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 Whisper of Hope

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~♡~

Humanity says: “Share with me just the smallest whisper of hope so my thoughts and emotions will hear you (despite the ever increasing global cacophony of change bombarding me day and night with intolerance, prejudice, inhumanity and indifference) and I promise you it shall be heard as the roar of a lion within my heart sick troubled soul and I shall take solace and share your whispers of hope with all who will listen.”

Life whispers: “You are ALL my children and you are loved.”

~♡~

 

The Little Child Inside Of Me

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The little child inside me believes in fairies and dragons

and all manner of wondrous things that fly through the sky.

The little child inside me believes I am as brave as a warrior

and can stand up to the mightiest beast and win.

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The little child inside me believes that all my tomorrows

will be filled with goodness and happiness.

The little child inside me smiles most frequently

And loves most deeply!

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The little child inside me believes that all the people she meets

will be enchanted with love in their hearts.

The little child inside me believes rainbows are the true colors of our being –

radiant with all shades for all people and living things.

The little child inside me believes in magic.

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The grown-up me occasionally thinks about magic, fairies and dragons

but forgets how real they can be, consigning them to an imaginary place.

The grown-up me wants to keep believing and being brave,

but has found life sometimes so scary she forgets how to be brave.

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The grown-up me worries about tomorrow

and forgets to remember it can be filled with happiness.

The grown-up me has met many people

and sometimes forgets to remind herself that there is love in their hearts too.

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The grown-up me still sees rainbows and stars shining in the skies above, but lately sometimes doesn’t see that all the colors are still beautiful and all the stars still shine as brightly as ever.

The little child inside of me reminds the grown-up me of what she believes in her heart.

The grown-up me hopes she will not forget and will continue to believe

in the little child inside me.

Penny L Howe, 2016

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The View We See

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It seems to me
that all we be
“The view we see”
depends upon
… me and thee! ~ Plh

Thank you. I hope your week is progressing in a most positive way and that it continues to be so in coming days. Also remember … take care of you!

With much affection,
~ Penny

Friends – The Power of … Awesome

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We Need Each Other!

To be thought of …

…To be supported

To sometimes be helped …

…To sometimes help others

To care …

… To reach out

To feel okay …

… To have value and purpose

To be all we can be …

… to be loved!

Every single one of us!

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Have a wonderful weekend and remember ~ take care of you!

Thank you,

~ Penny

There Is This …To Light Up Your Life

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When we hold onto beauty of life
   … with our eyes
   … with thoughts & actions
       and our hearts
We light up our lives & our souls!” ~ Plh

                             ~♡~

Have a most wonderful weekend, my global friends, take care of you!

with much affection,
~ Penny

Precious Moments ~ The Golden Elixir of Our Lives!

 

As we pass through our days, if we but notice, there are those special moments – perhaps visual, a spoken word, a deed, a song, a feeling.

Each releasing within us a golden elixir. Magical miraculous and perhaps a little mysterious. They tend to be fleeting, these precious moments …

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… a sweet emitted substance of sensation that can calm and lift a troubled and heavy heart.

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Precious the Moment

Today

embrace

those moments,

the mystery

wonder

glory

of

Life.

Open your eyes

your heart,

your very  being

so you can feel them.

Magical indeed!

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Have a wonderful Thursday and as always take care of you.

With Affection,

~Penny

Love – The Greatest Source of Inspiration!

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“Some of the greatest things created by man had their inspiration from LOVE!”

Not only that, but probably the most sustaining “glue” we humans have when relating to one another. I know there are many other emotions that can and do effect us in the course of our lives, Both negative and positive. But I believe Love stands alone when it comes to “Why” humans are still around. A sort of moral imperative, if you will.

The need to be loved. The need to love. HUGE … when if it comes right down to it and I do honestly believe the greatest source of inspiration and motivation that we humans will ever have.

I know it’s the reason I always have hope for us, our future and our planet. The “Love” factor will carry us through.

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Hope your week is being good for you, thank you for stopping by,

With affection,

~Penny

INK – and Global Scribes.org

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When I think of ink, scribes come to mind. Industrious, hardworking individuals who over the millennium painstakingly wrote down historical happenings for the preservation of events and beliefs of the time. Even today if one thinks about ink (unless you’re a printer) you associate it with the writer and his or her written words.

Originally, every written word laid down by a scribe was a work of art, not just the words themselves but also the beauty of their hand written script and scholarly works of art referred to as illuminated manuscripts.

Ink is life’s blood or liquid essence to writer/artisans. It always has been and always will be. Where would Shakespeare or Mozart have been without ink? Yes ink, containing within its elements the amazing magic to convert creative thoughts and ideas into physical reality. And that’s pretty darn awesome, if you ask me. (writer and an artist)

 

Recently I was contacted by Global Scribes™ (A nonprofit organization which fosters global unity by connecting youth to build cultural understanding and worldwide community through the beauty and the power of the written word). As a result, I have participated in a few creative writing projects for them. Including the short piece you just read “INK”.

If, like myself you are interesting in helping a  nonprofit group that fosters and actively encourages creativity in our youth around this amazing planet of ours, I strongly recommend you become involved as well. Contact them at Global Scribes™ . You won’t regret it. Global Scribes is new, young, flexible and appreciating all of the help they can get growing Awareness and Participation. 

Most sincerely,

Penny L Howe