Parallel Worlds

flash fiction

Image from the Shadowscapes Tarot, Stephanie Pui-Mun Law,
Llewellyn Publications, 2011.

Staring into the void, viewing all that was, that is, and that can be. Whatever can be envisioned, can be envisioned here. This is where all worlds have their beginnings, this is where all worlds become possible.

With a bit of confidence, a bit of will power, and a wave of the magic wand, we come to know that reality is whatever we understand it to be. It is both seen and  unseen,  becoming a mirror that looks directly into our souls.

The power of four – Fire, Water, Air, and Earth. In constant flux. What is real, what is not. Magical.

(c) June 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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Morning Meditation

coffee crossaints

Beth took a deep breath, and looked out over the water. She was sitting on her terrace. It was early, and the sun was pleasant on her skin. Later in the day, it would be too hot to sit out here, but now was now. She sipped her coffee, and nibbled on a croissant, allowing her mind to wander. She was happy that she had chosen this house, on the lake shore. So what if this was the middle of the desert, and the lake was man-made. She needed both – the healing quality of the water, and the warmth of the desert. Time for decisions to be made.

(c) 2015 Bonnie Cehovet

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The blue of the water peeked through the trees, inviting yet intimidating. The waves were up, crashing on the beach, then pulling back. Sailboats could be seen out on the water, and, further out, fishing boats going out for the day. The green foliage on the trees made an excellent frame for nature’s picture. The sun was shining, and joy was in the air. The wind was up, but only enough to create an aura of excitement, not enough to make one want to run for cover. Off to the left was a trail leading down to the beach. Do we take that trail, or do we leave our memories here?

© January 2012 Bonnie Cehovet

All That Is Sacred


The wind was blowing, and the waves were coming in as I walked along the promenade. A beautiful day, fresh with energy and all that can be, sacred in its own right. I want to hang on to this time as a memory for as long as I can, because things are rapidly changing. I want to see the pure, the beautiful, for as long as my eyes will focus.

I push away the thoughts that keep creeping in. They don’t stay away, but they will leave me for the moment. Water has always been good to me. I remember the time I spent in the Islands, and how happy I was then. Of course, t hose were younger  years, complicated in their own right, but not as complicated as the present.

They, that ubiquitous “they”, insist that the present is where we need to be. That it grounds and centers us, so that we stay on course. What do “they” know about such matters. In the present, from what I can see, people are planning wars, corporate takeovers, and generally wrecking havoc on each other.

I am fully ready to move into an alternative universe, where people care about each other, and stand ready to help and support other people. This is a sacred space, and this is where I belong, not in the present.

Too many ghosts … that is what I have always felt … too many ghosts.


(c) November 2011 Bonnie Cehovet