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On a Rainy Autumn Morning


I awake to a melody of raindrops playing a sweet refrain on my rooftop

Relishing the warmth and comfort lying beneath my cozy covers

lingering a bit longer in bed is going to be a must today

But hearing me stir, a hungry kitty tickles my cheek with her whiskers, mew

Not yet Baby, lets snuggle a while

Her cold nose touches mine, mew

So much for lingering in bed, a hungry cat must be appeased

And as I force myself to crawl out of my cozy little world, I am appeased with a hot steaming cup of coffee

Rich aroma and flavor even more enhanced by the mood of the weather

Looking outside, vibrant autumn colors paint a stunning contrast against the dark, gloomy skies

Wet leaves decorate the ground, just as beautiful fallen as they are adorning the branches

The kitty empties her dish, and now beckons me come and snuggle, mew

I’m up now sweetie, sorry

And as the rain continues to fall, I sip, gradually draining my cup

taking in all that this present moment has to offer

on a rainy autumn morning


© Julie Rehnelt 2015




And wishing I didn’t have errands to run today…



✿~Peace & Love~✿

Peace and Love 1

Under the Crescent Moon


Pastel skies glow through barren branches

as a crescent moon dangles amid them like a delicate jewel

My thoughts become wistful, my heart full of love

And as the stars gradually begin to appear in the sky

I wish upon every one of them, whispering a silent prayer

that one day

we will look up at this same sky together

no longer separated by distance or circumstance

and lay together in each other’s arms dreaming

under the crescent moon


© Julie Rehnelt 2015





✿~Peace & Love~✿

Peace and Love 1

Autumn Winds


The windy weather mirrors my windy emotions

As gale force winds blow outside, a tempest brews within

gusts of sadness sweep through my troubled heart


And like the colorful leaves that cling to tree branches in fall, not yet ready to let go

I can’t let go

no matter how strong the autumn winds may blow


© Julie Rehnelt 2015




✿~Peace & Love~✿

Peace and Love 1

Thoughts of You


In the morning just as I awake, there you are, already in my thoughts, mingled in amidst the remnants of dreams and my drowsy awareness of the day ahead.

It’s warm there, in my bed, and in my head, I want to linger there, to immerse myself in all that warmness, and allow the thoughts of you to play out in my mind.  Sweet and sensual.

But the demands of the day beckon, so I open my sleepy eyes and arise, taking thoughts of you with me into the day.


And in the evening as I’m falling asleep, there you are, still in my thoughts.  I try to bring you with me into my dreams, in hopes that we will meet there, where imagination knows no limits and our fantasies run wild and free.


© Julie Rehnelt 2015





✿~Peace & Love~✿

Peace and Love 1


I’ve been avoiding writing lately.  Oh, I’ve got plenty of “material” roaming around in this ol’ noggin of mine, there’s never a lack of reflective or contemplative thoughts to share, it’s just that I haven’t felt especially inspired or able to really formulate any of it into words for using my “outside voice.”  And I still don’t, but I wanted to share a little story with you about perspective.  The perspective of gratitude.

Yeah, yeah, I know it’s a bit cliche’ to talk about gratitude while we’re having our Thanksgiving holiday here in the states, but so what?  So what if it’s a particular holiday that springs up a certain way of thinking?  And regardless of ones views or opinions about what Thanksgiving is really all about (where it originated or to whom it is that we are to express our thanks to etc.), isn’t the idea of giving thanks still of value?  And isn’t it better to have a season or a holiday where our awareness of gratitude is a bit heightened, than to not have one at all?  Obviously it goes without saying that we should live our entire lives (all year round) in a continual attitude of gratitude.  But sometimes things are going on in our lives that get us caught up, and we lose that perspective of gratitude.  Because after all… life can be really, really difficult at times can’t it?

