I’ve been here with Troy and Simone and it has snowed and been beautiful.

I’ve waited 13 years to see wild turkey on the place. I’d been told there were flocks of them in times gone by. Suddenly here they are, encouraged by a little corn.

Turkeys from the kitchen window. I never thought I'd see the day! Those trees you see, I planted them when they were saplings. Being at the ranch makes me viscerally conscious of time passing which has its upside (make the most of it) and it's downside (existential angst. Life's passing quickly).

The turkeys came back the next day for more corn when the snow had melted. They’ve become quite domesticated and, no, I’m not marking one as dinner next Thanksgiving!

The snow didn’t stick but the ranch looked its winter-beautiful self.

I love the reddish color of the willows in winter, especially against the snow.

Saturday night we went to the Pecos High School where the Panthers basketball team was playing the team from the New Mexico Military Academy in Roswell. It was an important game. One they needed to win to go on to the state Championships.

They played really well and had a large team of talented cheerleaders. They won 90 to 67!

After the game we all went to Harry’s Roadhouse just off I25 close to Santa Fe. This place is open for Breakfast, lunch and dinner, doesn’t take reservations but, let me tell you, the food is wonderful and so is the atmosphere. Great for families and big groups because it’s very reasonable. At any time of day you’ll see the parking lot full. We ordered a gluten-free margherita pizza which was yummy and I had the best turkey meatloaf ever!

Now I’m back in L.A. but happy knowing that in a few weeks I’ll be back at ranch with 6 friends from Atlanta.

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  1. Shame on you! I hope Troy is telling those turkeys that you had the meatloaf! When you return in 6 wks it’ll be hell to pay! REVENGE OF THE TURKEYS! Good luck……..

    • JANE FONDA, estou lendo seu livro que comprei essa semana, estou gostando muito, parabens…espero que um dia venha a são paulo – brasil, sou muita fã de seu trabalho no cinema…quem sabe poderei conhecer vc…bjos…obrigado, e continue trabalhando no cinema….vc e uma pessoa muito boa e uma grande e linda atriz……obrigado osmar…

  2. I can’t say for sure if it’s winter or spring here in Ohio. Last week we had a snowstorm sufficiently intense enough that the children got a snow day. It was only the second they’ve had this year, and a development that, of course, earned their instant elation.

    Then, a few days later, we had a weekend during which the temperature shot up to 69 degrees! From ice storms to balmy blue skies and chirruping, darting birds in the blink of an eye. That’s Ohio weather for you!

    Of course, I hadn’t time to go out and fully enjoy it, as I’ve been asked to write a screenplay about Cervantes. Which means I had to hermetically seal myself inside my writing room, break out Don Quixote to refresh my memory, and float along to the beautiful strains of Joaquin Rodrigo (Concerto de Aranjuez) for inspiration. I did, however, have my window open, and while glued to Final Draft, listened to the calming whisper of susurrating leaves and the scents of a new season stirring into yet another cycle of rebirth.

    Beautiful turkeys and willows, by the way. Troy looks absolutely delighted.

  3. It was nice seeing Jane Fonda at the game (: and supporting the community! I also saw her before that eating at Frankies Casanova while I was with my best friend 🙂 hopefully she’ll be back in time to watch the state Spirit Championship and see the Pecos Cheerleaders compete and the Boys Basketball State Tournament!!

  4. I’m not going to “promise” that this is the last time I’m going to say anything. Clearly I don’t mean that. My drawings are seemingly gone; ps, you should address wahtever asshole is using your name as a “Foundation”, that is shitty. I feel like such a stupid. I am ??? enamoured with you, for sure, I freely admit that; but, it has nothing to do with how you are; it is simply who you are. There is a difference, I think; and with most “famous” people, you can’t really see it. A person sees it with you; or I did. I love you just because. My little girl self got a whole lot from you. She is unsettled, especially about her drawings, and they are hers. I just was the hands through which she could express it. I am not a drawer. I will really really try to quiet her down, about you, and so then be able to leave you alone. You have come flooding back in to her life for some reason, in to my life; and so I have to believe it is for a reason. I love your pictures of the turkeys…

  5. It looks so peaceful. I need a place like that to rejuvenate. I think I would be taking long walks all day long. So beautiful. What kind of animals, besides the turkeys, do you see on your property?

