Elusive Happiness – or located in your heart right now …

… just waiting to come out!

 

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How many times do we say or hear the words “I’m just not happy?” Frequently! And yet happiness is only elusive when we dwell on it (or our perception of the lack of it). The state of happiness is an emotional feeling. Not a place. Or if it does dwell in a place it’s in your mind, your thoughts and of course your heart. This means you’re in control (if you want to be)!

When actively involved and engaged in life, happiness becomes part of what we experience, some days more than others, but always with the potential of occurring because we’re busy … living and loving with our lives to the fullest!

Share your love, especially at this time of year. Share your time with others. Give freely, you will find your heart filling with joy, as you do all these things.

And most of all be grateful for what you have.

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Hope your having a warm, loving and happy holiday season. If you’re not, get out there and start living – it’ll happen to you too!

~ With great affection,

Penny

The Golden Orbs ~ My Christmas Gift to you, by request!

Two years ago I wrote an inspirational short Christmas Story. Last year I shared it and recently, I was asked if I would share it again this year. I am very happy to do so. Please enjoy!

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The Five Golden Orbs

The children found them hidden inside the bushes in the back yard just as the sun was setting. They noticed the glow of lights coming from within the small holly bush. Mystified, they walked slowly up to the shining bush and peered in through the holly leaves.

Five shining orbs of gold lay nestled, hidden in the crooks of the branches inside the bush.

“What are they?” The girl child asked.

“I don’t know!” The boy child answered.

They were curious and the glow coming from the shiny orbs was not scary. The emitting light was golden and soft.

one golden orbThe boy reached in and grabbed one of the orbs. It was warm to the touch. But not too warm, just pleasantly so. The girl seeing that the orb rested comfortably in the boy’s hand reached in and grabbed another orb. She held it close and stared at the swirling light shining from within.

“They are pretty, aren’t they?” She said.

“Yes, yes they are.” He replied. “Lets take the rest of them and go inside.” He didn’t wait for her answer, just reached inside the bush and pulled out two more. “You get the last one, but come on let’s hurry before anyone sees them.”

She followed his directions, first grabbing the last golden orb in her free hand and then hurrying after him orbs on flooras he ran into the house, carefully cradling the glowing orbs in his arms.

They walked through the hallway into the tiny living room and laid the golden balls on the wooden floor. The orbs were shining even brighter than before.

To the small boy and girl, sitting on the floor of the poorly lit living room, this glorious glow was a thrilling one. Their father was working late again but they knew he’d be home soon and would expect his meal laid out for him. The Christmas tree they had convinced him to bring home the day before stood dark and lonely in one corner of the room, on the other side was the table where they had laid out his bowl, cup and spoon. His soup was in the cooking pot waiting to be served.

The children looked from the orbs to the tree and got the same idea at the same time. Excitedly they the golden Christmas treegrabbed up the glowing orbs and placed them in different places throughout the tree. Each ball settled into it’s spot as if it belonged there. When they were done, they stood back and looked at the Christmas tree. It was now lit up with a golden glow that cast away the shadows in the room and illuminated everything, making them feel like they were rich and not so very poor.

They stood there viewing the beautiful lit up tree and then the girl had a sudden thought. With a worried look on her face she turned to her brother and said, “What about Hanna?”

“What about her?” He answered.

“Well, it’s just that her cottage is so very dark, if we took one of these shiny orbs to her, she could place it somewhere in her room and be able to see better at night!”

“That’s true,” He said. “And you know that Bertha and Henry’s cottages, a little further away, have the same orbs on the floorproblem with not having much light in their homes.” And as the children talked they thought of two more neighbors who they could share the shiny light of their orbs with.

Hurrying quickly they removed the five orbs out of their Christmas tree and carried them down the lane to each of their needy neighbors who, with great pleasure and astonishment, accepted the gift of a brightly lighted orb.

The children raced back to the house feeling good inside as they thought of the pleasure they had brought to their friends and neighbors.

They were silent and a little disappointed as they walked inside their hut, realizing they wouldn’t have a beautifully lit tree to show their father. Still they did feel good about the gifts they had given. As they walked into the living area of their hut they stopped suddenly staring at the sight in front of them. Where they had expected a darkened tree was a magnificently glowing Christmas tree shining from top to bottom with a most wonderful golden radiance.

