I am Jelly Bean Jones.
Or at least, that was my secret agent name two weeks ago.
I was at Rally (Rally!), and it was Rally J, and I was a jelly bean. A JOYFUL JELLY BEAN. Named Jelly Bean. Jelly Bean Jones.
Actually my primary association with that candy is that they were the favorite of the late Ronald Reagan, which is more distressing and less joyful. Though I also realize now that jelly beans are joyful: they are like an explosion of color.
J is for joy and things that are joyful. Joyful and jubilant.
J is for Jaw-dropping. Jaw-droppingly joyful and jubilant!
J is JUMP. Jumping and bouncing. I am jumping with joy. Or for joy? Joyfully jumping. Or, possibly, I am jumping because I feel frustrated, and jumping will make me feel better. Either way, jump jump jump jump. Jump!
J is for jib, a type of sail. Relevant if you are on a pirate ship, which I am.
Speaking of pirates, J is the Jolly Roger. Or in our case, the Jolly Selma, our pirate duck flag.
J is jewels. All the jewels. I am, after all, on a diamond caper. Bond Girl knows where all the jewels are. And J is the radiant jewel of my heart.
J is jingling, like bells, because I am a bell. Sorry to have just put that song in your head. We will switch it out for another one in a minute.
J is justice, which always makes me think of Wheels of Justice.
J is journeying and journaling, two things that go well together, and one of which is often metaphorical.
J is judicious. Making decisions. Or, as Bryan says, honoring the decisions that my body has already made for me.
J is judgment, both in the sense of releasing and in the sense of discernment.
J is JUBILAAAAAAAAAAAAATION SHE LOVES ME AGAIN I fall on the floor and I’m laughing….
J is jazzed. I’m feeling jazzed! I never say that, and yet it is the most fun thing to say.
J is JAZZ HANDS. I do a lot of these, it is true.
J is juice. I am jonesing for juice.
J is juxtaposition. See above.
J is juggling and J is jiggling, things that can be both harder and easier than they look.
J is the J-lead, in the language of dance it is how you show someone that you want them to turn…
Never Dot The J, says one of my dance teachers, and for some reason that is the funniest sentence in the world.
J is just-right. Just-right. Just-right. Just-right.
J is joie de vivre, which helps me remember that yes, this moment too is just-right, just-right.
And here we are.
May it be so! And come play with me.
Thank you, letter J.
If you want to whisper words or sound effects that start with J, go for it.
If you want to share in any of the qualities and magical words I named here, you can.
They work like the salves in the Friday Chicken: just take some, there is always more.
Whispering loving spells that begin with J, for myself, and for anyone who wants…
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Jamming! I love a good jam session.
J is particularly fun because sometimes G sounds like J. One of those impostor phonemes, or maybe just twins-separated-at-birth. Jubilation and joy are wonderful J qualities that I’d like to take with me today. (There will be Judgment, given the goal of my work meeting, but with Discernment.) Long live the Joyful J qualities! Joie de vivre could be my favorite salve.
Jiminy Cricket, and all the small, wise familiars that help us become Real. <3
^ Love. So much love.
jamboree! my favorite j word. a noisy merrymaking! a large gathering! kind of like Rally!’s cousin!
Jammies. For undercover operations. And naps.
J is for Jazz hands because that phrase coupled with the visual always make me laugh! *jazz hands!*
I am singing, “Jubilaaaaaaaation…” and doing jazz hands over here.
To me, as a Spanish speaker, J will create very different words. Actually, I can’t help it, my phonological system always makes me say your name, Havi, with a J.
and laughter is jajaja so yay! I get the laughter of h and the laughter of j 🙂
Heya, Georgina ~
It’s been far-too-long since Spanish 101! 😉
I remember that spelled-with-a-J is pronounced H—- (Javier = “Hah-vee-air”); but what does spelled-with-an-H sound like?
My name begins with J 🙂
Do you know the song “Jubilee” by Mary Chapin Carpenter? A beautiful “J” word.
