The Lesson of The Color Yellow … Friday Fictioneers

A big shout out to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Friday Fictioneers. An outstanding place for authors to finesse their writing style each week by writing a flash fiction (100 words or less) or short story based on a photo prompt. For more info on how you can be a part of this fun loving group of writers or to just sample their creativity, click HERE!

My entry:

PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

The crowd was spellbound.

“It’s not just about the color yellow,” she said pausing for affect. “Although if one thinks about it yellow’s a most exceptional color. After all the sun shines yellow, the moon at its brightest is a rich golden yellow and we mustn’t forget glorious spring daffodils. Yes, yellow a truly fulfilling aspect of color.”

The shining vision of loveliness continued. “You see it’s not only about color in one’s life. It’s about the absence of it and most definitely one color should never be sufficient.”

Then with a mighty sweep of her wings the angel vanished from view.

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Thanks for stopping by, I hope you enjoyed my words. Have a wonderful rest of your week and weekend to come, rich with colors of every kind!

With sincere affection

~ Penny

The Fulcrum of Inspiration – Crafting Her Heart!


(7/20/08) New Orleans blacksmith artist Rachel David hammers part of a candle stick on the anvil at the Smartshop on a recent Sunday afternoon. David lives in the 9th Ward of New Orleans, onke of the areas hardest hit by Katrina. (John A. Lacko / Special to the Gazette)

Fulcrum: (noun) The support about which something turns. One that supplies capability for action.

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She’d long since decided she was better alone

she felt that somehow it was wise,

Although longing for love that was missing

 It stayed absent in any guise.

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 But when ent’ring her fulcrum of crafting

Inspiration soared forth from her dreams

unrequited love quite forgotten

As she crafted her heart to well-being.

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“Life, a never-ending gift – express yours today!” ~ Plh

Happy Weekend! A great time to use your imagination and dream, wonder, create, inspire … enjoy!

With affection,

~ Penny

Achieving a Winning Edge in a Cruel World.

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“When your heart is open you can see love blooms everywhere – knowing the vibration of love is nature’s true essence for life and renewal.”~ Plh

The title of this article does sound rather stark, doesn’t it? Sadly, lots of truth going on “out there” to support this. Bullies who bully, Saddists with sick hurtful and just plain wrong agendas and Power Brokers who utilize our fears to achieve their goals, definitely not for the benefit of humanity or any other life form,  but rather to supply the demand of the greedy.

So what to do BE FEARLESS!

1. Remember the word “WE” needs to be inclusive for all of us to profit. Not exclusive depending on race, location, background, education, gender, age or any other thing that far too often can separate us (as humans) from each other.

2. Know that most of us are caring, loving, generous and extremely capable of awesome ingenuity, intellect, integrity, creativeness and productivity.

3. Hang out with the #2 group. Which is the majority of us (whew!). And most especially,  Don’t allow fear to control your actions. Be fearless, for yourself and others. Be true to fairness, loving values, and gratitude.

And as for the rest? Believe in you and your innate ability to not only make a positive difference, but to be happy and successful with all that you seek to do and be, regardless of naysayers!

As one of you, I wish you the very best in your endeavors. You are not alone!

Thank you. Have an awesome weekend.

With much love to you,
~ Penny

Sunday Photo Fiction – The Language of the Birds

 

This week’s Sunday Photo Fiction challenge is a sweet photo of a mother and her ducklings (Thanks Al), my offering follows. For more information about either participating or reading other writers entries click here.

141 01 January 31st 2016

photo copyright Alastair Forbes, 2016

The Language of the Birds

As I walk along the water, mind in a meditative state,  I feel most peaceful viewing the sweet scenic image of a mother duck keeping cautious eye on her brood of ducklings paddling nearby in the fresh water pond.  Colorful array of small fish and pebbles just beneath the shallow rippling waters create a pleasant visual sensation of harmony and tranquility, life and renewal.

I admit to being moved by this comforting view of reality, even with the realization of  knowing that we all live in a consciousness hologram, set in linear time for the experience and subsequent recording of related emotions.  Such is the nature of the great human ‘bio-genetic Earth experiment’ of which I was, until recently an unknowing participant.

