A poem for International Women’s Day, New Frontiers digital art and poem, by Joan Ellen Gage

I have to say that
the women I meet these days, as
peers and otherwise,
are smart and savvy.
They are really out there
breaking up the male empire
and enjoyingit.
This sisterhood of women
is such a positive force, and
whether we realize it, or
not, the truth is,
women are changing
their worlds, and
it is apparent to them.
Even if the rest of the planet cannot
see this alteration,
It does not matter. It is
our own perception that does.
Women have visualized
a new reality, and made it theirs,
they now operate within this new order.
We are cowgirls of
the new frontier,
Making and breaking up rules,
we ride bareback into
dangerous deserts, canyons,
and boardrooms,
while twirling our iPhones.
And, when we wear our silver spurs,
they haven’t got
a chance!
From the book Water Running Downhill,
by Joan Ellen Gage
OTHER WEBSITE:  https://joans-zone.com/
STRANGER IN A STRANGE SKIN: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/95140
©All creative works by Joan Ellen Gage are her exclusive property, and Joan maintains the legal rights to them.

Women Who Serve; Digital Art and Poetry for Caregivers, by Joan Ellen Gage

Daily, they bring me
The stories of their
Lives and loves
These tales speak
To me on a very
Personal level, as
These stories may
Evolve to include mine
These women tell me
Of lives spent
Taking care of everyone
Beginning with raising children
Encompassing perhaps twenty years
And of their being a helpmate
To their spouses, and doing
The never-ending household chores
But, these years of child-rearing
Were closely followed with
The care taking of these women’s
Failing parents; a role reversal where
The parents seemed
To become the children
This was a difficult duty
But it was a duty done out of love
Lastly, the women spoke of
The deterioration of their spouses
Many of these women
Had no funds for outside help
And often were frail themselves
But they bravely served
At their spouses sides
And offered up their
Often-thankless support
Waging a war until the end
There are no purple hearts
For care-giving, and no memorials
This is the reality of women’s lives
This may become your existence and mine
Please, learn by this lesson
This is our time; fly and be free!
Joan Ellen Gage
from the book
Water Running Downhill! 
For my dear friend, Elisa. Rest in peace, Dario. 
STRANGER IN A STRANGE SKIN: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/95140
©All creative works by Joan Ellen Gage are her exclusive property, and Joan maintains the legal rights to them.

By Design: A poem for National Womens’ Breast Cancer Awareness Month, by Joan Ellen Gage

This poem is from Joan Ellen Gage’s book, Water Running Downhill. Below the text, you will see a link with the author reading the poem. Gage created this image using a photo animation program. The Website Water Running Downhill no longer exists. Joan’s other website is listed below.

OTHER WEBSITE https://joans-zone.com/
FACEBOOK PAGE: https://www.facebook.com/yourpersonalcheerleaderJoanEllenGage/
EMBRACING YOUR INNER CHEERLEADER: http://www.amazon.com/Embracing-Your-Inner-Cheerleader-ebook/dp/B0086WW7AA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&
STRANGER IN A STRANGE SKIN: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/95140
WATER RUNNING DOWNHILL, ROSE EDITION: http://www.amazon.com/Water-Running-Downhill-Words-Empowerment/dp/0692571965/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1447021563&sr=1-1&keywords=water+running+downhill%2C+words+of+empowerment%2C+rose+edition
A Redhead Looks at 60: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss/189-7867874-1973650?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=a+redhead+looks+at+60
 ©All creative works by Joan Ellen Gage are her exclusive property, and Joan maintains the legal rights to them.


The Fountain of ‘Spoof’

Karen in the Fountain of ‘Spoof’
Blessings, everyone!  Please enjoy the poem.
Fountain of Spoof

First come the little
“Smile” lines by the eyes.
After a while, lines deepen
And are followed by brow furrows,
Complemented with “marionette” lines
On each side of the mouth.
(I swear that is what those in the know
Are calling them!)
Our first defense consists of lotions
And creams that we literally slather
On our skin; most of these products
Don’t do much, or live up to our expectations.
I personally will attest to this; however,
I continue to try the latest and greatest
Hoping for a mini-miracle or at least
Some hint of positive progress.
I guess I’ll settle for preventive maintenance
I.E. try to stay where I’m at,
Rather than trying to reverse the
Hands of time on the ‘wrinkle clock’.
We certainly need to smile more;
Nothing looks better on us.
Let’s work on keeping our chins up
Even if we have to pull ’em up and tie them there!

From the book, Water Running Downhill!
by Joan Ellen Gage 



STRANGER IN A STRANGE SKIN: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/95140
©All creative works by Joan Ellen Gage are her exclusive property, and Joan maintains the legal rights to them.


STRANGER IN A STRANGE SKIN: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/95140
©All creative works by Joan Ellen Gage are her exclusive property, and Joan maintains the legal rights to them.