“But how can this be?” The little girl asked with wonder. “We gave the orbs away!”

The little boy shook his head, gazing in amazement at the beautiful sight in front of him. They both heard the front door open and their dad trudge into the house. Looking once more at their shiny golden tree, they then ran to greet their father and share this wonderful gift with him.

The tree shone brightly, the light following in the footsteps of two little children who, without realizing, had given and received the most perfect gift of all.

Merry Christmas

“When you give with love in your heart ~ your gift will return to you” ~ Penny L Howe

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May your holiday be filled with the Light of Love, shining for all to see and feel!

Happy holidays to all,

Penny

A Season of Festivities – To be who we are!

We’re humans, give us a reason and we’ll celebrate or come together if it’s a crisis. During this time of year, many tend to create a more positive environment to live in. We try a little harder to be nicer, to share, to give. We have a reason, you see.

And whatever your spiritual beliefs, many of you will find the extra bright and colorful lights, the extra hustle and bustle, the beautiful holiday music and special events, a reminder that we are human and we have a common purpose.

To be who we are.

We’ll get it  right or we’ll get it wrong, wish we could do more for those who have less, some will find this time of year depressing for those self same reasons, and many will simply feel a little bit or a lot happier through the seasons festivities, and that’s okay! We are human and that’s what we do…

What we do best, actually … be who we are!  Enjoy this season of giving and loving, as you can. Take especially good care of you (try not to be too overwhelmed with responsibilities) … you matter, you’re important and you do make a positive difference (even if you don’t think you do), you do!

All my love,

~ Penny

Mondays Finish the Story – This is as Deep as it Gets!

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Photograph by Barb W. Beacham copyright © 2014

 

The Photo and Sentence Prompt:  “Donning her fins and snorkel, she headed out into the deep water.”

My Entry:

Donning her fins and snorkel, she headed out into the deep water. She knew deep water well. At the moment in her personal life she was over her head in deep waters. Deep troubles, deep problems, deep,deep deep!

Here, in the ocean she could let it all go, for at least a short period of time. Forget about her cheating husband, her loss of her job this week, all the ever increasing bills, and the amazing fact that she really didn’t care all that much about any of it.

The deepness felt because of great weariness, an exhaustion from trying to do so much for so many.

However with each stroke, as she swam through the waters, she felt an increasing sense of freedom for the first time in a very long time. Yes she thought, it’s my turn now. Her strokes became fuller and stronger as she swam. I believe the only deep thing I’m going to let myself get into going forward is this big, beautiful ocean. With a quick kick off and a few more strokes she headed for shore.

Yes, she thought, finally time for me to live my life – for me.

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For more information about Mondays Finish The Story (flash fiction) Writers Challenge, where the writer uses both a photo and an opening sentence for the prompt: click HERE. Barb will guide you through the process, be sure and read some of the other excellently written entries while you’re there.

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Thanks for stopping by, have an excellent weekend, and if you live here on the West Coast of America, be careful, a lot of rain and wind going on … take care of you!

With affection,

~ Penny

Believe in the magic of life – it’s in the air, can you feel it?

 

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Magic is everywhere.

You just have to look for it.

In this country during the holiday season its easy to go to a magical place with all of the glittering Christmas lights everywhere. But it’s more than that, there is a special something in the air.

I feel so lucky when I wake up early in the morning and revel in the golden rays of sunshine coming up over the horizon. There’s magic in each of the changes2013-12-11 12.38.33 of the seasons, tree’s blossoming in the spring or snowflakes falling all around a white wintery landscape.

Look for the magic in your life. Better yet go capture some today. Put it into your life and the lives of others …

With generosity, with loving, with giving, with sharing with rejoicing, with laughter, with singing … with being alive and happy. All of it is Magical … if you want it to be.

I hope your holiday season is being as magical as you would wish for!

 

Thanks for your visit, take care of you,

~ Penny

ONE

One is the “one” number in our counting system we use in a wide variety of creative and inventive styles when referring to ourselves or others in the “emotional sense” of things!

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We refer to  “the one and only” or a “singular individual”, or “you are number one in my book” These meanings when personalized become ripe with potential raw emotions from our very inventive imaginations. 

