Come to the Cone! #flowers #photography

Since we lived in Costa Rica I have been addicted to photographing all things small-those magical wonders so easily passed over and subsequently ill appreciated.

It was a simple thrill for me to photograph small gardens where butterflies fed on the nectar of cone flowers as bees gathered golden treasure to spread from bloom to bloom before returning to the hive in a world where the secret life of insects played out while we went about our own doings, all too often oblivious to such miracles.

I simply had to have cone flowers in my space this season; and although they are in pots, I am nurturing them to welcome all small creatures who come to pay homage to The Cone.

Here are a few of the earliest visitors.

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The Imposter, with false feelers on its wings to fool predators
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The Alien with its metallic like body
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The Doppleganger beetle, looking like a small chic cockroach
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See the intricate design swirls on its back?

Now, if you are waiting on the edge of your seat for the scientific facts about these small wonders, you should relax, sit back and remember that I am merely the eye of the photographer who draws attention to these tiny treasures. I am not an entomologist. But I would like to learn more about these insects. Maybe when I finish taking photos….

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Dreams and Nightmares/Forever Never

More glimpses from the world of Domhan…..

Agean’s eyes flew open wide and he sat bolt upright on the blanket where he been peacefully sleeping. He jumped out of bed and scurried over the floor toward the room where Mama Ella and Saol slept; but he crashed into someone midway there, both of them falling to the floor with a thud and cries of fright. Agean grabbed Saol by the shoulders and held onto her tightly.

“Did you hear that?” he hissed into her ear, fearful of waking Ella. He felt Saol nod. “Did you feel the ground shake?” She nodded again. His eyes were adjusting to the faint light in the room and he could make out the features of Saol’s face, her forehead scrunched in terror. He longed to ease her fear but his own heart pounded so loudly he thought surely she could hear it. They both breathed heavily as they sat, clinging to one another on the bare floor. Had Mama Ella heard it too?

“Should we wake Mama Ella?” Saol asked, wanting nothing more than for her mother to hold her and tell her everything was going to be fine.

“Not yet,” Agean whispered across the darkness. “Let’s wait to see if it comes again. Maybe we were dreaming.”

“Really, Agean? The same dream?” Even in the darkness the boy could see her eyes roll back in her head the way they always did when she thought him being foolish.

“Agean? Is that you out of bed?” Ella called from the other room. “Is Saol out there with you? She isn’t in her bed.”

“Yes, Mama Ella, I’m here,” she answered. “Agean..he just had a bad dream and I was helping him to right himself. He’s going back to sleep now, though.”

“I can’t sleep until I go outside and look into the sky,” Agean whispered back at Saol through the darkness. “I need to see that nothing is coming.” Agean got to his feet and rushed out through the door before Saol could grab him.

“Agean!” she whispered commandingly. “Come back here!” Saol knew it was no use with that boy. He was so strong willed. She got up and tiptoed quietly after him, casting a furtive glance at the room where Mama Ella was still in bed and, hopefully, already back to sleep. She hurried down the steps and stepped onto the soft, cool dirt, immediately searching for Agean. At first she couldn’t find him in the dark; but her eyes adjusted quickly and she spotted him standing a stone’s throw away, right in the middle of the path. His hands hung limply at his sides and he stared up at the half moon. She followed slowly up the path and as she approached from behind, something glinted in the half-light, dangling precariously from Agean’s right hand.

“What are you doing Agean? And what have you got there?” He lifted the precious treasure to look at it as he turned to face his friend.

“I miss her, Saol. Na. I miss her so much.” Even in the dim moonlight Saol saw the tears glistening in the boy’s eyes. There was nothing she could do for him to ease this kind of loneliness although she understood it well. Her Father was far away from her too. Saol wrapped her arm around his shoulders and gave him a quick hug. Agean leaned in and rested his head on her shoulder. Even in so short a time, Agean had grown as tall as Saol and she could see his father’s determination shining in the boy’s eyes. “I just got to meet my Father, and now he is far away again.” He looked down at the crystal in his hand and held it up in the pale light, the moon’s glow reflecting off each perfectly cut edge. Grandmother Moon’s whispers coaxed twinkling shards of light to dance over the dark earth ahead of them. They both gasped in excitement and Saol tugged Agean by the arm,  pulling him off the path and behind an old tree.

“We shouldn’t be out here, Agean. If Mama Ella wakes and finds us gone, we won’t be allowed to go with La Palabra in the morning. She will make us stay and work with her all day.”

Agean didn’t care about the new day. He was curious about the stone his mother had given him. He had watched her so many times turning her own crystal, gazing into it and bringing it to life. She didn’t know he watched. She thought he was sound asleep and he had become quite good at the sleeping game, although sometimes he did fall asleep waiting for something miraculous to happen.

