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Down Under -Thursday Doors

down under by Shirley Keen

Isn’t this just the greatest natural doorway into a small paradise.  Maybe not what we usually call a door, it does not open and close, but, Wow, I have to say congratulations Shirley, this is a stunning piece,.  I look through and see so much that captures my imagination.

A lazy bear, resting in the afternoon sun.  His nose pointing towards the sky as he breathes in the clean fresh air.  The water so calm and blue, I wonder if I’d dare to wander through the doorway in case I am tempted to dip a toe in the sparkling water or like the bear become part of the amazing natural wonder that is calling to my senses. I want to find a place, sit and while away the rest of the day.

Dreams and magical vistas await us every day.  It is up to us, to make time to go out and play.

PL Precept # 1  Life is Art

PL Precept # 11 Always be with God

photographer-Shirley Keen, NZ

Spring yay!

To walk where no one has walked before

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I wish, =^_^= but I was the one to make a new trail

down an unused road, that led me to another time

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a family home, once filled with laughter

now stands silent, waiting

this was not the structure tho’ that had caught my attention

rather I was drawn to a building that called out

to my searching ” eyes”

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“look, look, see my charm”, I got a picture in full sunlight

but this one with the little building half in the shade

I found had more to say

I sensed this is where the children played

on rainy days, on sunny days

this little structure captured and ignited

their imagination in every way

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this pretty face

was also part of yesterday =^_^=

It was an amazing day !!!

In PL (Perfect Liberty) we do our best to live each day doing our best to be creative in every way.  Make every day count, rain, snow, sunshine, it doesn’t matter. Do your best every day.

Oyashikiri

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The art of “Storytelling”

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I am a writer of stories,  but the art of telling the story, that is an art all on its own.  Last night I gave myself a gift, I took myself off to a magical place,  for an hour plus, I was transported to another world, and another time. The voice of the talented story teller from his virtual platform, took the audience to  Lapland where a boy named Nikolas was orphaned, and how the villagers came together to look after the young boy. Last night was  part 1 of Christmas Story (Joulutarina)

On the Seanchai libraries website,  they explain…  Seanchai (“Storyteller” in Irish) Library celebrates the Celtic tradition of stories told around the hearth or in the pub to friends, family, and welcomed strangers. Seanchai Libraries bring stories of all kinds to life, in Virtual Worlds: Second Life, InWorldz, & Kitely on the Open Metaverse.   www.seanchailibrary.com

The story teller last night was Shandon Loring.

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Do you have a picture in mind, of what Santa looks like, did you wonder which of the folk stories are  “true”   How did all this Santa Claus “stuff” all come about…. ?

Story telling is an “art” .. my time spent listening to Shandon last night, has me wanting to know more about the story he began telling us last night.

If you are interested, join us for his next reading. Next Thursday evening 7 pm. pacific time.

PL Precept #1   Life is  Art

Hone your listening skills, enjoy the gifts the story tellers offer us.

short story line

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he could hear the birds. feel the heat beating down through the trees, yet without opening his eyes, he knew he wasn’t in a park. the smell of rusted metal, and old oil and grease permeated the air.  his body was heavy, unresponsive, and whatever was on his chest was not going anywhere fast.

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his eyes still closed, he knew, instinctively knew, that the weight on this chest was alive, and it was gazing hard, accessing, patiently waiting.  Did he want to see what held him captive, sooner or later, he would have to look.  The weight on his chest shifted, but did not move away, he could feel the warm breath on his face. He was too stiff, tired and dazed, it would be unwise to move suddenly, if he could at all.  With a slow intake of his breath, he allowed his eyes to open.

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the sun hurt his eyes but he forced himself to keep them open, there was lush vegetation all around from what he could see, he was surrounded by the remains of vehicles, he was in a graveyard of scrap metal.  what he tried to avoid and was not succeeding were the dark emerald eyes flecked with gold that stared into his.  There was no emotion not human anyway that looked into his, just a pair of hypnotic eyes that spoke volumes, but none that he could recognize.