And we view ourselves as singular. I am one person and you are one person. We tend to wrap our emotions around a theme of “oneness” in a very inward and selfish way too frequently. (we all do – without exception here.)

The word one, when it has to do with humanity is important. In my future world “one” will unify, encompassing everyone, no exclusions. Time will then be better spent on solving the problems of one people, one planet and so on.

One can also refer to an individual feeling alone. Apart from the rest – lonely. A very sad place to be. And yet each of us have occasions where we live in the land of the lonely. Hopefully for only a short duration. Life is rich with the potential for each ‘one’ person to love many others and more importantly, themselves.

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Hard not to go to an emotional place with that song. In summation, numbers are a science to be utilized best by mathematicians, but mathematicians are people too, so I’m thinking emotions will always reign supreme in the whole scheme of things.

Make the number one, a wonderful one today – you and all those around you. Make one – count for something!

~ Penny

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Sunday Photo Fiction – There’s A Dragon on my Bedpost!

Photo Prompt for This weeks Writer’s Challenge:

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photograph © Alastair Forbes

My Entry:

Dragon On My Bed Post

Briefly opening my eyes, I rolled over on my side and considered staying in bed longer. After all it was Sunday.  Dozing off, I heard a loud cough and a caustic voice which had me reopening my eyes and sitting up in bed with pounding heart.

“Would you mind, terribly, waking up, I’m getting bored sitting here.” The creature attached to the voice said.

There at the foot of my bed, sitting atop one of the bedposts was a miniature dragon, a surly look on his face.

I stared, rubbed my eyes and stared again.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m real.” He responded to my obvious expression of disbelief.

“Um, you’re a dragon.” I said incredulously.

“He speaks and has some intelligence,” was the dragons reply.

“Wh … what are you doing here … are you real?” I asked.

“Hmm, I spoke too soon,” the dragon added. “Yes I-am-real, you’re talking to me aren’t you? And I’m here doing penance for something I shouldn’t have done, so I have to stay with a human for twenty four hours. My punishment.”

“Staying with me is a punishment?” I asked.

“You have no idea,” he said. A great deal of derision in his voice.

“Why me?” I asked.

“Why not?” He answered with a smirk.

“Why Earth, then?” I said, continuing to ask what I thought were fair questions upon finding a dragon in your bedroom.

“Because this is the worst place the Committee for Criminal Offenses could come up with on short notice.”

“Earth the worst place, ah, come on now,”  I said, preparing to defend my home planet.

“Gee let me see …” He held up one of his claws and ticked off each point he made. “Well, you not only kill each other out of hatred and greed, but you consume far more than you should and are systematically killing off other life forms on your planet and…”

“Okay, okay,” I sighed. “You’ve made you’re point.” Changing the subject I said, “So you have to stay here for 24 hours?”

“Yeah, 24 lousy hours. Say you don’t happen to have a cigarette on you … well not on you but… do you smoke?” He asked, looking hopefully around the room.

“No, you can get lung cancer from smoking,” I answered.

“Dragons can’t.”

“Oh okay, and no I don’t have any cigarettes. So why are you in trouble?”

“For smoking.” He replied.

“That’s a criminal offense?” I said.

“Yeah, just one cig. and my fire breathing capabilities go out the window. I become useless in the defense of my lair, not enough flame left to even light a cigarette.”

“Well I can see where that would be bad. So do you have a name?” I asked.

“Yes, yes I have a name. You have a name don’t you? Of course I have a name!” He was back to being rude and surly again.

“I’m called Puff, I’m Puff the magic dragon and don’t say a word about that stupid song. I’m still living that one down … frolicking? FROLICKING? Dragons don’t friggin’ frolick.”

He let out an irritated sound with a blast of steam and said, “The next time I sneak a smoke …” He paused but I could see he was really worked up so I kept my silence as he finished with …“I’ll make gosh darn sure no one can see me. Oh, just go back to sleep.”

“Earthlings!” He muttered, sticking his head under his wing, steam seeping out.

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For more information about Sunday Photo Fiction and how you can enter click here for the details. Alastair, the host with the most will take you through the steps. And, while there, be sure to click on the little blue guy for more short stories by some great writers!

Thanks for stopping by, hope you enjoyed,

~ Penny