Winter Wonderland

I have always loved winter – it is beautiful, and one has the time to think. I have thought, and I have made my decision. The movers will be coming next Tuesday morning. Everything will be going into storage until I decide where I want to be next. My bags are packed, and I will leave as soon as the movers leave. The real estate company will bring in a cleaning crew, then they will place the house up for sale. The neighbors will be surprised, but I had to do it. They were getting a little too close to my secret.

(c) February 2021 Bonnie Cehovet

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The House On The Hill

Knottingham Hill – yes, this is the right street. That must be the house, right up there. It has taken so many years to find him, blockaded behind a corporate front. Yes, he left mother well off. Yes, he paid for our schooling. But he vanished … that is the whole point, he vanished. I am not sure that I want to know him now. We all paid a price for his decisions, but I am starting to see that he did also. I don’t need to know the reason why, I just need to let him go – to release him from my mind, and from my heart. He no longer exists.

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(c) February 2020 Bonnie Cehovet

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Pearls

“Pearls – symbolic of perfection and hidden knowledge. Wisdom gained from experience. Women wearing pearls are the epitome of grace and poise. The recent change of administrations was a huge benchmark for our country. It was duly noted that the newly sworn in Vice President was wearing pearls, and what an elegant statement it made. She has chosen to do this consistently over her thirty-year career – it is a statement of who she is, and part of her brand. A highly visible mentor for girls and young women worldwide.” Angelica put her pen down. The beginning of a new era, and she will be part of it.

(c) January 2021 Bonnie Cehovet

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New Year’s Eve 2021

It is New Year’s Eve 2021 – this is not where I expected to find myself. I sit here reading, in front of my fireplace, unable to focus. The year was not totally bad – I was able to sustain and grow my business. I have projects that I will be taking into 2021. I am lucky – I can do all of these things, and not have to go too far out into the world. This is not the world that I was born into – for me the term “self-isolation” means creating a safe place and staying there. So Mote It Be.

January 2021 Bonnie Cehovet

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The Christmas Tree

Christmas trees are what memories are made of. They start when we are children, and continue on into when we have our own homes, and are decorating our own trees. Each ornament has meaning, whether it was gifted to us, made by us, has been with us for years, or is of relatively recent vintage. They all add up to the story of our life, with all of the people and issues that have flowed through it. Each year we put them up, and enjoy the peace they bring us. Some memories are sad, some are happy. They are all our own personal stories, in the shape of a tree.

(c) December 2020 Bonnie Cehovet

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The New Thanksgiving

Truly thankful that the day had gone well, Claudine sat watching the flames in the fireplace, a small glass of Cherry Kijafa in her hand. The dinner party had been small, due to the COVID-19 restrictions, but she had served traditional fare. It had been a happy if subdued time. The empty seats at the table hurt. So many losses, so much unhappiness. Was the new year going to bring them peace? Were they going to be able to decide which restaurants to go to, which plays to see ever again? In her mind, Claudine set high bars for the “new normal”.

(c) November 2020 Bonnie Cehovet

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The Webs We Weave …

It was dark outside, and storming. Quite aprapos for All Hallows Eve! I could feel my ancestors around me, ready to talk. It was always a two-way conversation, and at the end we were all satisfied, and ready to go into the new year.

The Raven and my grimoir were ready at my side. What will I leave behind this year? What seeds will be planted for next year? Will I be able to step forward comfortably on my path? So many people and things will be left behind. A new cycle is about to start – color it real!

(c) October 2020 Bonnie Cehovet

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Random Reading

Images from the Bleu Cat Tarot, by Beth Seilonen

She decided to draw some random cards. From left to right she drew the Queen of Feathers, The World, and The High Priestess. She had to think for a moment – Feathers equals Swords. So this is all about her, knowing what she wants, and how to get it done her way. The World tells her that her efforts have not been for naught – things are coming together for her. Whew! The High Priestess knows and understands life on a very deep level. She is a carrier of sacred knowledge. So she is to align with her intuition and go for it.

(c) October 2020 Bonnie Cehovet

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The Book Holds The Key

He sat there, in front of the fireplace, the book on the table next to him.  As he stared into the flames, he remembered the day he had been given the book – it was at the reading of his mother’s will. It was his mother’s diary, and it came with a small key attached to a chain. He had never understood his mother, and he had no idea what he would find if he used that key. Was her diary the key to who she was? Or was he going down the proverbial rabbit hole? Would he find peace here?

(c) September 2020 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Open Door

It always started that way – with the open door. I felt that I should be there – but I had no clue where “there” was. Soft jazz music played in the background, but there was no sound of people. I was dressed very formally, so I must be here for a reason. I knew that walking through that door would change my life. I really wasn’t scared, I just wasn’t sure that I wanted that change. Would walking through that door take me back in time, or move me forward? I reached out and walked through the door. So mote it be.

(c) July 2020 Bonnie Cehovet
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