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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I Return Here Often

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I used to love sitting out on the patio, under the trees, just enjoying my coffee and lookiing up through the branches, into the sky. It was so very peaceful. This is where many of my answers came from – answers to life’s big problems, and to its little ones.

Then I moved on – learning took on many new forms. But I was always able to find my center, to find my peace.

I come back here occasionally, to reminisce. I stay a while,  then I go back. This marks my portal from one world to the next – I am buried here, under the trees.

(c) October 2016 Bonnie Cehovet
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She Waits

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She sits on the arm of the chair, and she waits. She has spent many hours sitting on this chair, sharing it with her favorite human. They have watched TV together, chatted, and at times just sat there, both deep in thought. Her brothers run in and out, but she sits there quietly, sometimes asleep, sometimes not.

Her human has not been there for over a week. She has an idea they may never be back. In a way, this makes her sad. But she can always communicate with her human, even when they are not there. They will respond. Life goes on.

(c) September 2016 Bonnie Cehovet
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