    • Bear (I had one come into my bedroom back in ’02 and head right for my grandson’s crib. I scared him out…but that’s a long a funny story), mountain lion, bob cat (saw one on my porch awhile back), deer, ring tail cats, coyotes, jack rabbit, it’s pretty much wilderness bordering National Forest

      • Dear Jane,

        This may not be the perfect place to respond in that it doesn’t relate to the above captions, however; I have been reading and navigating for some time and have to post as my day is half over.

        You are a spectacularly courageous and beautiful lady. I have followed you for decades and it is VERY rare to see a star who stands for something other than fame, fortune and fiction. That’s what many of their lives are comprised of. Your life goes much deeper for many reasons and I truly believe that those reasons started with your amazing father, whom I adore.

        I have been a Christian since I was 15-years-old. I am now 52. I have read the Bible, studied it in college for years, been to the churches every Christian sect on the planet, written the Christian children’s book: Princess Panny – Not Princess Nobody, divorced a monster 22 years ago, seen the power of God miraculously heal my son on 3/24/2011 from a chronic disability and like you – have and do dance with the Father. I would love to have a viral cup of coffee with you and talk about some unresolved questions that you bring up about Christianity, the church and your feelings on the feminist movement, which I also support. My email address is: [email protected]
        Thank you for letting me share!
        God bless,
        Janice Marie Alexander

      • Heaven on Earth, great time to appreciate nature.

  6. How beautiful and serene!

  7. You didn’t mark one of those turkeys for next Thanksgiving but it obviously gave you an appetite for the turkey meatloaf. Love that!

    • Oops, Jason. Leave it to you to pick up on that! I didn’t think of it. But those are gobblers I’m getting to know. I don’t eat friends.

      • I got your reply… thank you.

        • I hope I ever get to meet you….

        • Nancy, I’m so sorry. xxx

          • I hope you kept that poem on purpose, and my letter. I sent a message, an e-mail, to my counselor, asking if she still had it. I don’t. I wrote that on the computer, and sent it to her, and I printed it one time. That was the only copy I had. If she doesn’t have it, still, I will need that back; a copy of it. I don’t “keep” things that I send on the computer. I don’t keep much of anything. I will keep your typed response to me, and ?? seemingly ?? hand written name. I hope you wrote your name.. Again, I know I must seem strange; I am not, I assure you of that. I am finding my way, that’s all. And I should.


            This song, today, reminds me of you. I am sure, very sure, that you have thousands of people that ??? want you to know them. We are like the junkies and homeless; “we all wanted something”… there are too many us, I am sure. I hope I at least touched you somehow. I really will leave you alone now. This was a good thing song for me, tonight; one I have loved for a long time, never so poignant as it is right now. I am a Jane Fonda “junkie” for sure…. I want it to mean something to you. I never thought of you as famous.. I just thought of you.

          • Thank you, Nancy. You have touched me

  8. Troy looks really good with a little stuble…just saying, not lusting.

    Anyway, what are those half barrel looking things in picture five, they look like half propane tanks.

    Other Questions: one do you know Forrest Fenn? and do you know where he hid his treasure? (HA)

    I love it when wildlife shows up , I live rural and it happens here also. Was sitting outside one night with my cat, when I heard a russel and while I froze, (it was a BIG russle)she marched right around to see what it was. We have a mountain lion making the rounds.
    Tired of the cold though, so glad I live in a warm place, similar to NM.

