CHEERFUL TOGETHERNESS

Short Story

I springboard to loving remembrances of my grandmother caring for her colorful parakeets.  I would run to her kitchen where the cage was perched next to the window  looking out the promenade lined by huge Plane trees.  The indigo, yellow and chartreuse birds would chirp my arrival and I felt special to feed them because they were her babies.

One summer I found the birdcage missing.  She anticipated my fear, took my hand and led me to the formal dining room – no cage there either.  Then out of a drawer from the china hutch, she pulled out a biscuit canister and unveiled each of her preserved birds wrapped in red velour pouches.  Her babies were still bright beautiful but lifeless.  Her generous eyes met mine, she placed one into my hands and softly said, “one day we must die too.”  Together we returned the birds into the canister and off we went to the marketplace to buy food for our supper.

This is one of many important lessons my dear Mame Jeanne taught me.  To this day, I hold dear numerous experiences of birds approaching me.

…honoring her holy transition 45 years ago…

A HEARKENING WITHIN

True Colors by Ecoseasons

Art and Writers Hearken Within

What hearkens me to others and binds us to a beautiful expression of life is, simply put, combining art with writing.

Whenever a purposeful concept arises, my first goal is to capture some art form that will reflect thoughts to engage a meaningful dialogue with readers.

It’s like a secret love affair between artists and writers.

The artist creates a special message in blending ideas on a palette which aspires me to marry words.  Then comes the magic – my eyes and heart, drawn to beauty and truth, can begin to express to any audience a beckoning aspect of life.

That’s my passion for writing, thanks to viewers, and thanks be to God.

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UNLEASHED

Dreamlike Dimensions by Sabrina Garrasi

A Short Story

Becoming Unleashed

‘Are you coming to hurt me?  as I approach a manly figure.  O, just a bad dream to shrug off.

Morning unfolds as I prepare to attend a book study on “Becoming Unleashed – How to receive everything the Holy Spirit wants to give me” by author Sonja Corbitt.

As Sonja reveals the theme of her book – Jesus Christ acquiescing to His crucifixion for the redemption of all sin, the dream resurfaces.  Who is trying to hurt me?  How is Jesus going to unleash the Holy Spirit upon me now?  Focusing on what is being said, I close my eyes and acknowledge Christ’s act of redemption for me – but I know that  already – then unexpectedly a burning unction of peace covers me, eyes flooded with tears.

I share this story because it impresses a universal message:  a whisper saying – Stop condemning yourself .  Thankfully, this strange dream foreshadows my becoming unleashed…now I relish the freedom it has given me.

If anyone feels an urge to be unleashed, for whatever, I humbly offer this suggestion.  Just ask Jesus to set you free, the Holy Spirit will do the rest, and you will, no doubt, experience a greater intimacy with God that will carry you through all eternity, amen.

My heart sings to share this Grace moment with you…thank you,

your scribe for love, truth and peace

LONG FOR HIM

My First Writing

My son, Christopher occasionally sends me postcards from Vashon, an island off Seattle, Washington.  Each postcard reflects a moment of where his life is taking him, especially by the words he writes on the postcards.  I cherish them all because it is good to know where and how he is trekking.  There, his life seems stable, he’s blooming according to his passions and talents.  I believe he has found some degree of happiness there and that notion is a great comfort to me.

The rest of this story depends on him.  I hope one day to complete this…my first short story.

HAIKU

DREAMING YOUR RETURN

ECSTATIC BY YOUR SURPRISE

NOW I CAN DIE CONTENT

…remarkable, how this turned out to be a Haibun followed by a Haiku…

STEPPING

Secret Garden

Short Story

Welcome!  Join me in climbing this dewy magenta staircase that I may share a secret with you…in each step are loving memories and great expectations.  Are you enjoying the vibrant and lush panorama?  This path leads to a peaceful oasis.  This is my secret garden of Love where God smiles or oftentimes frowns at me, yet every time we abound in rich rendezvous.  Rest awaits me in this spot where I can soak in wisdom to live out my life, a springboard for Grace to pave the way for my eternal rest.  I’m so grateful you took a moment to ponder with me.  Hopefully, you come away refreshed, perhaps even eager to discover your own secret garden…it is there waiting for you!

Thank you for visiting your scribe for love, truth and peace

SIMPLY LOVE

Letting Go to Simply Love Watercolor by Mia Broder

A short Story

LETTING GO – TO SIMPLY LOVE – is letting go of the past and giving way to welcome happiness.

When was the last time you cried out harmful chemicals out of your heart?  Wasn’t it when you rejected yourself as a victim and realized you could not control your life?

I see myself in Mia’s young girl.  I remember the gradual transformation that took place in me when I finally let go of an unfortunate past.  Jesus was calling out ‘Ephphatha’ Be opened.  The more I received God, the more He gave me unparalleled goodness, prosperity and my dreams came true–that’s letting go to simply love.

Mia’s girl is surrounded in royal purple like Jesus’ regal blood-stained robe during His Passion–and my own–in favorite purple color.  She seems to be walking on air as I have on a few stupendous occasions and now as I encounter Jesus daily.  Her dazzling dress is specially tailored with contrasting patterns like my mother would sew for me for special celebrations.  Her fanciful shoes evoke Cinderella wishing to attend the ball hoping to meet her prince charming, like God gave me my Beloved John.  Best are the rainbow buttons with four holes crisscrossing, two of them releasing agony and the other two flooding me with God’s loving hope.  Mia’s buttons are like enamored hearts floating towards Heaven reminding me of my grandmother’s plentiful jar and how she taught me how to sew a button.

Letting go is tough as spitting nails, yet so liberating.  As I began to let go, I learned to lose many, many things only to discover my true self.  Didn’t Jesus let go of everything for all humanity?  Can we not do the same–of letting go of a bad past, whatever the situation,  to thank Him?

My letting go was like pitching a snowball–and I cannot throw–to joyfully picking daffodils.  Simply love creates abundant space for anyone to behold God’s beauty of light and peace.  May this gift of letting go be your own bliss.

Like Mia’s happy mademoiselle, now, that’s all I love to do!

Thank you for visiting your scribe for love, truth and peace

PEACE: THE WAY FORWARD

What might a recipe for peace entail in 2018?

Might it be, by acknowledging the hurts of others before one’s own pain?  Possibly.

Might it be, by first forgiving others after addressing our own faults?  Perhaps.

Might it be, by seeking our enemies and doing some good for them?  Maybe.

Might it be, by sprinkling compassion on the mix that we might create an aura of peace?  Hopefully.

The Desert Fathers and hermit followers possessed this recipe for peace which seems simple enough.  However, the world is a needy place and has lost its virtuous compass.  The world has always been Satan’s playground and he knows his end is nearing.

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Having frolicked in this place  where Vincent van Gogh painted ‘The Starry Night,’ I find no peace in his deep purplish blues and vibrant swirling strokes which are like shooting stars reflecting the darkest crosses of his 26 years of life.  Despite that, van Gogh was able to paint the most beautiful and serene images of Provence.  That is what I admire most about him.  In fact, any of his paintings can draw me to a storytelling from my youthful experiences there, so as I gaze into this dreadful ‘starry night’ scene, I gratefully remember the beauty and peace of my childhood.

This is a kind of peace the world yearns for now.

As world people completing the trek through the desert of existence, Grace, Mercy and Peace are promises waiting for us…and there is still time for Peace to be achieved.

Thank you for visiting your scribe for love, truth and peace