Haibun Thinking – Alchemy the Mysterious!

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Alchemy, The Mysterious

The nature of alchemy is magical and mysterious, a seemingly miracle process of transformation, creation, or combination. I do admit to a fascination of the unknown and alchemy does seem to have been a mystical approach to science. Those who believe in alchemy, the philosophers stone, etc. also believe in magic, sorcery and witchcraft as part of the whole and who am I to say other.

Alchemy, a.k.a the pseudoscientific predecessor of chemistry, was a medieval philosophy. An early form of chemistry whose goals were transmutation of base metals into gold, discovery of a cure for diseases, and the illusive elixir that would give eternal youth.

What I find fascinating is we can now (rather expensively) change base metals into gold, have found cures for many diseases and are actively working towards extending (in a healthy way) our lives. All through scientific chemistry. So perhaps these early philosophers and imaginative scientists so ridiculed were really just ahead of their time and I think perhaps all magic coming from our imagination is simply, as yet, unproven science!

“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” ~ Albert Einstein

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 Haibun Thinking is a (weekly) opportunity for writers to stretch their writing skills. For more information click HERE. Alastair, host and guru, will get you started. Be sure and click on the blue link icon while you’re there to read the excellent entries! Thanks as always to Alastair for his time and effort in bringing this opportunity to us all.

Thank you for stopping by, hope you enjoyed,

have a great weekend, stay warm and take care of you,

~ Penny

Throwback Thursday – Bruce Lee, flow … be water!

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Bruce Lee’s birthday is in 7 days. He was born on November 27th, 1940. Yes, he was/is one of my life heroes. I wrote of him awhile back. Crafting Your Own Style, referring to his style or “flow of movement”!

His philosophy of life as it relates to the discipline of martial arts is indisputable, as was his skill. The following clip, very short (30 seconds), is indicative of this life philosophy. That is Bruce Lee speaking!

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Thanks you for stopping by today, and go with the flow!

~ Penny

The Beauty in our Heart Shines Out ~ When we share our love!

There is beauty everywhere in life. It is our own personal natures inside of us that detract from this rightness when we focus on what’s wrong with everything instead of concentrating on what’s right and making that even better. Should be simple, but it isn’t ~ definitely something for us to work on however, beginning today.

Share yourself; with love, compassion, forgiveness, understanding. Give of yourself; care, reach out, think of others and their needs.

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“The light in your soul shines brightly, illuminating life’s beauty when you make a positive difference. I promise this is true.”

~ Penny L Howe, 2014

Kindness as a Religion or at the least a Way of Being!

Kindness just is. You know when you bestow it on others, and you know when you receive it. There are no “conditions” no rules or regulations, no specific ideology, no reference as to where you’re from or who you are. Kindness just is.

Personally, I consider kindness to be a Universal Way of Being. It excludes no one, includes us all and there is never ever any doubt, about what kindness is.

When we’re kind, we are at our best. We are showing our love, care and concern for others besides ourselves. Here are a few words on the subject of kindness by some well known and admired individuals:

“Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.”Lao Tzu

“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.”Plato

“Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind.” - Henry James

“Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution.”Khalil Gibran

“You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.”- Ralph Waldo Emerson 

“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain

“My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.”Dalai Lama XIV

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I think that sums it up nicely, lets all to kind to one another, it might go viral!

With Affection,

~ Penny

It’s Your Life – Dance for it!

You are alive. Every day of your life whatever you do or don’t do. Your life belongs to you, so I’d like to ask you:

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… Are you dancing?

… for the joy of it,

… for the love of it,

… for the beauty of it,

Because you are living it?

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Dance to the music in your soul!

Dance to the rhythm in your heart!

Don’t fight it, embrace your life … Dance!

~ Penny L Howe

Thank you,

 

Monday’s Finish the Story: The Porta Potty Portal

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Photograph by Barb W. Beacham copyright © 2014

The Outhouse aka an old fashioned Porta Potty

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“When I rented the room, I did not think it would be this one! But its worked out pretty good after all.”

“Why is that?”

“Because this is the Portal.”

“What do you mean this is the portal?”

“What do you mean … what do I mean? This is the Portal. You know the gateway to another dimension?”

