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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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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The Recliner

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Such a mundane item – a recliner. But it was very important to replace her recliner. I could not stand looking at it one more minute! He did not want to let it go – good memories, he said! Well, now he is gone, and so is the recliner. Now the room is mine! It can be anything that I want it to be – he has no more say over anything! I can replace and rearrange at will. So many years – and now my life unfolds! The cover over the mirror remains. I will deal with that later.

(c) August 2016 Bonnie Cehovet

The Story Book

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Books all tell stories, don’t they. This book tells the story of my great-grandmother – at least I think that it does. Oh, I am sure that my great-grandmother wrote it. What I am not sure of is how it reflects her life. It is the story of her garden, during the year before my grandfather left her. What kind of pain caused her to blank her mind, refuse to leave her house, and put all of her energy into this beautful garden?  If plants could talk – and surely they can – we would know the real story.

(c) July 2016 Bonnie Cehovet

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Grandmother’s Candy Dish

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Stepping through the door to the antique store was like stepping into another world. This was a discrete store – a throwback to another time. One was allowed to experience the treasures here at will.

Yes, it was still there. A lovely crystal candy dish … so like grandmother’s. What wonders had it held in its time? What stories had did it have to share? Had it been part of a problem, or part of a solution? Did it have a mind of its own, like grandmother’s candy dish did? Was it able to free people, like grandmother’s candy dish did?

Time to leave.

(c) June 2016 Bonnie Cehovet

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