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My Facebook Page / Ma Page Facebook

Invitation to my Facebook Page !

I would like to inform You that recently I created a Facebook Page called Le Blog de JayJay always linked to my Blog on WordPress.
Here is the URL:
Thank you in advance for your visit and have a nice day!

Invitation vers ma Page Facebook !

Je tiens à Vous informer que dernièrement j’ai créé une Page Facebook intitulée Le Blog de JayJay toujours en lien avec mon Blog sur WordPress.
Voici donc l’adresse URL:
Merci à l’avance de votre visite et bonne journée à Vous !

👍© Jeannette Bourassa 2022

Publié dans Articles, Plateau / Milestone

⌛ 4 Years | 4 Ans

4 years on WordPress

I am proud to have completed 4 years on WordPress. Thank you very much for your support and encouragement. It is therefore with positivity that I begin my 5th year on WP. Good continuity to you my dear WordPress friends. Long life to your Blog.

Thanks also to my son Dany Riendeau for all his encouragement during the last 4 years. He has his own Website on WordPress ⇒

4 années sur WordPress

Je suis fière d’avoir complété 4 années sur WordPress. Merci beaucoup de votre soutien et de vos encouragements. C’est donc avec positivité que j’entreprend ma 5e année sur WP. Bonne continuité à Vous mes chers(ères) amis(es) WordPress. Longue vie à votre Blog.

Un gros Merci aussi à mon fils Dany Riendeau pour tous ses encouragements au cours de ces 4 années. Il a son Site Web sur WordPress ⇒

©Jeannette Bourassa 2022

Publié dans Articles, Pensées

Eternal youth | Jeunesse éternelle

Eternal youth !

Eternal youth ! It is possible to be as fiery at 70 as at 17. Our eyes sometimes become jaded from everything they have seen, but our hearts never grow old. It is in the love that dwells in us that we draw our eternal youth, the energy we need to continue.

Jeunesse éternelle !

Jeunesse éternelle ! Il est possible d’être aussi fougueux à 70 ans qu’à 17 ans. Nos yeux deviennent parfois blasés de tout ce qu’ils ont vu, mais jamais notre Coeur ne vieillit , lui. C’est dans l’amour qui nous habite que nous puisons notre jeunesse éternelle, l’énergie dont nous avons besoin pour continuer.

Jeannette Bourassa 2021

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There is no death

There is no death

There is no death! The stars go down
To rise upon some other shore,
And bright in heaven’s jeweled crown
They shine forevermore.

There is no death! The forest leaves
Convert to life the viewless air;
The rocks disorganize to feed
The hungry moss they bear.

There is no death! The dust we tread
Shall change, beneath the summer showers
To golden grain, or mellowed fruit,
Or rainbow-tinted flowers.

There is no death! The leaves may fall,
And flowers may fade and pass away-
They only wait, through wintry hours,
The warm, sweet breath of May.

There is no death! The choicest gifts
That heaven hath kindly lent to earth
Are ever first to seek again
The country of their birth.

And all things that for growth or joy
Are worthy of our love or care,
Whose loss has left us desolate,
Are safely garnered there.

Though life becomes a desert waste,
We know it’s fairest, sweetest flowers,
Transplanted into Paradise,
Adorn immortal bowers.

The voice of birdlike melody
That we have missed and mourned so long,
Now mingles with the angel choir
In everlasting song.

There is no death! Although we grieve
When beautiful, familiar forms
That we have learned to love are torn
From our embracing arms-

They are not dead! They have but passed
Beyond the mists that blind us here
Into the new and larger life
Of that serener sphere.

Although with bowed and breaking heart,
With sable garb and silent tread,
We bear their senseless dust to rest,
And say that they are ‘dead,’

They have but dropped their robe of clay
To put their shining raiment on;
They have not wandered far away-
They are not ‘lost nor ‘gone.’

Though disenthralled and glorified
They still are here and love us yet;
The dear ones they have left behind
They never can forget.

And sometimes, when our hearts grow faint
Amid temptations fierce and deep,
Or when the wildly raging waves
Of grief or passion sweep,

We feel upon our fevered brow
Their gentle touch, their breath of balm;
Their arms enfold us, and our hearts
Grow comforted and calm.

And ever near us, though unseen,
The dear, immortal spirits tread-
For all the boundless universe
Is Life- there are no dead!

John Luckey McCreery

Thanks for reading my articles !

Jeannette Bourassa 2021