The Road to Joy

Joy is the emotion evoked by well-being, success, or good fortune or by the prospect of possessing what one desires. See evoked, the prospect, a road, a journey, a walk; not all flat and smooth, not at sunny and fresh. I want to persevere until I get there. I don’t want to be side=tracked because the way isn’t as I imagined. What ever it is that you desire keeping walking until you get there.

The Road to Joy
© 2009
Julie Jordan Scott

I had a simple writing and art journal prompt yesterday
from the Bliss Journaling Yahoogroup I belong to –
– “Joy” – which always seems to lead me into
singing Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy.”

I pulled out my watercolor moleskine and attempted
to mix a purple from two different hues and instead, got
a sort of brown, not so pretty color which I meant
to paint into a Road of Sorts.

The phrase “Ode to Joy” was replaced by “Road to Joy”
and off my mind, heart, and paintbrush went, skipping,
hopping and occasionally stumbling or needing to rest,
to catch my breath.

Here is a photo of my journal pages:

The Road to Joy is dappled with mud, not daisies as a
lesser soul might suspect.

The Road to Joy is dirty, with twists and turns and rocks
and craters and lies and disapproval

The Road to Joy is fed by forgiveness and light, packages
tied up in hope and trust and movement

The Road is big and tall and complete, even and especially
in moments of active, intentional stillness.

The Road to Joy is paved with stones of grace, of passion,
of loss and discovery and tears and brokenness that becomes
whole and breaks again.

The Road to Joy passes by your door and my door and his
and hers and theirs as well.

The Road to Joy is in conversation, it is in argument, it
is in laughter and winks and open hands and arms
and tapping toes.


The Road to Joy Is?

The Road to Joy is….

The. Road. To. Joy. Is…

Bernstein said, “Beethoven was a creature of grace and
innocence and trust – hope and future and immortality. ”
Sort of like me. Sort of like you.

Your road to joy is…..


John 15:8-11 Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much fruit; so shall ye be my disciples. As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you: continue ye in my love. If ye keep my commandments, ye shall abide in my love; even as I have kept my Father’s commandments, and abide in his love. These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full.

Galatians 5:22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, …

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We made it through …

last week as we entered bills and invoices into Quickbooks. I worked about 60 hours. We should finish up this week then to run reports and double check stuff. Mary has been entering payroll, that is quite a job since it all has to match with payroll reports. I’m very thankful for what was accomplished. This is certainly a way to reacquaint my self with QB.

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Making A Difference

This excerpt from Julie Jordan Scott’s “Daily Passion Activator
The Art of Showing Up, Every Day” is causing me to think about how my actions affect situations. My prayer is: “I don’t want to be a hindrance but a help….” It is my nature to want to fix things and make it all better. These thoughts point out to me different areas where a choice can be made in a positive way. And the differences made are not only found in others life’s or perceptions but more importantly in my own life.
Again, these statements are spring boards for my contemplation. I haven’t arrived at whatever the end result will be, nor do I list them to condemn anyone who reads this, I am just trying to learn to think and find out where I am and where I need to be. If these thoughts stir you to consider your impact on people, and we both take a little step to improve our relationships… has made difference.

Jude 1:22 And of some have compassion, making a difference:

“I make a difference by showing up without any costume
on. Not layering myself in anything except “this
who I am.”

I make a difference by granting others permission
to just show up, to be less than perfect or perfectly
perfect in supposed imperfection.

I make a difference by asking a question and living
it before strategizing the course, knowing the way
back is always revealed in the just-right time if
knowing the way back is something I need to know,
if I need it, it is there.

I make a difference by smiling into people’s eyes.

I make a difference by Being Intensity.

I make a difference by pointing out the what’s working.

I make a difference when I allow the hunger to sit at
the table with me rather than frantically fill it,
noticing the flotsam, picking it up, prodding it,
folding it into a yellow envelope or fashioning
it into a ball.

Up and down I toss it, back and forth, over and
under I juggle it, this “flotsam” word Martin Luther
King spoke and I found and now keeps surfacing.

“Collective unconscious” he says, from Jung.

I put my finger in the hole in the wall which is
leaking water.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Is the water making a difference? Is the wall me
making a difference? Is the hole making a difference?
Is the whole me making a difference? Is my finger me
making a difference?”