    I was watching colorado public tv last night, , and the movie ‘Seeds of Death’ came on produced by Gary Null. Would love to see that on regular tv, I think the USA needs to see it. It is very well put together, and very important.
    Maybe you could see the movie , to see what you think. I sent a note to the President and First Lady, so if they don’t have me hauled away, maybe they will watch it also.
    Anyway, have a great Spring! You have taken advantage of your life and that is admirable.
    Thanks for sharing!

    • C, those “half tanks” are cloth hoops which cover growing vegetables. It’s called a hooped garden. Can grow veggies year-round

      • I meant ‘stubble’ of course.

        Thanks, been thinking about how to grow my own as well. That looks like a good method. Finding normal seeds may be the issue.

  9. wow, sorry Jane, should have spell checked today!
    its ‘stubble’ and rustling…
    anyway, the corn you fed the turkeys made me think of the movie ‘Seeds of Death’ and that is why I mentioned that.

  10. Hi Jane
    Nice to see a little nature on your blog, and I think its rather endearing that you went to the local High School sports event. Oh the simple pleasures in life.
    Pretty photos especially by the river. I like to take photos by water, I find it representative of the nurturing of life. Its thoughtful. Although not something I do very often, but in the past I have made some very special images beside water.
    The birds look like the picture of health, I’m sure you made them very happy with the corn. The first photo is quite beautiful, with the shallow depth of focus, thanks for sharing them.

  11. I always love it when you post pictures at the ranch. It must be hard to leave there. So much beauty. We have the turkeys on our place sometimes too. They travel a circuit, I think. Always fun especially when the toms go courting with those tail feathers out and totally doing their dance

  12. FYI: in case you want to see it:, Forrest Fenn ‘The Thrill of the Chase’ hid one million plus gold and artifacts somewhere north of Sante Fe above 5000 ft, and wrote a poem with 9 clues. Anyone who finds it , keeps it.

  13. Awesome photos! Last Fall, the entire neighborhood (my location) was excited by the beautiful but brief visit of two wild turkeys roaming thru out each resident’s lot. I had an encounter with one up close and finally got my chance. Some bird feed had been scattered out of my bird feeder in the front yard. So on that cold morning of Oct 22nd, I race out to my driveway, preparing to drive on out to school and right as started to back out , lol I saw this head appear from behind in the rear view mirror. Put the car in park and climbed out… there in full view was the enormous male turkey with his feathers and all fluffed out and gorgeous! He just stood there and walked around my car slowly. I figured out why, he was guarding his mate. I looked over into the yard , near the bird feeder mentioned , the female was just walking along eating the bird seed off the ground. It was just an encounter of two beautiful creatures I have ever seen. I found later that a neighbor had been feeding both of them personally on his own property. So , the neighborhood treats them as local pets in a way. So for Thanksgiving of 2012 , I made sure my plate was vegetables only… Lol I hope I see the duo again next year. Your ranch photos are great! 🙂

  14. I used to be, too. But not so much anymore. Thank you, Jane.. a lot. You have mattered to me for a very long time; and she reminds me of it, all of the time. She smiled a great big smile today, all over smile, that somehow she connected with you. I know that’s probably weird and whatever. It doesn’t feel weird or whatever. She matters to me, and today, she felt like she mattered to you. I am very ?? not sorry ??? for that. I have this, it is mine, and so that is okay. You have helped me be “okay” for a long time. So don’t be sorry… She loves you; I love you. I know you don’t know me, and I know you must get tons of people that wish to know you. My little girl self “knew” you. It was a gift, is a gift; so please don’t be sorry. I feel xxx’d 🙂

  15. This place looks so amazing. I’m catching up on Breaking Bad now so I keep thinking about it. (Have you seen that show? If you haven’t, you should!) One needs peace and quiet every once in a while. I bet it was refreshing to you to be free after the exhausting Oscar week etc.