Here I am in my own world, living each day, doing my thing, going about my business, dealing with my own set of various struggles and difficulties, and doing my best to live in such a way that brings love and light into the lives of others.  But sometimes I get “caught up” in all the things I have to do, and sometimes I become resentful of all the things I have to do.  I never used to get like this.  Honestly, I lived in a little joy bubble, lalalalalala.  But now I have pain.  Pain has invaded my little joy bubble, and now, anything that I have to do that requires any considerable amount of walking or standing, brings excruciating pain to my knees.  I have to do a lot of planning ahead and prioritizing, and I have to pace myself as to not to overdo it or I’ll be paying for it dearly for days afterward.  But sometimes there’s simply a lot of shtuff that needs doing all at once, and because I have other people depending on me to do all that shtuff, I have no choice but to take care of it.  This is always a very busy time of the year for me, we have family birthdays going on, not to mention the holidays and everything that comes along with them, in addition to the regular every day things pressing in as well.

This story begins at the grocery store…

First let me mention that I HATE the grocery store.  Not all grocery stores, I don’t mind going to the smaller markets and the local co-op, but the big warehouse type of grocery stores… = hate.  I always have, even before I had any knee pain.  It may sound sort of strange, but sometimes I actually used to have to do a little bit of mental preparation before going in.  I’d breathe deeply and determine within myself not to let the other shoppers’ vibes affect my mood.  I’ve always been sensitive to peoples vibes, but shopper peoples’ vibes are the worst.  Seriously, they can be so rude.  Sometimes I’d play a little game and purposely go out of my way to be extra kind, especially to the really crabby people (a little kindness can go a long way), but then someone would ram into my heel or nearly run down my daughter with their cart, and then it was game over!

Well, I needed to go to the warehouse type of grocery store the other day to go shopping for our food for Thanksgiving dinner.  My mom and my daughter came along and surprisingly, we had an enjoyable time of selecting our turkey and other fixings for our meal.  It was early in the day so there weren’t many people there, no one ramming our heels or running us down with their carts.   😉  We came across an elderly gentleman and I made a bit of small talk with him and teased around with him about us being in each others way in front of the lettuce.  My mom and I were both in tears after leaving him because he made us think of my dad.  The holidays are especially difficult when missing a loved one.  😦   We also “played” around a bit with an elderly woman who was riding in one of those scooters for the disabled.  Those scooters are such a wonderful idea.  Kudos to whoever thought up the idea of providing them for customers at those larger stores.  In fact, this whole story may could have been avoided if I had used one of those scooters myself.  I have used them a couple of times in the past when I’ve had a lot of shopping to do, but the stores normally only have a few of them available, and I always want to leave them for the people who are more in need than myself.

The problem with our little shopping trip arose when we went to pay for our groceries.  The lines weren’t too long, because as I mentioned, there weren’t many shoppers, but lo and behold the line we got into was a nightmare.  A nightmare for people who have pain when standing for long periods, anyway.  There was only one woman in line ahead of us, and she didn’t have many items, so we thought it would be semi quick.  We weren’t in a hurry, but like I said, it’s painful for me to stand in one place for very long, so in that respect we were in a “hurry.”  Well, I don’t know what was going on, but this woman was taking for-fricking-ever.  Seemed like it anyway.  I had to leave my mom and daughter and squeeze out of line to go and find a place to sit down nearby because the pain became so unbearable.  I don’t know how long I had been standing there prior to my going to sit down, but I sat on that bench for at least another 10 or 15 minutes before my mom and daughter came up.  How one woman, with barely any items, can take over 20 minutes to check out her groceries was beyond me.

I was feeling pretty annoyed, but of course once I was sitting down I felt better because I was no longer in pain.  And as I sat there I began contemplating about whether or not I am a patient person.  I strive to be, and I think I generally am, but am I patient while I’m in pain?  Nope, definitely not.  Am I kind?  Yes, definitely.  But am I kind while I’m in pain?  Well… I’m still able to be polite.

As I sat there contemplating whether or not I’m a patient and kind person, I was also thinking about how much it sucks to be in pain and how embarrassing it is to have to go and sit down because I can’t even stand in a line for 5 minutes.  That train of thought led to thinking about all of the other woes in my life, and as I became aware of that, I stopped myself.  I began a different inner dialog that went something like this… “Gosh, ya know, I’m thankful I even have the money to buy this Thanksgiving dinner”  many people don’t.  And then “I’m thankful I have my little family to share it with” many people don’t.  And on it went, more thoughts poured in about how incredibly fortunate I am, and all the things I have to be grateful for.  It completely shifted my perspective.  Even to the point of feeling genuine compassion in place of annoyance toward that unbearably slow woman in line.  God only knows what her situation is in life.  Here I had my mom and daughter shopping with me, while this woman was alone.  Maybe she is even all alone in this world.  😦

As I sit writing this, smelling the delicious aroma of the food we bought that day wafting up to my room, I’m saying a quiet prayer for that woman, hoping that she isn’t all alone, that she has someone to share this day, and all of her days with.  And I’m thinking about all of the other people in the world who may be alone, or hungry, or cold, with compassion and with profound gratitude that I am not.