The differences are all right and are all me, making
differences when I show up.

I show up, I make a difference.

© 2009
Julie Jordan Scott

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Julie Jordan Scott is a Writer, Life Coach, Poet,
Speaker, Actor, Director and Mom Extraordinaire
whose deepest passion is helping people –
like you – discover and live with passion.

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Adjusting plans

Today I volunteered for  Kyle’s first grade teacher at 10:15. My plan then was to meet Elmer at the shop and ride with him to a job site to deliver material and nuts UPS was to deliver. Big goof up with UPS, so I got to drive to San Jose to Grainger to pick up the nuts. So today I am thankful for a safe trip to San Jose, that I can be a help at the shop occasionally, and that my bed is where I left it and is ready for me.

List three things you are thankful for

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Home again

We’re home. trying to put all the pieces back together, I’ll spend sometime later filling in the past days before I forget it all.

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Sydney, Nova Scotia


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North Rustico, PE Island


View of Atlantic Ocean at North Rustico

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October 25, 2009


Quebec… if you ever get a chance to visit Quebec don’t turn it down.

A romantic city of narrow cobblestone streets at the narrowing of the St .Lawrence River, Quebec invites you to wander and take your time exploring. A horse drawn carriage gives a glimpse of more of the town and whets your appetite to spend and extra day or two.

Emily visited the city 4 years ago and tried to tell me what it was like, but I needed to walk the streets myself, hear the sidewalk musicians play, feel the breeze off the river and see the lights as they came on at night to really appreciate Quebec.


The weather was gorgeous, sunny and clear and crisp. We were told the 23rd it snowed, and the 24th it rained all day long. We were thankful for the weather prepared just for us.


I spend some time exploring outside on deck watching the lights of the city and along the banks of the river. A large half moon hung in the sky watching over me as I meditated the grandeur of God’s plan in a quiet almost deserted spot.


With Emily’s 219 pictures, Mary’s 149, Mom’s and Elmer’s,  I’ll have many to try to show my version of Quebec.


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Overcast and Cloudy

October 24,2009

At sea, over cast and cloudy all day. We all wandered here and there taking in the programs, listening to live music, eating as the spirit moved us, sometimes together and often apart.


That is the end of October 24, 2009.  Good Night…Sleep Well…Love you


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Bunches of Nothing

October 24, 2009

Today at sea.  I saw a hint of land about 5:30pm, Anticosti Island as we went through the Gaspe Passage.

A day at sea means you can do bunches of nothing or go from one activity to another provided by the activity crew.

We did alot of one and a little of the other. The other was the show that was supposed to be country and western. It was loud and not very country or western. I guess I’m just not that kind of person.

I saw Mary once while she ate breakfast/lunch and Em before she left for the day. Mom went to a comedy workshop. she said it was really funny, she had a good time.  We had dinner with Mom and then saw the show. Elmer got ice cream to eat in the room. Back to our cubbies. I ate the gingerbread with lemon sauce that I got at Peggy’s Cove, It was yummy even though it was cold.

What the girls did???I don’t know may be  I’ll find out tomorrow.

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Yes, Shirley I do come out of my room to eat. I find there are eating places on this ship that I will only eat in once. Not my style. Right now it is cloudy out, sea all around going 23 kts. Don’t know how to translate into miles per hour. Ships position is 49 degrees 20.04′ N, 064 degrees 42.17′ W if you want to know, the thing on the screen has a little ‘o’ high where I put ‘degrees’ don’t know how to do that. We will be in Quebec in the morning at 9AM.

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Halifax to Peggy’s Cove

October 23, 2009

We woke up in Halifax, Nova Scotia, 702 nautical miles from New York.

We had a bus tour through Halifax to Peggy’s Cove, a rustic fishing village where 40 people live year around and on a loop back to Halifax. We really enjoyed the tour. Our tour guide was good, that’s important. We heard about Halifax’s part in the rescue of the survivors of the Titanic, a shipping explosion in the Halifax harbor and the crashing of an airliner from New York. (I’ll have to check with the others for info I forgot).  You’ll

need to see the pictures, to kind of understand the remote, lonely feeling of the Cove.