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suddenly the sun no longer gave him warmth.  now he felt a chill, it travelled from his head down to his feet.  This was something very different and very real, This was a she, he was sure, he was being held captive by a she, and he knew… she was wondering just what to do.  She wasn’t hurting him, she wasn’t gentle, she was exploring and sizing him up, but for what.  Why was he not afraid.  what was it that kept him still, and wondering, almost a partner in this unknown dance.

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life is what we make it.  how we respond to situations in life, can change the course or direction of our lives.  live being mindful of who you are and the opportunities around you. =^_^=

This is my story, that I’m sharing with you.  My mind likes to invent when I’m driving and waiting for lights or in traffic.

PL Precept # 2  To live is to express One’s Self

The Secret. by Q

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Lucky Monkey bowed her head and listened to the birds calling back and forth to each other.  She wondered if Bending Willow had heard her just now as he had entered the courtyard.  The day was coming to an end, yet she could still feel the warmth of th lingering sun on her shoulders.

She knew that she shouldn’t be there, if she was found in the garden her Father would be furious with her.  Quietly she tipped toed to the vine-covered swings.  Her heart skipped a beat, would Laughing Bird be there she wondered.  Then she scolded herself for being silly.

Laughing Bird had been so serious when he had told her that if she wanted the secret of the whispering shells she had to meet him after evening prayers.  Little Monkey could still see his earnest face peering down into her eyes.  Just as she had been about to ask him if he meant what he was saying, Bending Willow had come and pulled her away, scolding her for talking to Laughing Bird.  Laughing Bird had been her constant companion till one day her Father had told her she was too old to be romping with the boys, she was now to focus on her studies.

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Bending Willow was the same age as she was, her Mother was concubine to Little Monkey’s Father, and currently the favourite.  Little Monkey’s Mother, Shining Star had fallen from favour when she refused to consent to Little Monkey’s Father’ wish to bring hone another concubine.  Shining Star was No.1 wife, she did not wish another concubine in the home.

Fragrant Pearl, Bending Willow’s Mother had been understanding and had taken her master’s part in the quarrel.  Roaring Lion, Little Monkey’s brother had stood by his Mother, so Master Wu had not brought home his latest love.  He had been forced to rent a house on the other side of town.  He had not forgiven Shining Star and had stayed away for days and days.

Then one day, news had come that a stranger had come to the village and was looking for the husband of the woman known as Shining Star.  Little Monkey’s Father had called to him, they had met and talked for hours.  When the stranger left, Little Monkey’s Father had come home and gone straight to Shining Star’s quarters and begged to be forgiven.  He had brought with him a box carved in the finest ebony.  When Shining Star opened the box, her eyes had grown wide with wonder.

sea shells 2Leaning forward to get a better look she gave a small sigh and fainted.  In the box sat the prettiest of shells, beautifully sculpted by nature, from which came the faint whispering sounds of the sea.

There was a hush in the House of Wu.  Shining Star had not regained consciousness.  She slept an endless dream.  A smile played on her lips, her breath was sweet and pure, but she did not stir.

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Little Monkey breathed a sigh of relief, Laughing Bird was sitting hidden under the heavy growth of the lush wisteria vine.

“So, Little Monkey you have come” he smiled up at her.

Seeing him sitting crossed legged his head resting on his hands she smiled remembering all the times they had st across from each other, each telling a secret trying to outdo the other.

“Oh Laughing Bird” cried Little Monkey, her hands reaching out to him, her eyes searching his face “yu know how sad I am that my Mother will not wake.  Tell me you were not teasing, do you really know the secret of the whispering shells?”

“Here, come sit beside me” Laughing Bird patted the ground beside him.  Remember when I told you that I saw your Father in the  village talking to the stranger from the big city?”

Little Monkey was sitting across from him, leaning forward so she could hear. She knew that she would have to let him tell her the story his way.   “Well do you remember?” Laughing Bird was looking at her intently. Her fragile beauty stirred his emotions, he held back his desire to reach out and touch her.

“Yes, yes I remember Laughing Bird, please tell me what you know” Little Monkey wondered if he was stalling for time. Why was he looking at her that way?

