Throwback Thursday – Bruce Lee, flow … be water!

Bruce Lee

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

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

Unlock your Heart – Let love roam free!

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Difficult to imagine there might be a key to one’s heart. Yet there is a special “something” inside each of us we keep safe, waiting for the moment when we can fully bloom and come alive. Love is the key. And whether it be love of one special person, or the love of life (and living it) as a whole, it will be love that completely unlocks a person to their full potential!

The Unlocked Heart

The beat, heart’s rhythm waits for the key

to unlock our hearts so love can roam free.

A heart filled with love blossoms and grows.

Life filled with love, everyone knows

Is the key to happiness …

because it shows. 

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Penny

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Thanks for stopping by, I hope your heart is filled with love and you are having an excellent weekend,

with affection,

~ Penny

Thank YOU – 100,000 visitors, I thank you all!

By mensatic

By the time you read this. I will have reached a milestone of sorts. I’ve had one hundred thousand visits from people from around our wonderful planet. Actually stopping by to visit from 155 different countries. I’m most happy and honored to have achieved this much, and am so very grateful for your friendships. I don’t have words to properly convey this as well as I would like so I’ll just repeat, with great sincerity from my heart:

Thank You!

Penny

LOVE, Glorious Magnificent Love – My All Time Favorite Word!

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There is no word better than the wordLove“! I’d use it in every sentence if I could. The value of this word is gigantic, immense, huge, compared to the very smallness of the sound. The meaning is endless in its potential for all life … and there’s another wonderful, most excellent 006 003word … “Life”.

We are blessed each day we wake up to our lives, in spite of everything that goes wrong, in spite of everything WE do wrong. In spite of sadness, in spite of pain, in spite of evil, in spite of every negative thing one can think of, there is still life and there is still love. And that, all by itself when one considers human nature is pretty darn amazing, or maybe it isn’t so amazing after all.

I guess to me what is ultimately amazing is our ability to love and care and reach out and touch others with the gift of love. No gift is greater, regardless if you’re on the giving or receiving end.

Let’s do it more … lots and lots more. It just feels so wonderful and life sustaining -

to be thought of with loving thoughts,

to be cared for in a loving way

and to know you are loved.

Because you are … Loved!

~ Penny

Hope – binding thread of strength!

By LeanneStewart

In the smallest corner of being

sometimes so small it hides,

You will still find it there

because hope hangs on.

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When certain there’s no winning

and all is done for naught

there yet exists a spark of light,

… hope hangs on.

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Human nature guarantees

we’ll fail more than we win,

and I think that’s why there’s hope

,,, hope hangs on.

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Dreams are made from wishes

desires made from dreams,

hope the binding thread of all

… hope hangs on.

P.L. Howe, 2014
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And  speaking personally, I think that’s a very good thing indeed!

~ Penny