We had Italian for dinner. I thought of you, Shirley, while I ate Tiramisu. Elmer and I went back to the room. Mom followed Mary and Emily this evening.  I’ll have to get the low down tomorrow.  Tomorrow a day at sea, Quebec City, Sunday morning.

That is the end of October 23, 2009.  Good Night…Sleep Well…Love you

These posts will be so much more complete when I can post the pictures.

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Lazy Day at Sea

October 22, 2009 written October 23, 2009

We were at sea this day, so were pretty lazy. Overcast in the morning so didn’t eat breakfast out side. We checked out different parts of the ship, did some shopping, 2 sweat shirts, and a cup with a lid for me, and a water bottle for Elmer.  Reading, knitting, and enjoying the ride were high on the list of activities.

We met for dinner dressing up a bit, Em wore her mink coat and cowboy boots. Elmer went back to the room, Mom checked out a couple performers on her own. I hung out with Mary and Em following them around. Some of the performers were pretty good, some we didn’t stay for very long. M & E pick seats so if they don’t like the act, they can leave easily with out disturbing anyone.

That is the end of October 22, 2009.  Good Night…Sleep Well…Love you

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Relatives in Burying Ground

October 21, 2009 written October 23, 2009

This won’t have pictures, it takes too long to upload and insert them one by one, since I’m having to buy internet time and speedy it is not.

It was nice not to have to hurry. Elmer and I went up to breakfast about 11:00 at the Grill, a mini breakfast bar with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, fruit, pastries, hash, toast, coffee, juice, at the rear of the ship. It was sunny. After we ate Elmer went back to the room, while I sat and knit for a while. One waiter said he’d watch my progress.

We arrived at Boston 12:30pm. We didn’t have a tour planned. I wish we had, because we didn’t

know where we were going and the map we had was tiny and not too clear. Elmer again stayed on the boat and the Ladies went walking. Years ago when the buildings in Boston were built there was land around them, now there are tall buildings and sidewalks and busy roads. We did find an used bookstore that Emily said was how bookstores should be. And we found a cemetery on Tremont Street, King’s Chapel Burying Ground. The stones had skulls and skeletons and father time engraved on them. There was a plaque tell what the symbols meant. When we started reading this plaque, Mom said Joseph Tapping that is the name of our forefather, Tapping was changed to Topper. (For those who don’t know Topper was my maiden name.) I’ll include part of the plaque information:

“One of the first and most famous gravestones, visible upon entering the burying ground, is that of Joseph Tapping, (d.1678). The marker is famed as a work of art conceived by the unknown carver known as ‘the Charlestown Stonecutter. The stone is one of the most elaborate in the burying ground with beautifully carved symbolic images: the skull with wings represents the soul leaving the body, the hourglass represents time running out, the skeleton snuffing out the candle is Death ending life, and the bearded figure is Time attempting to stop Death. The stone’s Latin inscriptions refer to the quick passage of time and awareness of death’s inevitiablity. Little is known of Tapping, a Boston shopkeeper who died at the age of 23, leaving his young wife Marianna, a widow.

Next is the grave of his father John Tapping (ca.1628-1678), a felt maker, and the double tombstone of his mother, Mary (Woodmancy) Tapping Avery (ca.1629-1709) and her second husband William Avery (ca.1622-1686). His mother is said to be the first female bookseller in Boston.”

This was the highlight of Boston for me.

At the ship, we all went our separate ways, Mary and Em pairing off. Elmer and I had a late dinner and crashed. Mom did the same. Mary and Em watched different performers, while playing cards and knitting.

That is the end of October 21, 2009.  Good Night…Sleep Well…Love you

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from New York City to the Ship

This post had such creative dialog and pictures, then………..the computer monster entered the process. Maybe someday we will see the pictures, please just use your imagination as you read.

October 20, 2009, written October 21, 2009, 8:30amEST

View from hotel room window about 8:00EST – Mom’s room

View from Mary, Emily & Mom’s room

Mary, Emily, Mom and I left Elmer in bed at 9am (6amCaliTime) to see the sights.

