Balance

It’s all about balance, you know. I kept telling them that, but they wouldn’t listen. It’s not my fault that it all imploded on them. They brought it all on themselves when they hired the new accountant. Too young to know anything, too self-confident to see it coming. They wanted it all done their way. It didn’t take me long to set up the internal triggers –  and they are not traceable. Yesterday was the new accountants first day – and the beginning of the end of their career. The beginning of the end of the company, too. My job is done here.

(c) April 2019 Bonnie Cehovet
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Family Connections

Vivienne watched her son Gerard as he introduced his fiancee to the treasures that Vivienne and her husband had collected over the years. Collette was very subdued as she admired the art on the walls, the miniature sculptures, and the collection of antique teacups. This was Collette’s first time in the family home, and Gerard was glowing. Lunch was served, and conversation flowed well.

After Gerard and Collette left to return to the city, Vivienne summoned her majordomo, Anthony. “Is all well, Anthony?” Anthony responded: “Yes, madam. I removed the teacup from her coat pocket, and returned it to the collection.”  “Thank you, Anthony. It appears that the private detective was right.”

(c) April 2019 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Shadow Hat

The hat – I would see it as I walked into a building, when I was getting out of my car at the train station, when I was going into the bank. Always out of the corner of my eye, and when I turned to look, it was gone. It was a soft gray, very much a 40’s style hat. I began to look forward to seeing it – it became as much a part of my day as brushing my teeth. It was only when it started appearing in my dreams that I became a bit concerned – and by then it was too late.

(c) April 2019 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Samurai Sword

I find myself in the middle of a samurai museum, intent on taking it all in. I find peace while surrounded by warriors. Warriors that were military nobility. There is a tradition surrounding them that goes far beyond the traditional sword and fighting. It was not unusual for a samurai to be literate and well educated. Meditation became a part of the samurai culture, as did things such as tea ceremony, rock gardens, and poetry. Here is structure. Here is intelligence. Here is honor. May I take from this path the wisdom to follow my own path.

(c) March 2019 Bonnie Cehovet
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Should You Open The Doors In Your Dreams?

Are the doors in our dreams supposed to be opened? Is it safe to walk through them? Are they really gateways to the unknown? I had versions of the same dream from the time I was thirteen to the time I was twenty-five. They started some time after my father died. I was in a house that was near the house I lived in as a very young child. I went upstairs, and opened a door to a room that seemed to hold wonderful, magical things. They were heaped all over the place. I always woke up at this point. Was this door a gateway? Is this room somewhere inside me?

(c) March 2019 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Ace of Spades

He was always referred to as the Ace of Spades. He moved in the shadows, and wherever he was, things happened. Then he was gone, before anyone realized that he was there. He was a man of mystery, a man who could transform any situation around him, without anyone really understanding how it happened. He had many friends, and was owed many favors. He was a loyal friend, and many people were loyal to him. He made the impossible happen, because he believed that he could. Wherever he was, he left peace and understanding behind him. So Mote It Be.

(c) March 2019 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Door

One never knows what is hidden behind a door. I certainly didn’t know, when I first approached that door, how my life was going to change. I was very happy that I was about to meet my fiancee’s family, yet nervous at the same time. What would they think of me? Would they accept me? It turns out that neither mattered – the family behind that door wore masks – masks that could not begin to hide the fact that they existed in a very dysfunctional world. I didn’t see this at first – in the end, I became one of them.

(c) March 2019 Bonnie Cehovet
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