Smoke and Mirrors/When the Magic Fails

Reposting this on my new site. I hope you enjoy and leave any thoughts you might have…

Tropical Affair

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Smoke and Mirrors

by Cheryl Pennington

  Hector sauntered down the dimly lit hallway, his dirty shoes grinding grit and mud into the already stained carpet.  Looking down at the fading rug he wondered if those swirls started out pink or just faded to the incongruous color they were now.  Pale curls against a dull green background.  He thought they would be better suited on a sofa.  It would at least be better than the ugly piece of crap that sat in his own living room-with the ugly sack of sh..the uglier door suddenly loomed before him. 

 He rapped his knuckles against the fake wood.  Knock, knock, knock…..silence.

He rapped more loudly. Knock, knock, knock!

Nothing. He would have pounded with both fists if he hadn’t heard the muffled sound of feet heading towards the other side of the aqua blue distraction of a door.  Again he thought, ‘How fucked…

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#WATWB: Love in Writing

From my dear blogging friend, Mary. If you want to do something to help, look no further. Pen, paper and genuine expression could make someone’s day! Thanks Mary for the links!

Mary J Melange

A month or so ago, I was lamenting to good friend and roommate Natasha about how I missed volunteering due to the pandemic. I missed the people contact and serving the local community. Soon after, Natasha sent me a link that would allow me to be a pen pal to an elderly woman in an assisted living or nursing facility.

I let that go at the time for reasons that required justification and laziness.

This past week, I thought about the writing project again, as the colder weather is setting in, so went in search of possible recipients and found the website Write-On. It is a place that anyone can go to and find links to letter-writing communities and organizations, such as:

Love for the Elderly – A group dedicated to providing love and appreciation to elderly people who may not have family to care for them. You are…

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Normal to Zero/Threads From the Tapestry

I hope you’ll take a minute to visit my blogspot post in honor of my father who passed away this week. I also hope you are all doing well.

Love and Light is so necessary in these troubling times. I feel like we are waiting for Lord Voldemort to show up. 😞🧙🏻‍♀️🙈

https://dweezepenny.blogspot.com/2020/11/normal-to-zerothreads-from-tapestry.html

The Morning After

As we approach a turning point in our history, it is imperative to look ahead, to seize the opportunity for change, to turn the dark tide of disease, discontent and discord towards healing, connection and understanding. Humans will always find ways to be at odds; but when the very act of dissension becomes the driving force within our society we have surely doomed ourselves to destruction. Whether peace is possible within Existence remains a question, but the voice of reason and possibility towards that end must not be silenced. There is no way to a balance of darkness and light unless we put down our weapons and accept that Unity is the only way; and this can only be accomplished through communication, coalition, cohabitation, cohesion and cooperation.
There is a ray of hope that seemed impossible just a few weeks ago. Let’s keep on looking for the Light…..

Revelation Meditation

From a deep meditation in 2001, filed among the annals of my dream experiences and discovered in my current ‘purge’. It has been enlightening in a fresh way to revisit my dreams during those years of growth. I found this poem to be even more relevant today, almost prophetic in some way. It brought back the feelings I had when it came to me.

Transformation Revelation

(Thoughts from the edge of consciousness)

I saw the Earth spread vast before me

with all its pain and suffering.

I heard the cries and felt the sorrow,

the heaviness that life can bring.

Disease and death, despair and danger

thus covering the bloom of Life.

Deceit and hate, mistrust and anger-

the soul of man, beneath the knife.

I spread my arms and swept the land

and called to those of one achord.

We raised our voices to the skies

and called upon the ancient word.

“We lift our prayers to Spirit now,

release all souls in agony,

return our brothers to their lands,

shine bright the Light so we may see.”

Then did the heavens open up,

I saw the Morning Star within.

With outstretched arms he whispered sweet

for all in pain to enter in.

I witnessed famine and decay

depart from Earth as in a storm.

All forms of spirit, wounded fled-

within the Light my heart was warm.

The spire of darkness made its way

on through the gates to pierce the sun.

our song was joined by every soul-

a transformation had begun.

When the ashes dark blew out of sight

there rose a roaring o’er my head,

as the flutter of a thousand wings.

Within the thunder Spirit said,

“Petals from ashes, Life from Death.”

I felt release within Its breath.

Sweet fragrance wafted on every side-

‘twas all and nothing I could describe.

Showers of petals fell to the Earth

as signs of life began to show.

Blades of grass heralded rebirth,

from the mountain hearts, springs did flow.

We raised a new song through our humble tears,

and prayed for wisdom to guide our choice.

We would learn right ways to protect the Earth

as one last time we herd Spirit’s voice.

“It is not in the planning that Salvation comes,

not in the preservation of one’s soul.

It comes through remembering from whence you came-

the Why, the How, the Same, the Whole.

the Why, the How, the Same, the Whole.

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The Angels Are Crying..

I hope you are all managing during these most difficult times. We must remember we are never alone but we are solely responsible for what happens to this world that was the greatest gift humanity could have received.
Please check out my new post over on Blogger and follow me there. I found some angels this week.
Peace and Light to you all.
Cheryl

No Rubber Duckies Here!

If you want to see some sweet unfolding of Nature at my house, follow this link for my post for Linda Hill’s SoCS.  No Rubber Duckies via Dreaming Existence