“You’re kidding? I’m not going in there!”

“Why not? It’s just a place where people do … well .. their thing. No big deal.”

“Yes, it is a big deal. And I’m not going in there.”

“Well then I guess you won’t be following me into an alternative universe then, will you?”

“Ah, come on. If anyone see’s both of us going in there at the same time, what are they going to think?”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere, what anybody are you talking about?”

“Okay, so we step inside and then what happens?”

“Well there’s a flusher installed in this one … so we flush.”

“We flush?”

“Yes, that’s what I just said, we flush.”

“Are you telling me we’ll be flushing ourselves into another universe? Seriously?”

“Look, I know it sounds a bit unusual …”

“… a bit unusual … a bit UNUSUAL?”

“Yes, but I think you’ll find it all works out in the end!”

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Thanks for reading, I hope I got a few laughs out of you with this one! Have an excellent rest of your week, stay warm and safe.

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 entries while you’re there.

Sunday Photo Fiction: Formation of stars – fantasy style

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photograph © Alastair Forbes

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He gazed at the formation of icicles. The first two stars were shaping up nicely but the third one, he was having some problems with that one. Well great! This meant another trip. Another one of those long and lengthy and wearisome trips. Sighing, he grumbled, Ah well, best be on my way.

Retreating back inside his remote mountainside cabin, he grabbed a few essentials, placing them carefully into his knapsack, all the while figuring in his head how long the trip would be and what to take. He thrust ancient arms into a thick overcoat, hung his loaded knapsack over his shoulder and then pulled on heavily padded gloves. He was ready for his trek down the mountain.

Another sigh as he started on his way. Just a few feet from the cabin a soft whine to his left stopped him in his tracks. He smiled, turning towards the sound. “Hey Prince, my friend, in my hurry I almost forgot you fella.” The wolf smiled, a wolfish type of grin on his dark muzzle and trotted up beside him.

“You up for a trip?” The wolf cocked his head and stared directly back at him.

“Yeah, me neither, best get this over with though. I need that third star. You know what time of the year it is?” As if in agreement the wolf headed off down the mountain.

The two made good time together, stopping only for quick bites of dried food and brief resting spells before moving on. At last they came to the city.

The wolf left him just at the edge of the forest clearing. He continued on into the city. It was night time so fewer people to notice the stranger, but around him an extra shroud of darkness, assuring no one did. Making his way to the outside of a high-rise apartment building, in a very run down section of the city, he climbed the fire escape until  reaching the forth floor. Peering inside the dirty cracked window he saw a mother singing a lullaby to a small child. He waited patiently for her to finish.

When her song was over she kissed the sleeping child gently and closed her eyes, saying a silent prayer that all would be well. The essence of her pure and loving thoughts made its way across the room, passing through the window crack and into the small container he held carefully in his hands. Once the vapor was inside, he stoppered the bottle, placed it back inside his rucksack, and then climbed down the stairs, walked through the city and out into the forest where the wolf waited. The wolf looked expectantly at him.

“Yes,” I’ve got it.” He said to the wolf. “So easy to find. Just follow the trail of goodness and honest caring.” They made their trip home and upon arrival he carried the vessel, filled with the essence of love, over to the icicles.

As he poured the vapor over the third icicle, the ends of the icicle formed into a third star. “Yup that oughta do it.” He said to the wolf. “They’ll be up in the sky in no time, glowing brightly.”

“With so much open space in the heavens …” he said later that evening to his friend the wolf, as they sat gazing up at the star lit sky in contemplation of life, “… it’s a good thing love is still to be had. I don’t know how we’d make our new stars without it.”

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Yes, another longer short story (that sounds silly doesn’t it). Hope a few of you enjoyed, however! Sorry it isn’t scary, or horrifying or sad, or depressing or in any other way negative. I figure real life seems to have a pretty good lock on that one right now, for many, so I went to a different place.

If you’d like to try your hand at writing a story for Sunday Photo Fiction where the photograph is the prompt for your imagination, click here for the details. Alastair will guide you along your way. And, while there, be sure to click on the little blue guy for more short stories by some great writers!

Have a great week ahead,

~ Penny