Announcing a New Website:
Letters and Questions for Grandma
Please visit askgrandmajo.blogspot.com
But don't forget me here at wish on White Horses. thanks to all of you.💓💓💓💓💓
Hello all of you Princes and Princesses,
From askgrandmajo.blogspot.com/
I've given a lot of thought to this website and have resisted it as people do when they are beginning a new endeavor. But you know how it is when you set a task for yourself—you languish in uncertainty, drop it, or jump in.
I’m jumping in.
The grandmother in the picture is not me; it’s of a grandmother we wish we had. One upon whose lap we could lay our heads and weep out our woes. She would stroke our hair and say, "Now, honey, this too will pass.
“We didn't like it when kids picked on us in the play yard, or when puberty hit us, when a lover left us, or a divorce came, but we girded our loins and jumped into the fray. You have your life ahead. You have a contribution to give; now dry your tears and get to work. That's the reason we are here—to see that our species continues. And be joyful, kiddo—that's the secret."
As we travel through time, we have issues, questions, concerns, and worries. Here is a place to ask. I will answer any questions to the best of my ability, and you can help.
I remember a time when group therapy meant people shared with each other. They poured out their feelings to the group, and got feedback, some good, some bad, some terrible, but the purpose was to support each other, to add sympathy if they felt it, encouragement if they could offer it, and to call them on their BS when needed.
This is a soft place to fall. A place to rest a moment, and to gather renewed strength.
I’m not a therapist. I’m a grandma who believes in shining a light into the darkness and lending a hand to those who reach for it. I’m not all altruistic; I like learning, and want to invite others to come along with me.
We all have a prince or princess suit over a frog suit, over a real prince or princess. We believe we are the frog, and try to cover it up, but suits get frail and worn and develops holes. So, we try to pull the fabric over those holes, but it’s an endless task.
What we don’t know is that beneath it all is a real prince or princess.
It’s time we know this.
My credentials? Oh that? Who cares. You can be an idiot and become president. I've lived, loved, laughed and been happy. I was once a re-birther. I have had some experience in therapy groups, and am not shocked at F-you’s, or people screaming, crying, or throwing tantrums.
However, we are dealing with hearts here, so be gentle.
I didn’t find the wise grandmother, so I volunteered to sit in for her until she arrives. So, let's talk. Ask away, the rest of us will get on it.
I love you guys,
Jo
This is what I looked like as a kid.
