‘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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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