Peace & Love…




Things Rainy Days Are Good For…

Ordinarily I don’t get too upset over any particular type of weather, I like all kinds ~ be it snowstorms, thunderstorms (my favorite) or what have you.  It’s one of the reasons I like living in Minnesota ~ weather variety, and we certainly have that.  Sometimes we even get to experience all 4 seasons within the span of just one day.  Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a little bit, but you get my meaning.

Well, I’ve been finding myself getting a bit down about our weather lately.  First it was the extraordinarily long winter we had, and now it’s this seemingly unending rain.  Don’t get me wrong, I actually love the rain, I really do ~ the sound of it, the smell, how it makes everything so lush and green, but I need a sunny day or two here and there in between.  And that has been seriously lacking, the perpetual overcast sky gets depressing after a while.  It’s really something how the weather can affect ones’ mood and outlook on things.

I consistently strive to be content in any circumstances, even when it comes to the weather, and I think it’s helpful to try and focus on the positives of a situation, rather than the negatives.  Finding things to be thankful for and having a sense of gratitude every day is essential for me in living a joyful life.

But with this dreary weather… maybe it’s endurance that I lack, or perhaps it’s simply the monotony of it all that I’m finding so difficult, I don’t know, but ugh.

Anyway, in my customary ” try and look at the bright side of things” attitude, I’ve decided to make a list of some of the things that rainy days are good for, and I’m making you come along with me as I consider them.  😉

Rainy days are good for…



Omygosh is there anything cuter than a pile of napping puppies?!  I love this picture I found on deviantART!  I wish I had this adorable pile of puppies!  ♥  Yesterday the dreary weather made me so tired, I couldn’t hold out any longer and went to lay down.  Once I gave in to it, I wondered why I was resisting, it felt so nice to climb into bed and snuggle underneath the covers on such a cold, dreary day.  I didn’t have any puppies to nap with, but my cats soon followed my lead and came to join me, it was quite a comfort.


Rainy days are good for…



I saw a quote that said “Reading is like dreaming with your eyes open” and thought… yes, that it is!  I love reading, but often feel like I don’t have the time,  so rainy days are perfect for catching up on my reading.  If I don’t get too sleepy and end up taking a nap instead.  😉


Rainy days are good for…

Lighting candles


Lighting candles is one of my favorite things to do, no matter what the weather is.  The glow, the scent, the warmth, so cozy.


Rainy days are good for…

Watching a movie


I snapped this with my cell phone one evening quite some time ago.  My daughter and I were watching Finding Nemo, when my cat Sugar went and sat on the arm of the couch to get a closer look.  So cute!  Rainy days are perfect for snuggling on the couch watching a movie.  With or without a cat.  😉


Rainy days are good for…

Cleaning, organizing and getting indoor projects done


With remodeling my mom’s house, there is no shortage of indoor projects to do.  If only this dreary weather didn’t completely sap me of all energy and motivation.  😉   Although, I did repair our vacuum the other day (with my own two hands!)  *Patting myself on the back*  And I am doing laundry as I write this, if that counts…


Rainy days are good for…



S’mores cookies!  Mmm don’t these look freaking delicious?!  *Drools*  I’m gonna try and bake these one day.  (Click image to go the website I got this from)


Rainy days are good for…

Doing crafts


I love doing bead work, and bracelets are one of my favorite things to make.  I’ve gotten away from it recently, but I definitely plan to get back to it at some point.  Maybe I’ll even make this bracelet, it is purple after all.  😉  (Click image to go to the website for the free tutorial on how to make this bracelet)


Rainy days are good for…



Like writing a blog post.  😉


Rainy days are good for other things too, but these are the main ones I can think of at the moment.  I’ll have plenty of opportunity to discover more of them too, because the last time I checked the forecast, this drab, dreary weather is expected to continue through the weekend.  But the weather here is forever changing so maybe I’ll be pleasantly surprised…

What do you like to do on rainy days?