Laughing Bird began, “I saw Bending Willow and her Mother talking to the stranger before the stranger spoke to your Father”

Little Monkey could not believe her ears, “you what! you saw Bending Willow and Fragrant Pearl speaking with the stranger?”

“Yes, but not only that, there was another man there too, he was wearing a big ring that shone like the stars.  He carried a big black bag out of which he took a package.  I crept closer  trying to hear what they were saying but I could not get too close for fear that I would be heard.  By the time your Father arrived, Fragrant Flower, Bending Willow and the man with the ring were gone”  Laughing Bird paused, “this is the interesting part Little Monkey”  his voice dropped a pitch, she had to lean even closer so that she could hear. “I could see your Father was worried, he kept shaking his head, then suddenly Fragrant Flower and Bending Willow came back.  They began to talk to your Father, by their gestures they seemed to be reassuring him, they didn’t want the man to leave, they wanted your Father to take the package.  Finally your Father took the package and left with Fragrant Flower and Bending Willow.  Seeing my chance I went over to the stranger.”

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Little Monkey gasped, her little hands balled into fists “you, you went and talked to the stranger, but what did he say?”

“I told him that I was a friend of Master Wu’s daughter”

He said, “ah, so you know Little Monkey”

“Little Monkey, he knew your name! ”

Little Monkey could not speak, she looked at her friend in wonder, “then do you know what he said ” Laughing Bird seemed to expect  her to answer, but Little Monkey was too caught up to answer.  Laughing Bird leaned closer and whispered so quietly that she had to strain to hear

“Little Monkey, he said that your Mother’s spirit has gone into the shell.  If she is to return someone will have to reach her spirit in the shell.  When I asked what the package had been, he only laughed and said “son, you are young, you do not understand the ways of the old” then he laughed and turned to go.  I begged him to tell me about the whispering shells.”  Laughing Bird stopped, his eyes staring off into some far off place.

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Little Monkey could not believe Laughing Bird’s timing, “yes YES? ” she tugged at his sleeve, “tell me please, this is not the time for your games, you know that I am listening to you, did he tell you what the secret is?”

“Laughing Bird do you hear me, please, did he tell you what the secret of the whispering shells is?”  Little Monkey was now leaning very close to Laughing Bird, yet even so she had to really listen when he spoke.

“The secret Little Monkey is .. love..”

“Love ?” Little Monkey said the word over and over, “..love.. what did he mean?”

“Laughing Bird, what is love, what has love to do with the whispering shells?”

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I did my best not to edit, or correct, I simply retyped what I found.  I wrote this many years ago, finding it today, was a reminder to me that the Universe will give me answers, I need only listen, this time it gave it back to me in my own words.

Namaste     –     Oyashikiri

graphics – Pinterest

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art by Jeremiah Morelli, aka jerry8448

Finding our way in life is always an adventure.  Sometimes it is a mystery and we find ourselves asking the mirror “why? how? what happened?”  Some paths we traveled on have been smooth and well-worn, others if there ever was a road, it had long been reclaimed by nature, and you had to tread carefully and watch for openings in the growth around you to make your way through to find a clearing.  You needed to focus and be present.

art,conceptart and situations, by alexandre chaudret

Today with virtual worlds, gaming and concept art forms, we are taken into wonderful imaginary worlds without leaving the comfort of home.  Still, always, one should be present and aware of all that is happening around us.

art Tung Ngoc on ArtStation at www.artstation.co

If an explorer starts out with preconceived notions and ideas about what lies ahead  he/she will not be open to the wonders that are there to be discovered all along the way.  If you find yourself on a road you’ve not been on before, take it all in,  This is where you are, so enjoy it, discover what there is to learn from the moment and then move on. Every day is a blank canvas

art, found on tumnlr

Where will you go, and what will you discover today?    God bless and keep you safe what-ever your do, 

Namaste      –      Oyashikiri

 

*artwork by Jeremiah Morelli, aka Jerry8448,Bavaria,Germany

** concept art & situations by Alexandre Chaudret on Behance.net

*** landscape, Tung Ngoc on ArtStation at http://www.artstation.com

**** Pinterest and Tumblr.com

 

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