    Gosh, food… I’m always hungry. 😀 😀

    Jane, are you coming to Europe anytime soon? It just keeps rolling in my head that it would be awesome to see you in person. 😀

  16. I remember your visit at the main entrance to LA County hospital in the early 1970’s when I was learning to be a physician. I remember that day like yesterday. My interest in joining your site was prompted as much by my admiration for your courage at that difficult time in our past as by a recent visit to Vietnam and a stay at the Metropole with a visit to the bomb shelter. I can understand all the venom that is directed at you, but you and I, along with many others, not the least of whom are the Vietnamese themselves, fully know that we, not our government, are on the right side of history. Yes, many Americans served “honorably” in a immoral and unjustified conflict, based on many lies and false pretenses. I just wish they could get beyond their hate and spite, and recognize that awful conflict for what is really was. It is also very instructive to see how the Vietnamese themselves have moved beyond that time, are looking forward and most don’t seem to harbor any animosity towards us. I wish more Americans felt the same way. And here we keep going on with endless wars, all based on lies and misconceptions….You are, and have been for a long time, one of my American heros…please keep up your activism. Thank you.

  17. I almost sent my “book” to you, today. I felt kind of weird about it. I’ve had this little ?? connection ?? and I am glad of it. I do want you to see this part. And please don’t post it; I just want you to read it. You have been a huge part of my life. HUGE It is all subtle, and all probably not very important, really. To me it was… I sort of ?? evolved, and thought about you always. I don’t mean to make this sound at all that I imagine you in a sexual way; and there is not easy or short way to explain why I thought about you like that at all. I am gay, for sure; you were kind of “Sprit Mother”, more than you ever were sexual. I am not sure how to say any of that. I was a very ?? abused little girl. It is curious that you have been such an advocate for that, and I didn’t really know it until recently. You matter to me, in a very big way.

    “My mother got re-married when I was twelve. I loved him; he was a very quiet man, scary quiet sometimes. He had lots going on in his head. His senior trip in high school was the Viet Nam war. He never talked very much about that. We were talking one time, still getting to know each other, and he asked what my favorite movie was. I said On Golden Pond. I said that I loved that movie, and that I LOVED Jane Fonda. That was probably the only time, at that age, that I made any mention of “liking” girls. He said that a lot of his brothers hated her. I didn’t understand what he was talking about, he didn’t even have any brothers. I didn’t ask what he was talking about, but I did ask if he hated her. He very quickly answered; “no.” I was relieved. And for a minute, at twelve years old, I was openly “gay”. I loved Jane Fonda like my friends that were girls loved John Travolta, or whoever. Jane Fonda became one of my all time favorite places to go in my head. And as I moved through my life and all of everything that changes, she still is one of my favorite places to go. Sometimes sexual, sometimes Spirit Motherly; probably the first place those two things got mixed together and it didn’t feel confusing.”

    • Nancy, I’m sorry but I’m not able to read your book. I have so much on my plate and no time for extracurricular reading.

  18. Hi Jane,

    When will the interview with Oprah be shown on TV? Please keep us, your monsters posted!! 🙂


    • I mean monsters in law. Sorry! 🙁


    • Oprah is shown April 7th and the Good Morning america will be shown April 9th.

  19. Ms. Fonda,

    I just watched an interview you gave on Charlie Rose’s show. This was during the time your second book had been published. As often happens, I enjoyed it. Listening to someone speak who has gained wisdom and is kind enough to share it is both insightful and special. In the interview, you mentioned Ms. Hepburn and what she taught you as both an actress and as a human being living her third act. As I sat watching, I realized that you have been handed the baton; you are becoming, in the most glorious way, the “arch.”

    At 42 years old, I have already begun my life review. In fact, I seem always to have done it. The reason, I think, has to due with my father’s death, which occurred when I was a child. Given that he died when I was nine years old, I was struck by mortality’s inevitability at a very young age. Watching someone as he or she approaches the end of his or her life has a way of shedding from such an equation that which becomes more or less inconsequential. The important things remain.

    Were my father and I close? Yes, we were. Never contentious. But he was a quiet man, in no way extroverted. Really, I’ve always been closer to my mother. Her strength, her courage, her beauty, her ability to survive and to give to others — these are qualities whose importance has not been lost on me.

