My Gift for Christmas – The Golden Orbs

In 2013 I wrote a “feel good” Christmas story. I’d like to share it again this year. It’s for children too. 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 had walked up slowly 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 lite up tree and then the girl had a sudden thought. With a worried look upon 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 that 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 realized they wouldn’t have a beautifully lit tree to show their father when they walked inside their hut. 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 as their dad trudged into the house. They looked once more at their shiny golden tree and then ran to greet their father and to 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

The Colors of Our Creative World

First things first, I’d like to wish everyone very happy holidays and a Merry Christmas.

So here’s my why about this thought of the day:

I believe the colors of our imagination are far greater (and mysterious) than simple primary templates such as nature itself illustrates. It’s the greater profusion of multiples of blendings and shadings that actually create the multilayered complexity of life (as we assume it to be).

To share ourselves more fully, when we can, it is then needed to dive deeply into this beautiful and imaginative array of colors. This be where the hidden underbelly of creativity within reality can, perhaps, more fully reveal mysteries we’re surrounded by and a part of but have yet to discover.

Whimsical? Maybe or maybe not. In any event I suggest we color ourselves as beings filled with curious curiosities. Such then may our creative thought and expressiveness be more fully formed, revealed and realized.

I wish you most well, dear creative souls. This means you, of course.

With much affection,

~ Penny

words in ink

I don’t reblog often, but when I do … well … this poem is simply beautiful and had to share it here with you. ♡♡♡

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work of art by anelephantcant

Click here to hear the poet read his words:

words in ink

I want to write words in ink the colour of your eyes
I want to compose music to the rhythm of your heart
I want to create a work of art as beautiful as your smile
And I want always to go back to the start

I want to write words in ink the colour of your eyes
That see the world in your sweet forgiving way
That look at me with that gentle affectionate glow
And shine more brightly at the daft rhymes I say

I want to compose music to the rhythm of your heart
The heart that beats with a passion so pure
I want to add lyrics to sing to you in your dreams
To produce a lullaby that only my love can cure

I want to create a…

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A Hug for the Soul …

… is needed today, more than ever. So many worries. So many fears. Be brave, be strong, continue to care, give and love.

The feeling of goodness, of caring and sharing is growing stronger within many of us. We are the majority on this our beautiful planet Earth. We are making positive changes, albeit slower than we would wish.

Take care of you and yours in difficult days ahead. I continue to believe in you. Every single one. You, each of you, are so special and needed today for your talent, wisdom and especially your caring ways.

“Great hope in one’s heart is a hug for the soul” ~Plh

Never give in, never give up. Believe. You can do this.

 

With much affection, I wish you well,

~Penny

The Strength of Her Convictions – A Reminder!

Dwelling deep inside is an abiding nurturing spirit and lest you ever forget it, the strength of a woman’s will is of a most awesome and passionate kind. Reread history. Many, many females of the past and present have had to endure, suffer, survive and overcome (just for being a female) all the while nurturing, loving and protecting as she can.

She has always understood, within her very being, her distinctive and real human role. The role to help insure the survival of her (sometimes violent and brutal) species. Intellect, caring and loving are a huge part of that capability. Now is a good time for females to be reassured that the way they are made is not a “weakness” but a strength.

She IS the strength of her convictions and regardless of being handicapped by those who think and tell her otherwise, she still will always be the She who most will count on, from birth going forward! It is not a coincidence that Nature is called Mother Nature. The sobriquet for the greatest force on the planet is Mother. Think on that one for a minute.

All humans are flawed. Each of us come with our own personal set of shortcomings. When I speak of females I am referencing the universal understanding of the gender as a whole, not one sort of individual.

We are not only equal, we are ‘equal to’ the challenges now being presented to us.

For all the women out there: This post is for you ~ be you a mom, daughter, sister, friend or other. Inside us is a strength that has always been. In no way are we the “weaker” sex. We never have been …

~ Penny L. Howe

Life’s Internal Survival Tools … So Handy for Today!

I fear change, unless curiosity and anticipation encourage me through a newly opened door of opportunity. I hate what doesn’t agree with me unless my compassion, caring and need to understand takes charge and helps me to greater wisdom.

Reality can definitely seem overwhelming unless/until my imagination takes over and finally, I know sometimes I feel a sense of despair until my hopeful spiritual nature and dreams come forth to guide me to a better place.

Isn’t it a most wonderful thing to know that we (each) have our own internal toolbox of survival tools always available to us. If we remember to use them.

You do … Don’t you?

Be an Encourager. First to yourself and then to others! Thanks for stopping by and have a great new week to come. I wish you well.

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Most Sincerely,

~ Penny

I Did It!!

Just had to share this blog. On so many levels, Christina’s recently published book is much more than just another book of poetry. Her raw courage to begin emotional and self healing and rediscovery (following a series of seemingly never-ending trials and stark tragedy) by putting words into a written form of expression is inspirational in and of itself but, oh, the moving poetic brilliance of her words is mesmerizing. I will be rereading each poem as a masterpiece from a wordsmith again and again. Truly her book is a gift from one person’s broken and reconstructing heart to be cherished, loved and shared with the hearts of many others. I do strongly encourage you to consider checking her book out. Well worth your time and yes, she deserves it.

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My dear friends!

I know time has passed while I have been continuing to fight those fierce inner battles…but… I’ve been making progress too. So, now that it’s complete, not only am I back, but I can finally share my incredible news with you!

I’ve been hard at work these past months getting my first book, an anthology of my poetry, ready for you!

Final draft 1

As you can see off to the right a pretty little photo of my book (that will take you to Amazon). For 5 days, September 3rd-7th, the ebook version will be free, after that you can purchase it on Kindle or paperback (available now) via Amazon. Also, on Kindle Unlimited you can read it for free as well.

As for the donate button…

I am asking for your help my friends…for your support. Every dollar you so graciously give goes to my roof fund. I am…

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The Ethereal Symmetry of Just … Being

We must leave in no doubt the pure poetic power

found within a single flower emitting a sensual immediacy

of beauty most profound.

Yet even greater, and in addition to, is the resonating frequency of life

this one single flower transmits for all to experience and know,

if we would but allow ourselves to feel:

… the overlooked ethereal, eternal symmetry of just … being.

~Plh, 2018

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Welcome September and a very warm welcome to all my friends. Those I know and those I’ve yet to meet. May your days and weeks ahead be filled with creative happenings and positive experiences. I wish you well.

With sincere affection,

Penny

In Pursuit of Elusive Motivation

If you are attempting to increase your motivation for accomplishing a thing but feel stymied on how to make this happen, then consider the following:

A passionate determination is the true starting point for enabling the release of one’s emotional persistence. Persistence, in turn, opens the (often too tightly closed) gateway into core inner strengths (energy).

We become stronger and more capable (in effect more motivated) for dispelling personal fears –  facing down and overcoming obstacles that frequently occur during our pursuit of goals. The message here is very clear – be passionate. Be passionate with your creative endeavors. Be passionate with your beliefs and most importantly, your belief of self.

You can do this! Yes. You. Can.

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Thanks for stopping by. Have a great week ahead and always remember to take care of you. I wish you well.

~ Penny

Being Powerful

Being powerful without honor & moral values isn’t being strong at all. Rather it’s brawn made up of fear & greed masquerading as same & failing miserably. Bravery with honor and valor on the other hand is a most magnificent thing to behold.” ~Plh

Always true, from the smallest every day bravery to the largest.

 

With much affection, I wish you well.

Penny ~ Plh