  Some more new connections will also be made in the synapses of my brain as I study a whole new body of information.  Letting go of my hobby business today and getting focused on a more professional venture will challenge these new skills, quite possibly moving me from this disabled state to one of productive living.  Oh how I hope so!  This incredible experience has inspired a new product that I invented and eBook that I am writing.  That is cool, eh?  Yeah God!  Perhaps things will come together just as they need to and when the timing is right?  This season of time will have served its purpose; it certainly will not be wasted.  This Father’s Day will just be a microcosm of the larger picture with all of its days, its parts playing a role:  good, bad, and ugly too.

And in the end I know that the good will outweigh the other two.  How compelling of a story would I be able to write if everything was always hunky-dory?  Nope.  It would be boring.  On the stage of life, we are to live fully no matter what happens to us.  We are to live like the sign on the wall of the therapist’s office that I saw when I was searching for meaning in my life at just 24 years old:

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Yeah.  Evelyn at Catholic Charities had it right.  And the gardener in me wasn’t even awakened yet when I read that banner!  The motto of that poster has encouraged me over and over again, becoming the foundation of my life’s work as an occupational therapist and helping me to re-invent my career a half-dozen times.  As a believer in the Lord, Jesus Christ, I can see that He is the God Who uses all things for His glory.  Someday you and I will get to see how these gnarly threads of our lives have woven together to create a beautiful tapestry that characterizes the life of one surrendered to Christ.  With that hope I can face tomorrow and all that it brings.  With that hope I submit to the will of my Master Gardener, my Lord.

With that hope you can too, Gentle Reader.  Bloom!  With love, JJ

The Exchange Rate

Acts 5 New International Version (NIV)

Ananias and Sapphira

Now a man named Ananias, together with his wife Sapphira, also sold a piece of property. With his wife’s full knowledge he kept back part of the money for himself, but brought the rest and put it at the apostles’ feet.

Then Peter said, “Ananias, how is it that Satan has so filled your heart that you have lied to the Holy Spirit and have kept for yourself some of the money you received for the land? Didn’t it belong to you before it was sold? And after it was sold, wasn’t the money at your disposal? What made you think of doing such a thing? You have not lied just to human beings but to God.”

When Ananias heard this, he fell down and died. And great fear seized all who heard what had happened. Then some young men came forward, wrapped up his body, and carried him out and buried him.

About three hours later his wife came in, not knowing what had happened. Peter asked her, “Tell me, is this the price you and Ananias got for the land?”

“Yes,” she said, “that is the price.”

Peter said to her, “How could you conspire to test the Spirit of the Lord? Listen! The feet of the men who buried your husband are at the door, and they will carry you out also.”

10 At that moment she fell down at his feet and died. Then the young men came in and, finding her dead, carried her out and buried her beside her husband. 11 Great fear seized the whole church and all who heard about these events.

Now that’s a serious consequence for lying!  A death sentence!  In the early Christian church, believers were giving freely of their wares and wealth for the cause of spreading the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  I love our pastor’s commentary on this story (Paul Mowery).  He explains that the point of the story is not that everyone had to sell everything they had to live as followers of Jesus Christ.  The point is that Ananias and Sapphira were hypocritical in their outward gesture of donating the money from the sale of their land then holding back a portion for themselves.  They were “lying by omission,” or making an appearance of generosity that was not completely true.  They paid for their masquerade with their lives as the Lord was purging sin from the early church.  To have a pure message of honesty and transparency was critical in the beginning of a movement that would change the world forever.

To die for one’s actions or beliefs is the highest exchange rate for one’s actions that can possibly be paid.  What could be greater in this life?  That is why the Lord gave His own life at the cross in exchange and atonement for our sins.  He gave the greatest gift He could possibly sacrifice so that we may be forgiven of our transgressions and live in fellowship with Him forever in heaven.  Gratefully we often get a second chance to make things right, seek forgiveness, and so on when we fail in our Christian walk.  We don’t usually die for our sins, per se.  Should I face death for my actions someday I do hope that it will be for my faith in Jesus Christ and not as a consequence of my mistakes.  Or as a hypocrite.  Gentle Reader:  have you thought about such things?