    In the interview, you spoke of regrets. One of the central ones was to reach the end of your life and not to have known real, authentic intimacy.

    This is a regret that I have. It’s not about sex. I went through years during which I thought sex would fill a void. But then I realized that sex is an expression of love; it is not love in the whole sense of the emotion. Sex without love leaves one feeling rather empty.

    But it’s difficult for me to get genuinely close to others. I’m a nice person; I’m polite to others; I’m a good listener. For some reason people find me intelligent and come to me when they’ve problems and are seeking advice. I do my best to offer kind, pragmatic advice. It’s something at which I must be adept, for it continues to happen. But allowing others to be really close to me? To actually see me? It doesn’t happen.

    In Klute, there’s a scene in which Bree is talking with her therapist, and Bree talks about her budding relationship with John Klute. Bree is very confused by it, for it seems she can’t get past allowing another human being to see her for the person she really is. And, as a result, she finds herself trying to destroy it. She wishes she didn’t, but there it is.

    That is, essentially, my experience with regard to the relationships I’ve had. I haven’t been involved in a romantic relationship in fourteen years. It’s not that I mind being alone, as it were; it’s the loneliness that I find to be the problem. Years ago, when I still considered myself active in relationships, I’d let it go only so far before I sabotaged it. I didn’t realize it at the time, not really; but with hindsight, I can now discern a pattern.

    I’ve made concessions in my life, and about them I do not complain. I’ve never married, but I have a family: mother, sister, niece, and nephew. Upon me they depend. I don’t see it as a burden; I’m glad I can be here for them. But that, writing, studying film, eating, sleeping, and working comprise the whole of my existence. I tell myself, This is the life you’ve chosen. Be grateful for it. And I must be, for I don’t feel betrayed or as if I’ve been cheated.

    So what’s the problem then? I find I’m asking myself again and again.

    I guess I’m still, in part, that nine-year-old child who is still seeking answers. Who feels so much, yet is frightened to let others inside that very private circle that is himself. I’ve felt this for so long that it’s become commonplace, as natural as breathing. And it has damaged my sense of self-worth. People speak of how smart I am (“John’s brilliant,” friends and family say), and while it’s flattering, I have trouble believing it. Often what I feel like is a fraud.

    I’m 42, still young-looking (I still get carded believe it or not), and I’m considered a great person. To pay the bills, I wait tables, and always I earn the nicest compliments and have guests who return to see me. I suppose this is because I genuinely love serving others. I offer them a part of myself, but the element of professionalism provides a buffer.

    But again there rises always the feeling: I’m not good enough. Even with my writing. People who’ve read my work speak highly of it. But I look at my work, realize it’s good, and yet cannot truly FEEL it. Self-doubt rises up. That little voice in my head scoffs and speaks in a demeaning tone: You think you’re a writer? Others say you’re a writer and you’ve talent? Ha! What do they know? What do YOU know?

    With regard to my writing, I’m not interested in fame. It’s not about that. What excites me is the idea of the collaborative endeavor: of one day working with great people, disturbing the molecules in the air, and working together toward a similar vision; of taking that vision and offering it to others for purposes of entertainment and instruction. To me, that’s what art is at its best.

    Am I perfectionist? I try not to be one. I recall something you said to Patty Duke back in 1986. It was after you’d made The Morning After and TMC was having an awards month. You were up that year for The Morning After, and TMC was showing Klute. Ms. Duke asked you about perfection, to which you said that if your goal was to be perfect every time and only to win awards — “Shhht! Paralysis!” were your words.

    I’ve always remembered that. It is my mantra. And yet my sense of self-worth — for myself and my work — seems always to be consigned to the fathomless depths.

    And it feeds this fear I have — a fear I want and need so desperately to shed. The idea of reaching 50 and still being plagued by regrets — both personally and artistically — terrifies me.