Isn’t it wonderful when you read a story or watch a movie that touches your heart in just the right place?  That goes down to that deep place inside of you and resonates in such a way that it actually inspires you to want to do something in your real life or change something in your way of thinking to help make you a better person or improve your life?  Or hasn’t that ever happened to you?  Heck, maybe it’s just me, I know I’m a bit weird and somewhat different from other people.  😉

But seriously, gosh, to be that good of a writer or movie director to be able to tell a story that has that kind of power to truly influence others in that way would be so amazing!  I think it’s all about being able to communicate effectively.  To be able to convey a thought or a feeling using words or pictures and have it reach another person in a way they can understand and relate to.  And there are sooo many different ways to communicate.  Oh how I love when I’m watching a movie and the mere expression in an actor/actress’ eyes tell it all.  Or when I’m reading and the words being used to describe something paint such a vivid picture in my mind that I can actually see it, and feel it.

Being able to communicate in that type of way is truly a gift, I wish I had it.  I have all of one segment written down of a nearly entire story that lives inside my head, and it took such great effort to get it written down and worded somewhat properly that it may never get any further than that.  Trying to write a made-up story is completely different than writing about and sharing the ins and outs of every-day-life type of stuff.

Communicating well and connecting with others is so very important to me, and whether it’s through writing or while talking, I think for the most part I usually do a pretty good job.  Although, every once in a while a misunderstanding or miscommunication is bound to happen.  The key is to be a good listener.  I think I’m a good listener, at least I hope I am.  I know that sometimes I need to be careful not to get so intent about something that I want to share that I fail to listen properly.  I can be a bit on the hyper side at times, especially if I’m excited about something.  😀

But it really is so important to be a good listener.  To me, being a good listener means to sincerely care about the other person and what they are saying.  I saw a quote once that said something like “The first duty of love, is to listen” and I really like that.  Sometimes showing love to others isn’t only about what you do for them, it’s about just simply being truly present there with them in their own moment as they share.  And not only listening, but hearing.  Communicating well goes both ways, it’s not just about expressing your own self.

Anyway, I don’t really know what my point here is…

How’s that for communicating?!  Hahaha!

I guess I’m just feeling all mushy because I like it when I feel things when I’m watching a movie, and I’m wishing I could do such a thing as to inspire others and make them feel stuff too.

Ya know, we all have these blogs as a forum to express and share our thoughts, feelings, interests, etc. with others, and we can only hope that our posts affect and influence others in some way that touches their lives with meaning.  Well, that’s why I have mine anyway.  Whether I accomplish that or not still remains to be seen.  I have tons of drafts that I’ve never published because sometimes I’m embarrassed to share them, thinking “oh my followers don’t want to hear about that” or because I don’t want to be a depressing downer when I’m feeling low because I always want to be a source of light and encouragement to others.

But maybe, just maybe, all of that doesn’t really matter because the thing about the internet is that you just never know who may happen across your path (blog) and just perhaps what you may have to say on any given day (even the embarrassing or depressing stuff) could possibly make them feel something that makes all the difference in their day.  Even if it’s just a laugh,  just a tear, or even just a slight sense of relatedness, to have any sort of affect on another person by what I have to share is a big deal to me.

And one last thought…

It is my firm belief that words are powerful and should not be used carelessly.  Another quote comes to mind here…  “Words and hearts should be handled with care, for words when spoken and hearts when broken are the hardest things to repair.”

An Experiment in Story Writing

Okay, so I may chicken out and remove this after posting it, but I’m feeling desperate for more feedback on this.   All of one person has read this other than my immediate family, and hers was encouraging :), but before investing more time and energy on it I’d really like to hear from a few more people.  I’m really embarrassed to share it.  So please be kind.

This is a story that I’ve been working on that up until now has only existed in my head.  It’s still only in the very early stages and I don’t have all the details of it worked out ~ it doesn’t even have a title yet.  I’m unsure of some of my wording and punctuation, but I kinda think it’s a good story.  At least it is inside of my head ;).  I guess it would be considered science fiction genre since it’s set in space (I’m such a nerd), but it’s main theme is a love story…


She had been hiding out in the cargo hold for nearly two days now since the attack.  She was tired, thirsty and at her wits end, when she heard the lone footsteps coming down the aisle toward her little hiding spot.  Fear gripped her as her mind raced frantically, trying to formulate a plan of action for what to do when those footsteps would reach her.

