Chaos

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In the beginning, it was all just a project – create a new world, and see where it goes. It had people, animals, vegetation, water, soil – everything needed for life. And so there was life. I wanted to be hands off in this project – in that everyone and everything had their own free will. So be it – everyone and everything made their own decisions, and reaped their consequences. There are always consequences.

The current consequence – chaos. Chaos of mind, chaos of heart. History repeating itself – which should never, ever happen. I will stand back, and we will see where this goes.

(c) February 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Burial

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One might expect rain in this part of the country, but on this day the sun was shining. Rather an oxymoron – the sun shining as we put to rest a revered friend and colleague.  The loss has really not begun to set in yet. The memorial service saw people from diverse parts of his life sharing memories and accolades. Tears were falling, and there was a general sense of shock. There has been nothing like this since Senator Ted Kennedy’s funeral – and hopefully there will not be another one soon. He fought the good fight – and now we move on.

(c) January 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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Father Time

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Time … it certainly keeps moving forward. Time for me to move on , to re-enter as my younger self. You will continue to see me everywhere – the Grim Reaper,  Father Time, Saturn, Time Keeper, Chronos. I am endings and new beginnings, I am the destructive energy in life, I am the constructive energy in life. I am life.

Like it or not, I do play a part in your life. Are you going to play nice? Are you going to recognize me? What do you want to do with your time? You really don’t want to play games with Father Time!

(c) January 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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‘Tis The Season

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‘Tis the season – time for all of us to bring out our memories, along with the hot chocolate. Who will be with us this year, and who will not? How times have changed, as they should. Instead of focusing on toys for the kids, and holiday dinners, we are working in any way that we can to stop our President-elect from taking office.

I have made my decision – I am going to spend an evening with my Christmas decorations. I am going to chat with them, and live in that world. I am the creator of my own season.

(c) December 2016 Bonnie Cehovet
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Peace – At What Price?

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I joined the line, candle in hand. Not exatly sure why I was here. It sounded like a good idea – a community ceremony for peace. Heaven knows there have been enough problems – problems that were under the surface until now. Well, now the wound has opened, and it is much deeper than anyone realized.

This is the quietist line I have ever been in. We look at each other, smile reassuringly, then look away again. Our hearts are torn open, and we are living in fear.

I step forward, and light my candle. A sense of peace comes over me.

(c) November 2016 Bonnie Cehovet

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The Mirror

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From the “Tarot of Transformation”, by Willow Arlenea and Jasmin Lee Cori (Weiser Books, 2002).

Jonathon walked slowly, enjoying the brisk morning air. He was aware of the colors of the leaves, the sense of solidness of the trees, the stillness that was occasionally broken by the sound of birds singing. This for hm was the “in-between” time.

He and Ellie often walked this path – it was their quiet time together. Today Ellie had stayed home – it was not a good day for her. She did not have that many days left. No one had told them that – it was simply her time. They both knew that.

Jonathon walked on, surrounded by peace.

(c) November 2016 Bonnie Cehovet

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The Quiet Speak For Themselves

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Image from The Magdalene Legacy Tarot – Lost Keys of the Madona, Casey DuHamel, 2013, Grail Quest Press.

She always worked in the background. Some did not understand her, some feared her, some felt that she was a blessing in their lives. She observed life, and understood more than she let on. She was quick to take action when needed, very determined and strong willed.

She would be the undoing of some with her keen perception. She would be the cornerstone for some, with her honesty, and her ease of communicating.

Never acting in haste, she could make or break any situation. Her network was a large one, and I was blessed to be partof it. She will be misssed.

(c) October 2016 Bonnie Cehovet
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