    Am I afraid to succeed? I ask myself. Am I trying to sabotage my art as I have my relationships? Could that be it? And if so, what to do?

    Please forgive me. I’m not used to exposing my feelings this way; of eschewing what that little voice in my head is saying (at the moment: You’ll delete this message; you’ll never send it; you haven’t the nerve) and allowing myself to be emotionally naked and vulnerable in front of another person.

    But I admire you so very much. And these are internal conflicts with which you’ve dealt. You’ve written and spoken of them with such bravery and honesty.

    What I’m saying is I’m directionless, treading water, and have nowhere else to turn. And I don’t want to be this way. But everything I do to try to change it doesn’t work. Sometimes it seems the very things I love artistically are becoming anathema to me. Which is extremely terrifying.

    Sorry to lay this on your doorstep. But perhaps you know of how one can locate and point the compass. Wit’s end is what it is.

    And, that mocking little voice be damned, I’m hitting “Submit Comment” before I give myself the chance to change my mind.

    Warm regards,


    • Dear John, Thank you for being so vulnerable. I’m wondering if, perhaps, you aren’t suffering from depression. You sound a little like I felt in the mid 90s when, later, I was able to see that I was in a state of depression. I took anti-depressants for a year or so (took awhile to find the right one for me and went to a psychopharmacologist to get diagnosed) and it made all the difference in the world. And, in time, I was able to discontinue the meds. Think about it. xxx Jane

      • Ms. Fonda,

        Thank you for your response and advice. You didn’t have to do that, but you did, which shows what a caring human being you are.

        As for me suffering from depression, I needn’t investigate it, for in the early nineties I was diagnosed as bipolar. I saw a therapist and was put on medication, the latter of which made my illness worse rather than better.

        I started out with one pill, and from it I began to suffer side effects, which in turn led to more pills. I couldn’t sleep: a pill was added. I was groggy upon waking: ibid. I was nauseous: ibid. It went on and on.

        And the result? The medication made me manic and confused. One evening I looked down at my hands to discover that I’d clawed the flesh from them. The backs of my hands looked like raw hamburger.

        I called my therapist and told her, “This medication isn’t helping. It’s making things worse.” To which she responded that it takes one’s system time to become acclimated to the medication, and perhaps I should keep with the regimen and then we’d see where things lay in a few months. Full stop. That was all she said.

        Around this time, I reconnected with an old friend. His father had just died. My friend and his father were never close. But during his father’s final months, my friend had gone home and taken care of him. He (my friend) was quite depressed as a result, and he was put on the same medication I was taking. My friend experienced a similar reaction as I. He told me he quit taking the pills, and though things were still difficult, he was doing better than he had when he’d been taking the medication.

        I stopped taking the pills, too. Given my experience, I have not sought other medications. What I do is keep vigilant check of how I’m feeling. When I start to feel manic, I tell myself: “Relax. Calm down. That’s the illness speaking.” It usually works, though I still feel rotten.

        As I understand it, those of us who are artistically inclined often deal with depression. So for all of these years I’ve considered it a by-product of who I am.

        As for entering the arena of psychotherapy and -pharmacology again, it’s something about which I feel trepidative. Added to that, I’m considered the Rock of Gibraltar in my family (how’s that for irony?!). I’ve so much to do taking care of others (not a complaint) that I use what I have left to focus on myself — something which manifests in me more disorders, and which I try to counter as I do my illness. I try to think logically about them, and I force myself to go on.

        As for the disorders, I don’t eat well. I’m naturally thin, but body image does affect me. Were I not genetically thin, I fear I’d be bulimic (a disorder from which my sister has suffered). But I’m obsessive-compulsive. (As you can tell from my posts, which tend to be loquacious, as I feel compelled to explain things to an elephantine degree; sorry for that). I won’t go into the specifics of the o/c’s, but they do rule my life. Worse, they infect my writing. I can spend days, months, years, agonizing over a single sentence or mark of punctuation. Sometimes it feels as if syntax is a bane. Or if I’m reading: I have to make sure I’m reading the words correctly, and if I my attention wavers even for a second (racing thoughts), I get stuck and read the sentence again. And again. And again… until I’m comfortable enough to move on.