Celeste had spent the past three years working on this research base as the facility’s computer systems analyst.  Being motivated and brilliant, she had finished her formal higher education early and eagerly began looking for positions that would be not only challenging, but interesting and exciting as well, and this one provided all three.  She had been highly recommended for this position by her professors because of her superior intelligence, extensive knowledge of computers, and also because of her natural ability to problem solve.  Well, problem solving was exactly what she needed now.

She wasn’t quite ready to surrender just yet, but she wasn’t exactly the fighting type either.  Not weak by any means, but definitely more on the feminine side.  And beautiful.  She always tried to play down her appearance in public, and in wanting to be taken seriously in the career world, would often pull up her long, dark, wavy hair into a tight formal looking bun.  But while in the privacy of her own quarters she always let it hang down, and that is how it was now.  Except at the moment it was wild and scraggly looking in her overwrought condition.

In those few precious moments listening to the footsteps as they drew nearer, her mind raced through various scenarios and possibilities of how this impending confrontation could play out.  You’d think she could have contemplated this during the two days she’d been holding up in there, but most of that time had been spent in shock and simply trying to decompress from all of the violence she had witnessed during the initial onslaught.

She had been reading in her quarters that evening when she heard the outbreak of fighting out in the corridor.  At first she thought it strange that someone would have the volume setting so high on a movie they were watching in another room, but when she felt the vibrations from things thudding against the walls, she knew it was much more than a loud movie that was happening.  Her first impulse was to go and look outside the door of her quarters, but her higher reasoning told her that would probably be dangerous, so instead she went to the computer console located on the wall, entered in her security clearance ID, and pulled up the surveillance cameras for the base.  It took her brain a few moments to process what she was seeing; she just couldn’t believe what the images on the screen were showing her.  Dozens of Treylorian soldiers were pouring in from every direction and like the ocean’s waves crashing against the rocks, they brutally laid to waste everything and everyone that lay in their path.  It was truly horrifying.

Humans and Treylorians had been at war for as long as she could remember, but she wasn’t sure of the history as to exactly how or why it had originated.  She knew when she was hired for this position that this planet, where the research base was located, was in a contested area of space and that there was some risk of a possible attack, but she had been assured by her superiors that because of the nature of their work here it was very unlikely to happen.  Up until now that had been correct.

Celeste spent several minutes watching the surveillance cameras, and when she thought she noticed a slight pattern in their attack, she began trying to formulate a way of escape.  But there were none, so all she could do was to try to think of a place to hide.  That was where she came up with the idea of hiding in the cargo hold.  It was a vast chamber located in the far reaches of the facility and loaded with thousands of crates containing various cargo for maintaining the base’s operations.  She thought maybe if she could reach it, she could hold up there, and when things calmed down, possibly sneak out and find a way to contact the base’s headquarters for help.

She was terrified at the idea of leaving her quarters, but she knew if she stayed there it would only be a matter of time before she would be taken captive, and the way she saw the Treylorian soldiers viciously treating their captives on the surveillance cameras frightened her even more.  Watching the cameras closely, she timed it just right, and wearing only her pajamas which consisted of a pair lounge shorts and a camisole, she slipped quickly and quietly out of her quarters and made her way to the cargo hold.

It was a long and arduous journey, and with her heart pounding so fiercely in her chest that the sound of it vibrated in her ears; she weaved stealthily in and out of the small nooks and crannies along the corridors.  A huge sense of relief washed over her when she finally arrived undetected at the entrance of the cargo hold. As she stepped inside and tiptoed down the long aisles, she found what seemed to be the safest hiding spot, and there she had remained ever since.

The footsteps were almost upon her now and she reacted on impulse without thinking and grabbed a nearby metal bar that was used as leverage for moving the crates of cargo.  In an instant she sprang up and positioned herself to swing that bar with all her might at the enemy belonging to those dreaded footsteps.

And then she saw him…


Thanks so much for taking the time to read this.  Let me know what you think…