Photo by Author Jenny Lane c'est moi!

About Moi~Jenny Lane in Words

Jenny Lane
11 min readMar 18, 2022

I’d like to turn this into a poem, so I can dance between the spaces instead, because after four decades on the planet, I still don’t know how to define myself in words. So, here I go.

Photo by Author Jenny Lane

Jenny, the loving?

Jenny, the changer?

Jenny, the encourager?

Jenny, the artist?

I am Jenny.

I am.

I am.

This is going nowhere fast.

Jenny, the rambler?

Maybe I’ll put some pictures in here to help me illustrate the words along the way.

Baby Jenny standing up, hanging on with two hands to the wooden crib railing smiling the rainbow on the white wall behind her
Baby Jenny, the rainbow was painted by my Aunt, notice it’s backwards. I will draw rainbows this way for the rest of my life. :) Photo by Author’s Mom.

My Mom says I was a pretty happy baby. After my mother’s seventy-two hours of labor (God bless her) guess I decided it was time to come into (pulled into?) this world and give her some happy after that ordeal.

The setting of my childhood was idyllic, a cottage by a lake. Lake in the front, lake in the back (and sometimes in the kitchen.)

Birch tree in top left corner on a Sunny day most of the photo is smooth calm lake with a few sailboats off in the distance, it’s a deep blue, the sky is a light blue with sirrus clouds. On the opposite shore there are many trees.
The front beach of the cottage by a lake. Photo by Author, Jenny Lane
3 year old Jenny with two little pigtails in a blue bathing suit (in the lake) with a mischievous smile popping up from behind a large black rock by the shore
Little Jenny, scaring the bejesus out of her Grams as she frantically called me, popped up, Hi Grams I’m here! Photo by Author’s Mom

As an only child, on a street with essentially no other children, my playground was the cove in the backyard and the lake, that wrapped around to the front.

All of nature became my friend. The creatures were my companions, from the dragonflies, turtles and snakes to the chipmunks and squirrels. When I wasn’t outside, my inside friend was in the creation of art.

If it was Summer, I’d spend all day in the water. I am a water baby. Love being by the water, in the water, it centers me.

Jenny Lane

An overthinking human who writes to make room in her mind and peace in our hearts. Art and words are my love letters to the world.