        And I’m constantly analyzing things. Even while I’m feeling an emotion and in a situation, I find myself analyzing both. This happens even when I dream (won’t go into details about my dreams/nightmares). I’ll be dreaming, start analyzing, and while still asleep, tell myself: “John, could you just shut up maybe once and allow yourself to HAVE a dream devoid of commentary?” Once, I even sleepwalked, which was quite terrifying and the memory of which plagues me to this day. What if it happens again? Where might I end up?

        And as I said, I care for people — provided they don’t get too close. People look at me and seem to think, “John’s a happy, cheery guy.” Which of course I try to be. But internally? I’m like a gothic stew of horror and inadequacy. Never good enough. Never, never. And my illness and disorders are right there to keep my company.

        And if people start to get too close, I break things off. It’s like a spring snaps into place inside of me and the wall adroitly rises: a sharp separation. And I feel terrible about it afterwards, but there it is. The facility with which I do it staggers even me. “You’re a warm person,” I tell myself, “so how could you have been so cold?” Then it’s clean break; forge ahead; don’t look back.

        So how does one keep it together, exude an external sense of strength, when inside he feels always to be treading water; to be standing at the edge of a precipice? When I’m around others, I’m “on,” if you know what I mean. I laugh; I work vigorously; I listen intently to others; I get things done. But then later, when I’m alone… It’s like inhabiting a hollow space, a husk or void into which nothing can be filled adequately.

        And here I see I’ve gone on again. Sorry. I’m going to close now. Please forgive my indulgent rambling.

        Warm regards,


  20. Dear Ms. Fonda,
    This will probly be the only comment I make on your blogg. First I am a Christian, for about 40 years now. Second I am a US Navy Veteran from the Vietnam era. (OH NO NOT A NAM VETERAN) I became a Christian the week I graduated basic training, San Diego at the Naval Recruit Training Command.
    I read a little of your statement of your new found Christian faith.

    Please read John 3:16

    Its not about anything we do to become a Christian. Its about accepting what God did for us. In the fact that he became flesh and died on the cross for our sins, that his forgiveness is a totally free gift from God. When you accept Christ’s forgiveness… It is God thru the working of hia spirit that makes the Christian a new creature in Christ and whole. I have found that most churches have some doctrine and tell you that you have to do this or that or what ever to be saved… example you can’t be a Baptist unless your baptisted in their water by their minister. Or Pentacostal, you have to speak in tongues to show your filled with the Holy Ghost, to show your saved. I think you get the drift of what I am saying. But the good news is we only have to repent for our sins and let Jesus do the rest. Because its accepting what he did that make us a Christians… nothing else can do it (the Bible says so). And if your reading your bible (I recommend the King James version) it will show I bare witness to what God said. Seek and you will find. God Bless and be seeing you. Wldmaverick

  21. <3

  22. Jane Fonda thank you for this blog and all of the pictures you make on your travels. I have been a fan of yours for a very long time….. but fairly new to the blog……. since I am 77 years old that means I have been a Fonda family fan for a long time too.
    Your ranch is beautiful and thanks for sharing the pictures with us.
    I love New Mexico and plan to make at least one more trip to Santa Fe for the opera this summer. I will try Harry’s Roadhouse while I am there.
    I am also very impressed that you attended the high school basketball game in New Mexico. I am sure that those kids will remember it for many years.
    I appreciate your comments about the right type of food to eat and the importance of exercise…. my outstanding oncologist at MD Anderson Cancer Center, Houston told me at the beginning of my treatments, if I lived through esophageal cancer and they were going to do all they could to help me, I should….” eat plenty of vegetables, fruits and grains… stay away from fats and sugar and get plenty of exercise “….It has been 5 years now.
    Thanks for the memories from Fort Worth, Texas…

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