“Maybe she is looking for me right now, Saol. Maybe I can see her in the stone.” Saol shook her head so hard he could feel it even if he couldn’t see her face clearly.

“You know what Palabra says about summoning the visions. We musn’t practice these things. We don’t know what windows we might open for things that do not come from the Light of Eternity. There are many eyes watching in the night, Agean. Let’s go back inside and sleep.” This time Agean saw her blue eyes shining earnestly across the space between them. He could not resist their pleading.

“Oh, alright,” he relented and hung the cord with the crystal around his neck. He grabbed her hand and they emerged from behind the tree and started back up the path to the hut. “Do you think they are in the Black Mountains yet, Saol?”

“I don’t know Agean, but I hope they get there soon-and I wish they never would get there.” Her eyes were wide with confusion but he understood her mixed emotions completely. Both children worried for their loved ones and their friends. They climbed the steps and tiptoed into Agean’s room, where Saol tucked her young friend into bed, kissed his curly head and whispered in his ear. “Remember what she told you. Na is always with you, so be comforted by her love.” She tapped his forehead gently. “And no more bad dreams.”

Agean clutched the crystal to his chest and retorted obstinately, “It was no dream. I heard the thunder of Domhan Eile.” Saol gasped.

“What do you know of such things?” She put a finger to his lips. “Don’t speak of that dark god or you may encourage him to pay us a visit!” Agean pushed it away. He wasn’t afraid of anything his mother wasn’t afraid of. So young and trusting, he had no way of knowing the things she kept secreted in her soul. “My mother and father aren’t afraid. They’ll bring back the Mother of Domhan. And her son too.”

“We all pray so, Agean. We all pray so.” Saol left him and slipped quietly into her room where Ella breathed softly, unaware of the children’s brief absence. It frightened the girl to think how easily they stayed away without Mama Ella even knowing. She vowed to keep a closer watch over her friend. He was so impulsive.

The children fell asleep sharing the same dream. They stood in the middle of the village, hand in hand, as the sun rose up over the dark horizon. Against the pink background of dawn the riders first appeared as tiny specks, growing larger and larger as the sun crept higher and higher. When they became life sized the sun fully illuminated the faces of the Hunter, the Warrior and the Sorceress, returning home at last…

 

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For those of you following, this is a small piece of my ever evolving story. If you are interested in past segments just type Forever Never in the search bar. Happy mid week!
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Awake!

Quickly! Hold your candles high,

oh Children of the Light

and do not let them flicker

through

the cold and angry night.

As darkness slips

across the land,

the bony fingers

of its hand

fill the empty hearts

and break the fractured minds

of the lost and angry kind

with insidious accuracy

as it is wont to do.

 

The Destroyer playing

hide and seek

while feeding on

the lost and weak,

and crying foul

within the game

Fear works to snuff

the very flame

it desires above all else.

 

Raise your voices high,

oh you Bringers of the Dawn,

the King is growing restless,

time to check him with

a pawn.

Light the corners,

fill the holes

of the lost

and weary souls

so that Fear cannot

reside there,

deceipt cannot hide there

where Love takes up the space.

 

Awake, ye Crystal Child,

for the time is drawing nigh,

pluck the stars from heaven’s

garden, and please do not be shy!

Create a brilliant, bright bouquet

and with your Wisdom run and play.

Bring back to life

what now is dying,

expose the jackals

that are lying.

 

Wake, oh Children,

sleep no more,

for patient Death

is at the door-

and he is ravenous.

 

CKP

copyright 2019

 

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Image courtesy of https://images.app.goo.gl/qDfuBFuPEJQL8naE6

 

This post is part of Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt. For a little of that Brother Love and old time religion while enjoying a beer, visit Dan’s place.

 

 

 

 

Words

Happy long weekend everyone. I sincerely hope that all of you are sharing some peaceful, joy filled moments over this holiday in spite of the chaos going on in the world.

I woke up this morning, as always, with brain engaged and clicking ideas at me. The idea of words is weighing heavily on my mind today, how they direct our thoughts, our creativity, our hopes and fears, and how changing just a few words can possibly change many things.

I was thinking of illness and adversity. It is quite common to hear phrases like,

“She is fighting cancer. He is battling depression.”

”They struggle with financial woes.”

Words are the most powerful magic we possess. With words one can wound or heal, lift up or tear down, encourage or depress and change the course of any given moment. Suppose then, in the statements above, although they may be true as they are, the key words were changed. What if…

”She is on a quest to heal herself.”

“His mission is to overcome depression.”

”They are challenged by the cost of living.”

This may sound trite or overly simple, but it isn’t. When we choose words that move toward positive feelings, stir and encourage empowerment over struggle and defeat, it arms us with what we need most to be successful in any situation-hope.

