The Land of Magic

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Image from “The Book of Shadows: The Lost Code of the Tarot”, Andrea Aste, 2010, Berith & Brimstone.

The Land of Magic – that is where they were both from. Glitter and gold – that’s who they were! Under the Magic Umbrella – so many ideas, so much to see, so much to do. And so little time! Music – that was the thing! They needed music! And dance – they needed to dance to the music!

So they danced – they became part of the music, and the music became part of them. They moved faster and faster, and the world flowed around them. Masks were put on, masks were taken off. Shadows became shadows – reality became uber reality.

(c) April 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Path Out

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Images from the Inspirations For Survivors deck (Aunia Kahn & Russell J. Moon, Schiffer Publishing, 2012).

We have been physically ill ever since that day, the day that … well, “that” day. Then it expanded to all of our selves – our emotions, our thoughts, our spirit. We walked around like proverbial zombies, not knowing what to do, as our world crashed around us.

We had to do something, so we packed our bags. We packed what we needed, and set the rest aside. Then we sat, with our bags packed, wondering where to go. When the mind is clouded, it is difficult to see our options.

Finally, we took that first step.

(c) March 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Fool

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From the “Daniloff Tarot” (Third Edition, 2016) by Alexander Daniloff.

It is not so easy to be a Fool, you know. It took me a lifetime to fine tune the skill. I had to learn to trust myself, and my instincts. I had to learn to be free. I had to believe that I had potential – that i could actually do all of the things that I dreamed of. Now that I have learned all of this, I know the shocking truth – that to maintain who I am, I have to hide my abilities from the world. I can only show small pieces at a time – then I need to pull back.

(c) March 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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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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