Hmmmm.  The ultimate exchange rate is death.  Today I can relate to a lesser one too.  Let me explain.

Yesterday I was given an opportunity to participate in an outdoor show of Master Gardener artisans and their handiwork.  Gratefully I was among five vendors on display in the Woodland Garden of the Allen County Extension Office (Indiana) as part of our annual Garden Walk.  I enjoyed putting together a new display of the best creations from Trinity Jewelry by Design, visiting with my fellow Master Gardeners, and meeting many avid gardeners/shoppers who came by.  A few went home with some of my jewelry to the delight of my heart!  The weather was mild and the cost was only a small donation and a few bug bites!  The morning was lovely indeed.

T J by D in the Woodland Garden, Allen County Extension Office, Garden Walk July 19, 2014

T J by D in the Woodland Garden, Allen County Extension Office, Garden Walk July 19, 2014

However I knew I was over my activity limit as we were cleaning up afterwards:  I could hardly hold my face together to smile.  By the time I got into my truck to drive home I wasn’t sure just how I would make it home.  If I relaxed even a tiny bit it felt like my body would erupt into seizure attacks.  If I rallied enough energy to drive home with the utmost intensity of focus I would probably make it the 25 minutes o.k. but face more intense seizure attacks later on.  I opted for plan B.

The next 21 hours after I got home were hell on earth.  Sure I was unable to unpack my truck and take care of the dog before crashing onto our bed.  Then I came unglued with a long episode of seizure attacks yet gratefully not the worst of late.  The exhaustion from 3 hours of sleep the night before somehow reduced their intensity.  Well, o.k.  Thank you Jesus for the 4 more hours of uninterrupted sleep that followed!  Unfortunately, things did not go so well as I was waking up.  When a feeling of “tazoring” greets the disorientation of a deep sleep, all is not well with the world.  I lain in bed with tic attacks on and off until midnight.  When I got up to finish a light meal thereafter I’d wished I was back in bed!  Convulsions are dangerous sitting at the kitchen table and it certainly worried the pup quite a bit too.  Oh yeah, Steve was standing by as my daily night in shining armor, just in case he needed to carry me back to bed.  Nope.  Made it on my own this time.

The middle of the evening was quite interesting as well.  Steve and I now agree that his paddling on the murky waters of the St. Mary River in Fort Wayne this morning provided an insidious, noxious exposure for me.  He had taken numerous precautions after returning home from his victorious kayak race.  As it turns out, one shower and change of clothing was not enough.  This dear man took a second shower with a second clean towel and change of clothing for me despite exhaustion from racing and mowing the lawn while I was sleeping!  Yes, Steve is a saint!  Figuring all of this out was very intense for us with both a heated exchange of words and extremely violent convulsions.  The three episodes of the latter included screaming in torment at the top of my lungs!  I could not help it.  My brain was on fire and the vocalizations just came out.  Those of you who do not believe that hell is a real place have never experienced a glimpse of it here on earth.  The Bible talks about weeping, gnashing of teeth, eternal fire, and eternal torment.  I say get right with Jesus NOW!  You don’t want this forever if you don’t!

I woke up about 6 times with the tazoring thing.  The last episode was shortly after I awakened Sunday morning around 11:00 a.m.  Steve had already gone off to church so I lain there alone.  Sometimes I just can’t sort out what is more terrifying:  the symptoms themselves or experiencing them when home alone?  Both are wretched.  By the grace of God I managed not to panic as I have been through this torture hundreds of times before.  Yes, that’s hundreds with thousands of individual incidences!  The number is just enough to know that based upon my experiences, they will not kill me and at some point I will be able to function at some level.  That level came shortly thereafter as I made my way to the bathroom then finally to the kitchen to satisfy my ravenous appetite.  At least these episodes burn a few calories!  Sish.  Very weakly , today began.

