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Chop Suey Saturday

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off in the distance,

under the afternoon skies

they saw the same grouping

that they were looking at

just down the path

half covered by vines

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Neither spoke

they stood rooted on the spot

another mystery

to be uncovered

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Yvette arrived earlier

Clementine was due next week

excitement was building

Rosie promised she would

let them explore her

chest of drawers

they still had no idea

where the music came from

it happened when she was

working in her room,

and now, double statues

3 maidens high above

and 3 maidens on the ground

somewhere there was a clue

quietly no words spoken

they turned

walking deeper into the gardens.

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neither saw the chest hidden further in

from where they had been standing.

 

PL Precept # 18  Each moment is a Turning Point

 

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Happy Monday

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How nice, another birthday card.  Rosie sipped on her tea, and listened as the movers grunted and called out to each other about the best way to get whatever it was they were moving into the house.  Her birthdays usually came and went without much fanfare, but this time, she had to admit, all the activity of getting the “girls” settled in was a lot of fun.

Each was so different, and the luggage and pieces of furniture that were arriving each day, was so fascinating.  So far, the silver dragon sculpture had been the best, although the very old roll top desk was also interesting. packages of odd sizes and shapes arrived day and night.  She was so glad she had accepted the offer to be here.

Even her old chest of drawers fit in, her room was big enough for her to enjoy the privacy of her room when she needed it.  Yet close enough to the kitchen and public area, for her to keep an eye on the coming and goings of the participants in the project that had brought them all together.

Birthdays were such happy times.  She wondered how old she was… but then, catching sight of herself in the mirror, she smiled.  Who cares she thought.. It is how I feel, and darn it all, I feel pretty good.

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*knock *knock…” Roses for Ms Rosie”…. said a voice…

The day just couldn’t get any better thought Rosie.  Every day was so full of surprises.!

We hope you had a grand day dear friends… join us again for tidbits on Rosie and her friends.

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

PL Precept #15  All is a mirror

 

a dragon appears

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Yes she knew he was not real, of course he was made out of pewter, and the blue gemstones were not the best… or so she was told…  then why did she feel that he watched her every move.  She wanted ChenMay to be there, but ChenMay was not with her, ChenMay was in another part of the grounds.

She hadn’t seen him at first, and now she didn’t know what had made her look down.  As soon as the sunlight had gleamed on his eyes, she had known to stop.  She searched her mind to try to recall what ChenMay had told her about the dragon.  The dragon was part of the Wizardology   classes that ChenMay gave each fall to new Apprentices.

dragon 2She looked closer, and saw the defined scales all over his body, he was majestic.

“Oh there you are” ChenMay’s voice drifted towards them, as she approached where they were standing.  “You’ve met ” she smiled as she bent to pick up the dragon.

Leonie would say later, that one minute the dragon was on the ground, and the next he was gone.  ChenMay bent down, and when she stood, the dragon was gone. ” I saw him” she would exclaim, “he really was there, his scales shone in the sunlight. ”

ChenMay would only say, “dragon’s play, dragon’s fly away” then chuckle and turn away.

oh dear, oh dear,

what a silly tale

a dragon who can be seen

 then simply

disappear

can this be true

what need I do

to have the dragon

appear to me

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are girls being girls,

or is there a story

to be told..

PL Precept # 20 Live Maintaining Equilibrium between Mind and Matter

There is a world of wonder all around us!

Sunday roses

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How wild does their garden grow

wow I don’t know said Mr Crow

For years now I come to explore

each passing year brings new colour in the rows

 see the roses are in full bloom right now

&  cherries are forming on the trees

come back in a week or two

the Saskatoon berries will be a feast

bring friends, this garden is here for us

nice meeting you Mr Crow,

my  name is Jay

in a flash of blue he was off

cawing as he flew

I’ll be back to  see you soon

Rosco chuckled as he flew higher up the tree

life is good when

 friends drop in showing appreciation and enjoy their visit

he liked being called Mr. Crow

Mr. indeed, and he chuckled some more

could he be getting old

in full voice, he cawed and called out

Happy Sunday everyone!

 

PL Principle # 3  I will live with a mind of appreciation towards others and things

 

 

 

 

Down Under -Thursday Doors

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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

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