Well, you have to admit, it has it’s possibilities!  Although, flesh can be more becoming.  
I have gone under the “knife”, and have an improved shoulder.  Now, I have to behave for a few weeks–drat!  Oh, and then we’ll do the other shoulder!
Honestly, it’s for the best.  I can’t keep trying to do “normal” stuff with a torn rotator cuff.  
But, I can use the left arm, and my right fingers–somewhat at first, then there will be improvement week by week.  I just want to do things for myself.  No stubbornness there!
Just so you know, I concocted this blog post pre-surgery.  I thought it would be fun to make bionic “me”.
Blessings to all of my friends!  Time will pass quickly and I’ll be back to “normal?”, soon.
Loving the Stranger Within

So how do I come to accept and love

This somewhat changed  and

Rearranged self?

First, I have to spend some one on one time

With me and myself

Get to know the old/new girl

Learn what inspires her

Secondly, I must exercise self-love

No matter what—

It is still my body, my flesh

This is how I look and it’s fine

Mourning Our Youth

I’m Cracking Up!

I read an interesting article recently that I found in the February issue of More Magazine  The author, Emily Listfield,  talked about going through a period of mourning for your lost  youth. Listfield sites the book, Face It: What Women Really Feel As Their Looks Change, by Vivian Diller, PhD.  Diller’s take on letting go of wanting to look young, was you wouldn’t be able to move on and love the person you are now if you are still clinging to your youth.  She may have something there.
When I look at my journey for the last several years, I can see my “youth” slipping away from me as if I am sliding down a snowy slope in slow motion.  Slip by slip the menopause weight piles on–subtle at first, then suddenly you cannot fit into any of your clothes.  On the positive side, I really like having breasts, finally.  But, why do they seem to slip into my armpits and show themselves on my back, really?
The skin is next; it seemed to go renegade on me, starting with lines and creases, then age spots and other interesting growths.  Plus, I get pre-cancerous and cancerous lesions.  My dermatologist and I keep a close watch on my skin.
And don’t get me started on the spider veins, and other exciting blue veins!  I actually had the salt water injections in my legs twice, as I was turning 50.  This unfortunately did nothing.
Also, I’m not bringing up the aches and pains from numerous areas of my body.  I just try to keep it moving!

So how do we get used to the “self” that keeps changing?  I guess since it doesn’t happen quickly we adjust by degrees. I’m not sure that we ever really get over how we once looked in our prime.  Here’s hoping that we have lots of time to figure it out!

Ciao Babies!
Here’s a poem from my first book,  Water Running Downhill!



Here I am

In the middle
Of me

Trying to redefine
My identity
At the precipice of
Midlife, i.e.

I’ve said it
The “M” word
(Sounding the death knell
Of youthfulness, as we know it!)

Enter the curse of middle age
See . . .
Skin sag, lines deepen
Into the antithesis
Of “perky”

Zombies, recite the litany:
“I’m not getting older
I’m getting better”
The Golden Years
(Such rubbish)

Forget that tired rhetoric
News flash!  We are supposed to age
We are not Barbie dolls
We are people
Let’s not fear our natural metamorphosis
May we embrace who we are and
Who we are becoming, with fortitude
We are powerful; we are WOMEN!

New eBook , Stranger In A Strange Skin

Hello! Yes, I am actually writing on my blog! The reason being, I have a new eBook that was published this week. The link is:


This is a free eBook, which actually is a something of a marketing device. Stranger In A Strange Skin, contains some new material, excerpts from Water Running Downhill!, and excerpts from my next book Empowering Your Inner Cheerleader!

I realize that eBooks are not books in print, although they can be. I am expecting the next book, Empowering Your Inner Cheerleader! to be both.

I also have a new blogger site,the Joan-Zone. With this site, I am planning to host someone, starting with every month, who strives to help women in some great or small way. So please let me know if anyone you know fits the bill!

The house in North Carolina should be finished at the end of the year. We should be moving up sometime in late winter, early spring, I think! I am excited and terrified at the same time!

Let me know if you know a dentist in western N.C. who needs a part-time dental hygienist!

Blessings to you and yours!


Getting On With "It"!

Mired In The Florida Sand

Yep, that’s me. Self-mired for the last few years in Central Florida. I have felt like I drove up from Delray Beach, got my “tires” stuck in the sand, and here I sit!

Before the move, I felt that I was so close to success, both Rob and I had good jobs and were financially solvent. We had a lovely small cottage and I had cleaning help for two years after back surgery. I had a wonderful circle of girlfriends who were fun and key in pushing me to write and self-publish my book.

I was in a writing cycle; it felt obsessive, but, now I know that is the nature of creativity. Even though I spent a lot of time on the writing, I had energy from the process that helped me with the domestic chores.

But, life moves on, and changes–that is the nature of life. I have had good times here; they are just different. Success cannot be measured by how much money one makes–it never has and never will be the right criteria.

I am trying to find my imprint at this stage of the game. I look at my image and am not sure who I am just now, not fully. “Joan” is a work in progress–under construction at the moment! I am in the journey, although it is so slow that it is almost imperceptible.

Blessings on you all, today. Do something nice for someone and for yourself, too–and smile!


Joan the Turtle