Holding Time In Our Hands

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Time is such an elusive quality, she thought. Can we really hold it in our hands? Time just seemed to slip away, for no reason. It was there, and then it wasn’t. The times that she tried to hold onto it were the times when she became the most frustrated.

Life went so much better when she ignored time, when it held only a minimal place in her life. Time seemed to be the curtain opening and closing on the performance of life.

The ebb and flow of life was just that – movement that was never meant to end.

(c) August 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Party

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Which mask shall I wear tonight. Everybody will be there – it must be a good one. Nothing dark – let me see what I have in the line of carefree and innocent. This might do – light color, light weight, easy to wear.

I have no intent tonight, nothing to accomplish (other than enjoying myself). It will be interesting to watch the others, as they play their stories out. Some stories are dark and intense, some are frivelous, some are outright evil.

I know who to stay away from, and I know who to draw into my flame. Here’s to my flame!

(c) July 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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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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