Jennifer Lyn King

writer photographer artist world traveler

The Essentials for Surviving Life’s Tough Spots

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The Essentials for Surviving Life’s Tough Spots

I do not at all understand the mystery of grace — only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us. -Anne Lamott Being human means that life won’t always go smoothly. Last week for me was a very bumpy road made rough by a medical emergency, my severly suffering child, a rusting post-Communist hospital, and a wide language gap. Yep, it was a tough spot in the...

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Explore, Dream, Discover: Looking Ahead to 2012

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Explore, Dream, Discover: Looking Ahead to 2012

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain To me, there is nothing like the thrill of growth, being stretched just a little further, reaching out toward the wind lashing my face...

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America: Land of the Free

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America: Land of the Free

O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved home and the war’s desolation. Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: “In God is our trust;” And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O’er the land of the free and the home...

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Finding A Place of Tranquility

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Finding A Place of Tranquility

“The heart has its special places, quiet retreats, fragrant with the sweet perfume of flowers.” -Thomas Kinkade Sometimes I stop to catch my breath in the whirl that is life as a wife and mom to three boys–in between the frequent grocery runs and the ball games and practices, in the midst of media hype and tragic world news–and I think I need to do it more often. Catch my...

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Writing Wednesday: On Broccoli, Novel-Writing, and the May First Draft Challenge

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Writing Wednesday: On Broccoli, Novel-Writing, and the May First Draft Challenge

“Don’t look at your feet to see if you are doing it right. Just dance.” –Anne Lamott, on Broccoli and First Drafts, from Bird by Bird, Some Instructions on Writing and Life Yesterday, my family and I made the drive from Brussels, Belgium back home to Prague, Czech Republic. It’s an eight hour drive—possibly shorter given most of the distance is on the German Autobahn. We’re used to long trips...

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Of Every Leaf in Springtime

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Of Every Leaf in Springtime

“Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime.” -Martin Luther There has always been a place in my heart for springtime … for singing birds and burgeoning buds and subtle colors of the world reemerging. Winter and the brown, bleak world of bitter cold brings me to the place in February that when I see that first hint of...

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“Hope is the Thing with Feathers …”

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“Hope is the Thing with Feathers …”

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all …  -Emily Dickenson, poem entitled Hope is the Thing with Feathers On the Spring morning when I took this photograph, my boys and I were going through the regular motions of getting them ready for the school bus in the US. But our dog, Jesse, was in active pursuit of...

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Rising Up Again

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Rising Up Again

“All the world is full of suffering. It is also full of overcoming it.” -Helen Keller Have you ever seen an amaryllis bulb? It seems to be one of the largest of the traditional garden bulbs– so big that it fills my hand when I hold one. Usually, a dormant amaryllis bulb is flaky and brown, sometimes spotted with what looks like rot or disease, and from the rounded bottom, what...

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The Garden Fairies’ Return

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The Garden Fairies’ Return

Outside the doors, the world is changing, greening, coming alive. I love spring for so many reasons, but probably most for reimmersion with hope. Where the world was dead and ugly now is verdant and full of life, and beautiful. The bouquet sitting on my table as I write is bursting with fragrance and bloom—tulips, jonquils, bleeding hearts, and Poet’s daffodils. Ah—Spring I love! A photograph...

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