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

When Nights in Paradise Become Lonely

The physical attributes of paradise cannot be gainsaid and needless to add, each person has their own view of what their surroundings of paradise would contain.

But here’s the thing, just as no person is an island onto themselves, our emotional hearts require the taste and nourishment of paradise too. Without shared love, affection and caring regard from others to sustain and lift us up in our darker hours, a creeping insidious aspect begins; even in the most seemingly ideal paradise (perspectively speaking). An aspect which may ultimately undo the original intent of a seeker of paradise.

*For me, paradise is first and foremost about bountiful and sincere expressions and actions of love, after which the ambiance of physical trappings may be added.

“Seek you then to love openly and freely with caring, joyful fulsomeness. The best sort of paradise will always begin within loving hearts.”~Plh

May your days ahead be filled with many good things. Have the best week possible. Thanks for stopping by.

(*btw I’m perfectly understanding of the many many who, in today’s interesting times, would be content with just waking up to a less insane mentality than the one currently proliferating around the world. Me too!)

With sincere affection,

~Penny

Keep Playing Your Song

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The music in your soul comes from your loving heartor perhaps it’s the other way around, no matter, keep playing your beautiful song for everyone to hear.” Plh

Never forget you are uniquely you.

You’re special, individual,  and one of a kind.

And I find that to be absolutely wonderful.

Have a great weekend and remember … take care of you.

With much affection,
~ Penny

A Season of Festivities – To be who we are!

We’re humans, give us a reason and we’ll celebrate or come together if it’s a crisis. During this time of year, many tend to create a more positive environment to live in. We try a little harder to be nicer, to share, to give. We have a reason, you see.

And whatever your spiritual beliefs, many of you will find the extra bright and colorful lights, the extra hustle and bustle, the beautiful holiday music and special events, a reminder that we are human and we have a common purpose.

To be who we are.

We’ll get it  right or we’ll get it wrong, wish we could do more for those who have less, some will find this time of year depressing for those self same reasons, and many will simply feel a little bit or a lot happier through the seasons festivities, and that’s okay! We are human and that’s what we do…

What we do best, actually … be who we are!  Enjoy this season of giving and loving, as you can. Take especially good care of you (try not to be too overwhelmed with responsibilities) … you matter, you’re important and you do make a positive difference (even if you don’t think you do), you do!

All my love,

~ 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

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