Thanksgiving Past

Memories – aren’t they the best things! I remember Thanksgiving meals with family – good food, good conversation, good times. Very traditional dinners. Who knew that as we grew up things would change. The children grew up, with homes of their own, and returned to the family home with their own food offerings. Over the years, there were deaths, as was to be expected. What was not expected was the loss of the individual at the holiday table, and the energy that they brought to it. Now the children of those early times are aging. The traditions are kept up, but the losses hurt. Time moves forward, at a cost.

(c) November 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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How Time Flies!

This is all I have left – the antique watch, and the equally antique book. If I close my eyes, I can still picture that trip to Europe. I was so excited – too excited to see that Eduardo had an agenda of his own. We made stops in certain shops that were a little off the beaten path, and we never stayed long.  When we got back home, things were different. A lot of time spent in his study, frequent hours long absences. One day, things just went back to normal. Years later, after he died, I found the book and watch in his office safe. Time flies, but I knew he had his reasons for keeping them, so I put them back and closed the door.

(c) November 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Halloween Pumpkins

Carving a pumpkin at Halloween has always been a favorite activity. I start decorating the 1st of October, but wait until the 30th to carve my pumpkin. I am no artist, so my pumpkins are very basic – eyes, nose, and mouth. I love to sit there at night, with my carved pumpkin and my ceramic pumpkins all lit up, watching the flames dancing in the dark. It is calming for me. I know that at any time I can send any dark energy that is around me straight into the flames, and it will be gone. Just like I did with Charles.

(c) October 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Pumpkin Patch

Chatter heard in the pumpkin patch:

“Woo Hoo! Our time of year!”

“So what are you going to be this year?”

“I get to go to that really nice house on Elm street, and be Cinderella’s carriage!”

“High five, dude! I am going over to Rockwell Elementery School, and be the fifth grade entry into the pumpkin carving contest. I have it on good authority that I am going to win!”

“Congratulations! I am going to be one of six pumpkins that will be anchoring a huge display in the Andrew’s front yard!”

“Wow! They always put on a great show! ”

“I am going to be the centerpiece for a dinner party at the Elsmore’s. I love to listen to dinner table chatter!”

(c) October 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Stepping Into The Picture

The picture hung over the mantel in the den – it had been there ever since I can remember. The old house, the wrought iron fence, and the smiling pumpkins.  I had always been fascinated by those pumpkins – they seemed to hold some kind of energy of their own. That night I just sat there, gazing at the picture, mesmerized by it. I felt a very strong pull to step right into it – so I did. There I am – gently flying through the sky. There may come a day when I want out – but I am not sure that is possible. So Be It.

(c) October 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Trick-Or-Treat

Good thing I am short – in this ghost costume, I can pass for a kid. Also a good thing that this neighborhood encourages door-to-door trick-or-treating. I attached myself to a couple of groups of kids earlier this evening, just so I wouldn’t stand out in any way.  Then I faded into the shadows, waiting for the trick-or-treaters to thin out. Now is a good time. She has been giving out the treats all evening, so I know she will answer the door. One shot and she is dead. One shot, and she is no longer my problem.

(c) October 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Black Cats & Halloween

This is my time of the year. I am a Black Cat, and this is when I rule. Okay, I will tell you how this came about. You what??? You thought I was only connected with witches? Who told you that? I have never worked with a witch in any of my lives. Well, almost, once, but not really. I am actually a symbol of good luck. I blame the bad rap for black cats on the pilgrims. They are the ones that associated black cats with witches, and we know how they felt about witches! Put that out of your mind, and think about Egypt. Black cats were actually worshiped in Egypt. That is where my lineage is! You may pet me now.

(c) October 2018 Bonnie Cehovet

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