“Jubilee”
I can tell by the way you’re walking
That you don’t want company
So I’ll let you alone and I’ll let you walk on
And in your own good time you’ll be
Back where the sun can find you
Under the wise wishing tree
And with all of them made (Side note, I always hear this as “and with our lemonade”) we’ll lie under the shade
And call it a jubilee
And I can tell by the way you’re talking
That the past isn’t letting you go
But there’s only so long you can take it all on
And then the wrong’s gotta be on its own
And when you’re ready to leave it behind you
You’ll look back, and all that you’ll see
Is the wreckage and rust that you left in the dust
On your way to the jubilee
And I can tell by the way you’re listening
That you’re still expecting to hear
Your name being called like a summons to all
Who have failed to account for their doubts and their fears
They can’t add up to much without you
And so if it were just up to me
I’d take hold of your hand, saying come hear the band
Play your song at the jubilee
And I can tell by the way you’re searching
For something you can’t even name
That you haven’t been able to come to the table
Simply glad that you came
And when you feel like this try to imagine
That we’re all like frail boats on the sea
Just scanning the night for that great guiding light
Announcing the jubilee
And I can tell by the way you’re standing
With your eyes filling with tears
That it’s habit alone keeps you turning for home
Even though your home is right here
Where the people who love you are gathered
Under the wise wishing tree
May we all be considered then straight on delivered
Down to the jubilee
‘Cause the people who love you are waiting
And they’ll wait just as long as need be
When we look back and say those were halcyon days
We’re talking ’bout jubilee
–Mary Chapin Carpenter
Dear k. ~
Thank you so much for that poem/song! Brilliant!
Must.Find.Video!!!
I *love* that song! (And many other songs by Chapin. She’s a great writer.)
Appreciating this especially now. Thank you.
You’re welcome.
Thanks to MCC and to Havi for sharing words of love, healing, and wisdom.
I hope someday we’ll all meet up at the jubilee.
<3
Oh, Ms Jones! I wonder if you are related to my secret agent Mr Supergravity Jones. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least.
Yes to jazz hands! I like to do them knuckles-down, like Wallace having an exciting cheese moment.
xoxox
One of my earliest memories involves the song Cecilia sung to me by a teenager when I was about four. Happy memory!
So jubilation and joy and jumping for me, despite still being down with a sinus infection. Singing and humming and happy music.
Oh my gosh, I just remembered this old Sesame Street song that I used to like!
“J, jump, joyful, jumble around,
Juniper, Jan, Jane, John,
J, jump, joyful, jumble around
Jack-in-the-box jumpin’ all over town,
Jingle, jangle, jump, summer day,
Big J swingin’, flyin’, singin’,
J, jump, joyful, jumble around
On a just-nice day with the jumpin’-est Js in town!”
J is for my last name: Johannessen.
Spelled like Mississippi, and the longest way around “Johnson” ever!
also Joyful – love me some Joyful! joyful heart, joyful colors, joyfully standing UP and being seen!!
J for just – as in just in time to pick up my spirits as I played the Cecilia song and thought about her name being Jejelia instead…
J for jejejeje – the way my sister-in-law spells hahaha when she’s texting me funny things about my nephew because she’s from Nicaragua and j sounds like h there…
J for jumping jacks and images in my minds of kids doing them off-rhythm in gym (jim) class which totally makes me laugh jejejejeje
J for just because…
Just breathe.
Also *just remember.* So many things to remember that could help me feel better and safe and good.
Maybe today I make a Just List. Just do these things and everything will be okay.
Jelly. The kind my sister makes with fresh fruits from the farmer’s market. Plum. Strawberry. Grape. Marmalade for Paddington Bear. Some kind with a jalapeno (another J!) that I pass on.
But mostly, my Just List. Which will maybe have just two things on it: Just breathe. Just remember. Even if I only remember to just breathe, I think everything else will be just wonderful. Just wonderful. Yes. <3
It’s not pronounced! The h is soundless 😀 which is why i get to have both laughters haha and jaja.
Oh, Fun! :))