There is a wonderful series of books and audio programs written about the law of attraction-drawing to us that which we desire. The first one I read was The Vortex by Esther and Jerry Hicks. While there is so much to glean from this series, the primary idea that stuck with me refers to our tendency, as humans, to focus on the negative things in our lives rather than what we envision that life to be.

Many of us do this without even realizing it. Often, we pray to God, “I always find bad partners. I never meet nice men/women.  People don’t like me. I don’t want to be ugly.“

What if, instead, we banish he words “bad”, “can’t” and “never” from our thoughts, prayers, wishes and ideas. Then our hope might become, “God, send me the person who will share a life of joy and happiness with me. Let others see my true beauty. Help me to be the kind of friend I need in another person.” Keep the thought of perfection clearly in your mind and, difficult as it may be, send the memory of the ‘bad’ experiences into the abyss of the past. It also helps to be thankful for what you desire before it manifests.

“I am thankful that my interview will go perfectly. This job is mine if that is where I will be most productive, happy and prosperous.”

Instead of…

“I hope they don’t hate me. I can’t lose another job or my family will starve!”.

The thoughts that you hold in your mind and heart become your reality. In a universe where God, Providence-whatever power you believe in-wants your deepest desires to be manifested for you, what you focus on will come to you.

Consider those moments when you think to yourself, “I have to stop eating junk food even though it is easy and lets me be with my friends.” In the next moment a coworker suggests you go out to your favorite burger joint to celebrate her birthday.

Instead, what if the thought becomes, “My health is important to me so I am thankful there are so many choices for me to improve my diet.” Pop. Someone shares their new gluten free recipes with you. This has happened to me. Scouts honor.

Hey, I read the books, I’ve applied these principles to my life and it does work. Do I slip into my Pity Party clothes and sink into old negative mode at times? Of course I do, those times do not linger as long as they used to.

I wish society as a whole could embrace this idea. It isn’t about being ‘politically correct’ but about spreading positive energy into a world that is becoming fraught with more negativity each day.

You can read the books or try it without ever reading a word. I love the books because they made me feel less alone in the world, less like my own little freak show.

Look, in spite of the fact that much of what is in the book some of you might want to pass off as ‘hokey’, the message is a wonderful one. I’m sure in Christ’s time what he was trying to convey, what he did by way of miracles and magic, seemed very hokey to many people. But his message has survived because it was a good one.

Unconditional love, forgiveness, no judgment, non violence, acceptance, wisdom, kindness, peace in the world of chaos. 

I see many religions with these basic themes, including Christianity, but see the ideals and fundamental foundation of their faith being crushed beneath the weight of righteousness, bigotry, anger, retribution and judgment. At the heart of it all lies fear. There is no greater enemy than fear. It serves no good purpose. I truly do not believe in ‘good’ or ‘evil’ as conditions we either succumb or aspire to. They exist within every one of us and must be balanced in order for peace to ever find its way into this dream we call life. Existence knows two emotions at its core…Love and Fear. One brings peace and comfort…the other seeks to destroy that which it does not understand or accept.

I plan to carry my hope into this holiday season, to seek those who live with their inner Light shining in spite of the Fear rising in humanity.  After all, it only takes one candle to light the darkness..

Use your words with the power they were intended.

 

There is no fear in perfect love~The Bible

Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists. Herein lies the peace of God.~A Course in Miracles. 

Be the miracle you seek in the World…

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The Angels Are Crying

This about sums up my feelings right now, folks.  I’m dizzy from shaking my head and my heart near broken for the sad state of this world…starting right here in our own homeland.

 

 

Neither can I…..😔

I am proud to say I saw Peter Noone perform this live in Baton Rouge some years back and he signed my copy of the CD.  What a gentle and talented soul.  You should also check out the live version he does yearly with his daughter for a charity event since she was very young.

Don’t Kill the Fairies!

“Every time a child says it doesn’t believe in fairies, a fairy falls down dead,” said Peter Pan.

Do you believe?

Since the beautiful Samara showers began in early Spring, I have had faeries on my mind, invading my thoughts and stirring my soul.

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With childish glee

and fancy flight

They dot the sky

to night’s delight.

 

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Like tinkling bells

their laughter rings,

they whirl and twirl

on gossamer wings!

 

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“Do you believe,”

she whispers low.

”Can you follow me

where’er I go?

(Come, Come!”)

A blink, and gone,

she out of sight,

a spiral string

of twinkling light

winds its way to

heaven,

as there I stand

mouth agape, eyes wide,

my faerie soul swelling with pride.

Would that I, my wings would sprout,

and arms spread wide thus leap and shout

to leave this terra far below and rise to join celestial glow.

(Please, please don’t kill the faeries. Quick, clap your hands together three times!)

 

Copyright images and words CKP