So four hours of near normalcy (just one tic attack during the Garden Walk)  was an exchange for 21 hours of hell plus some sleep.  Not a very good trade-off I’m sure we would agree!  And this is simply how life goes for me.  I set in motion a will to participate in the event on Saturday knowing that for it to be possible would be a miracle.  For at least 5 days prior to yesterday’s event, I had 1-2 hour seizure/tazor episodes from 8-10 in the morning in addition to nightly episodes.  Falling asleep Friday night was typical:  exceedingly awful as usual.  Most every day this past week, morning activities had to be cancelled in response to either the episodes or the recovery time needed thereafter.  Today I am exceedingly grateful for having the opportunity to participate in two activities that I love (i.e. gardening and jewelry-making) with sadness about missing Steve’s kayaking race.

Ah yes, the canoe and kayak race hosted by my husband.  This is the last of the races to be held in our town for the United States Canoe Association Indiana points races and I had already missed the other one by a couple of hours.  The reality is that I simply could not risk standing by the side of the murky St. Mary River with a biotoxin illness near other racers accessing the river.  The noxious aerosols and risk of exposure were too great.  I do try to avoid seizure attacks in public you know!  I had checked out the riverbank earlier in the week on Tuesday before discussing it with Steve and making a final decision.  Given my response to Steve after he came home, I knew that I had made the right, albeit difficult choice.  Life is like that sometimes.

Further, while my own experiences often shared on this blog are particularly wretched, they are NOTHING in comparison to the sacrifices denoted above or in the Biblical record.  I have not lost my life in my own rites, my own rates of exchange of one activity for another.  I chose to participate in the Garden Walk out of an attempt to cope with illness, not to separate my self from the fellowship of the Holy God.  My actions resulted in consequences.  The result of my actions were not based upon sin but upon living in a fallen world because of mankind’s sin.  Disease and strife exist because of the sin of two people in the Garden of Eden at the beginning of time.  They were redeemed by God as we are redeemed by believing in God through His son, Jesus Christ.  He makes all things new, bringing ourselves in eternal fellowship with Him when we humble ourselves and confess our transgressions, believing in what He did for us at His throne of grace.  We also know that when He comes again in glory for His own that He will wipe out disease and strife forever.  Knowing all of this gives me confidence that in the things that matter the most and that I have made the best decisions for my circumstances, for my life.  Most importantly I have chosen to follow Jesus, Lord and Savior of my life.  Someday I will be free from all of this suffering and there no longer will be an “exchange rate” of sorts.  All there will be is JOY.  Yes, joy!

You know, Gentle Reader, I’m hoping that these things that I write about are somehow of benefit to you.  Please don’t spend more than a moment empathizing about me when you can spend the rest of your days experiencing joy with me for all of eternity.  Look beyond this blog to the One who introduced me to you.  I am so grateful that we have come together this day.  May the Lord bless you!  As He does I hope that you will choose to come closer to the One who paid it all for both of us.  I want to meet you someday and in the family of Christ it will happen no matter how far apart we are in this moment.  Then we shall walk together in fellowship with our King in the most exquisite of gardens for a millennia of days . . .

And that my friend is my “Hope Beyond” for this blog.  Love to you,  Just Julie

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You bring me joy

How about playing a little tune while enjoying the view that encourages me these days: my beloved and my garden.  Enjoy!

Song to play:

Pictures from my heart of gratitude.  Thank you Jesus.  You are so good to me.  JJ

My beloved and me at Lakeside Rose Garden, Fort Wayne, Indiana

My beloved and me at Lakeside Rose Garden, Fort Wayne, Indiana

Garden pup:  Elle

Garden pup: Elle

 

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Our first compost pile in what used to be the dog pen.  Sorry Elle!  You'll have to share!

Our first compost pile in what used to be the dog pen. Sorry Elle! You’ll have to share!

 

Lavender in the veggie garden bringing on the bumblebees.  Yes!

Lavender in the veggie garden bringing on the bumblebees. Yes!

Looks like the Knock Out Rose bush is going to make it after all!

Looks like the Knock Out Rose bush is going to make it after all!

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