Of course now that I am aware, the worldwide pattern recognition reoccurring in all areas of life seem obvious to me. Layers of past, present and future (“the all-time” as I like to think of it) linking together as one.  I hope my human experiences are therefore not compromised (as a result of this knowledge) in my memory banks.

However I find it most synchronous, even intriguing  to be strolling past this pastoral scene of life and birds, whilst also finding myself in the middle of deciphering a mystical and mysterious book “The Language of the Birds”. An ancient manuscript purported to be about our true human beginnings, mailed to me by an anonymous source. Clearly the language the ducks are speaking here is not of what the book is referencing … but then again, perhaps …

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Thanks for stopping by, hoping the remainder of your week is a positive and creative one.

With affection,

~ Penny

 

 

The Age of Aquarius – Let the Sun Shine In!

Open your hearts and fill with love. There’s room for every living thing on our planet. I am a Februarian, that is to say I was born in February. Most definitely the month of Love. So I agree with the following video ~ completely! (If these folks look a little hippy, consider changing the word “hippy” to “happy” – I’m good with that!) 

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All my love to all of you,

~ Penny

Your Inspiration, Where Does It Come From?

The View From Your Eyes!

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“The View From Your Eyes – Infinity of Being is your true inspiration” ~ Plh

“When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their bonds: Your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction, and you find yourself in a new, great, and wonderful world. Dormant forces, faculties and talents become alive, and you discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.” ~ Patanjali 

What inspires …

Love inspires. Beauty inspires. Bravery inspires. The human spirit of never giving up, inspires. Tenderness inspires. Happiness inspires. Caring people making a difference, inspires. Thoughtfulness, inspires.

A smile inspires. A mother and/or father caring for their family inspires. Children Inspire. The aged and elderly inspire. A young adult woman or man just starting to explore their world inspires.

The changing seasons inspire. Nature inspires. Animals inspire.

LIFE!

Life – in all it’s richness and diversity – inspires!

For some unknown reason I’ve had more than a fair share of close calls with death. Up close and personal close calls where I thought there would be no tomorrow. And I’ve dealt with pain, surgeries and months, years of coping with same, before moving on to a better place, because that happens too.

Raising my children as a single mom, messing up again and again, sometimes making very poor decisions in the process. What I’ve learned is that our life experiences mold us. They shape how we are – and who we will become.

Speaking for myself, I am a female who has survived,  grateful for each new day I get to share with others. I take nothing for granted, staying hopeful that something I say or do will positively impact others.  My way of saying “Thank you” to the universe for allowing me to live another day, sometimes in the face of great adversity. In summation …

Life IS our inspiration and we – through the prism of life, as viewed and experienced by ourselves – can and do inspire others. Inspiration come full circle. How rich we want our life to be entirely dependent on …

… “The view from our eyes!”

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Thank you, from my heart,

~ Penny

A Warmth Against Her Skin – Sunday Photo Fiction

Hi Al and thank you for providing this wonderful weekly writers challenge (200 words or less) based on a photo. I love your city photo below, beautiful! For more information on how to enter Sunday Photo Fiction’s writers challenge (or to sample the other authors creative work) click here

My offering follows:

140 01 January 24th 2016

Photo Credit and copyright Alastair Forbes 2016

A Warmth Against Her Skin

Walking briskly along the street, she listened to early morning sounds of the waking city. Although warmly dressed, chilly air still managed to permeate the several layers of thick winter clothing. She hugged herself feeling an intense need for warmth against her skin.

Continuing her morning walk, she passed street vendors, inhaling the enticing aromas of breakfast fare being served to waiting customers. Recognizing her, a few vendors waved hello, welcoming smiles spread upon their friendly faces.

“Nancy,” one of the vendors called, volume of his voice raised so she’d be sure to hear him. “How about a hot cup of coffee and pastry to warm you up this morning? And say …” he added, noticing she was alone, “where’s your walking companion today?”

She shook her head, smiling a sad little smile back, hugging herself even more fiercely against the cold.

“I’m solo now,” She responded, an involuntary shiver to her movements, realization finally setting in that it wasn’t warmth against her skin that was missing, it was a warmth so desperately needed to stop the cold dark emptiness pouring out of her broken heart.

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Thank you for stopping by, I hope your week is a great one filled to overflowing with warmth – in both your heart and your life!

With much affection,

~ Penny