After some discussion with a longsuffering concierge, Emily and Mary as our fearless guides led us to the subways of New York. Subways are underground and not dark and dank as I had pictured. In some areas it was like mini malls food courts and stores. Other areas were waiting areas for the trains. We bought $8.00 passes that were good for 4 transfers. We used three.

We took the R downtown train to 34th. Walking in New York felt like San Francisco and Chicago, but  not like Birmingham.  We breakfasted at a Café, that was long and narrow; food counters on left side, tables on right. A waiter took our order although we could have ordered at the counter. Everything was available: traditional breakfast, lunch, sandwiched, soups, Chinese dishes, fruit, luscious looking desserts and muffins. We visited Duane Reade, like a rite aide. DR are located often through the city.

When the doors of Gotta Knit opened at 11:00, we were there. On the 5th floor a room about 15×20, full of samples and yarn on the left and rear, on the right portioned off by screens was their office. Not a very large variety of yarns, but high end cost and quality. Emily was the buyer, a skein of hand spun, she make a pair of sox or a scarf as the spirit moves her.

Down to E subway, downtown to W 4th  to Purls a quilt shop.  On ground level, again the store area was very narrow 8 ft wide and 20ft deep, with office/storage behind closed door. Different fabrics than commonly seen in Sac. Emily purchased fabric of a baby quilt (that had been on her list) and princess and the pea fabric for a pillowcase as a souvenir of New York. Mary bought fabric to make a tote bag to remind her of the City. My buy was the store’s own canvas tote, $15.00, The girls didn’t tell their totals, but the main fabric in the princess and the pea collection was $18.00 a yard

Walking on down the street about 4 stores is Purls, a yarn shop about twice as wide and the same depth,  Both shops are owned by the same people. Everyone escaped with no yarn,

By now it is 1:20pm, we were to be back at the hotel by 1:00. Elmer has checked out of the hotel, put luggage in storage, and has had breakfast (about 11:00). He is now waiting very patiently in the lobby for us. I missed judged the time because of the subway rides and the walking to get to where we wanted to go from the subway stations.

We called Elmer, got back on the subway and were back to the hotel about 1:45. As the porter brought out our luggage to load into the taxi, he said to Elmer, “Looks like she brought the whole house!” A Yellow Cab was whistled down, a suv type, five seats for passengers and luggage compartment big enough for everything. By 2:30 we were at the port and saw our ship. I knew the ships were big, but hadn’t realized just how big.

This is what our balcony looked like. We had two rooms side by side with connecting door on the balcony

We checked in with little waiting in lines, got our picture taked and walked up the gang plank. Champagne and orange juice waited for us.

This is what our room looked like.

We got on our way about3:00 and safety drill at 3:30. We learned how to put on our life vests. The vest weren’t flattering to anyone.

We went back to our rooms to put life vests away, get settled in, have coffee (thanks, Mom), and relax on the balcony. We watched the Lady as we left New York Harbor. Mary started singing The Cross is my Stature of Liberty.

Neat Picture of the Lady

Mary and Em went scouting; the rest of us vegged.  By chance we all meet in the Garden Café, a buffet, for supper and watched the sum sink into the ocean.  We split up again,

Elmer and I to sight see and get internet connected, Mom to the library, etc, and M and Em ?????.

I crashed about 9:00, I must have walked two miles in New York and there are many steps down into and up out of the subway.

More firsts:

My first subway ride, on one leg of the trip I knitted.

First time I (we) was honked at crossing the street.

My first Yellow Cab ride, from hotel to boat dock

this one I didn’t watch too closely as he drove.

Now I know about the others after dinner:

( the short version)

Mom went back to her room, took a bath, had a flood in the bathroom, called the plumber, water got cleaned up and read in bed for a while.

Mary and Em picked up their knitting, card games, and water bottles(because the cups are tiny) and went to –

  1. Crystal Atrium, listened to a string quartet
  2. went to get water
  3. back to Atrium  for sleepy music ( their words)
  4. went to Bar City, Constance played piano, then another lady played guitar and sang ballads and played Phase 10
  5. went to the theater and played garbage while the band played, then watched a comedian re-enact the Wizard of Oz
  6. returned to room to shower and bed and read.

Beautiful sunset

That is the end of October 20, 2009.  Good Night…Sleep Well…Love you.

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