The Freedom of Your Thoughts … Illusionary?

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Does the mind wander? Be cautious, there is flotsam – impregnable, polluting, and ever enticing – floating nearby, sometimes successfully pulling one inexorably toward the shores of inevitability.

Is there true freedom in thought? I wonder?

Grains of truth and hope do sparkle along the shoreline and can be found clinging in shallow tidal pools of awareness, even as the currents of existence ebb and flow.

Away from these imponderable shores, one can be found being concerned with futures. Wandering thoughts venture into the Mountains and Valleys of Uncertainties where contraindications often lead to the Cliffs of Lemmings where – located at the extreme edge – is the precipice of one’s known reality. If not careful our thoughts can morph into a herd-like mentality.

I know we do not desire for conscious thoughts to be distorted from the natural order of things, nor do we willfully choose to be persuaded, influenced or lulled into a condition contrary to who we are.

Yet there are outward influences that often subjugate our understanding and desire for a thing. Often insidious and unequivocally mind altering.

So I shall ask again. Are our thoughts really our own?  And if not – I promise that I – for one – will escape the shores of my own Inevitability!

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Thank you, may your weekend be a pleasant one.

~ Penny

The Song of All Souls

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Misty morn or perhaps early evening.

The Song of All Souls

Within seedlings of trees that grow

And the whisper of winds that blow

In the river flowing down to the sea

Hear the song of all souls singing free.

In the laughter of people at play

The bright sun giving light to each day

All the planets and stars in the sky

Share love’s song deep inside you and I.

The waves as they crash on the beach

Golden moonbeams we look up to reach

And the love that we all need so much

From this song, closed hearts can be touched.

Deep inside where love has no wall

Our souls they do sing out to all

They guide like the outgoing tide

to the seas where all hearts open wide.

Plh~2016

Sun bursts through the trees high above huge waterfalls and cascades in Oregon's Columbia Gorge.

Sun bursts through the trees high above huge waterfalls and cascades in Oregon’s Columbia Gorge.

Thank you, have a wonderful week,

~ Penny

 

 

The Shaman’s Dream

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He, alone in contemplation. Curious and saddened, wondering if he were the reason things had gone wrong, knowing only the way of things and he but a vessel of knowledge, not a portent.

She, the portent. Change swirls about her. Spiralling out. Fibonacci wisdom, from seeds to galaxies ~ her key. She holds the golden key tightly. Her key.

She opens doors to a new awareness. A new reality? So much change. Is nature not to still be nature? Can she really do all this? Yes, she can.

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Ahhh, he reflects, of course. She is of nature and birth and growth. She is of life, not death. Her change is the correct change. No more killing fields. Mankind will change. It is so.

He wonders what … how … he will be after the change.

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The golden key, a mere symbol, she herself – the key of change. But this change signifies a new balance. Yin Yang become relevantly/irrelevant. Such is this nature of change.

life gives birth to change
change gives life to birth
birth gives change to life

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And so it comes ~ A time of great change. Are you ready?

Release date Early Spring of 2016:
The Spiral Corridor
A scifi/fantasy novel (or our actual future?) by P.L.Howe

Every Living Thing Has a Story to Tell.

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Every living thing on our planet has an involvement they share in. A story to tell. Even those that are silent“~Plh

To use a bit of a metaphor here, many of us have moved too far away from our roots. And its hurting us … as a species. We are as irrevocably connected to the flora, fauna and wildlife as they are to us. Fact, not some idealistic fantasy.

The biodiversity health of our planet is dependent on the ongoing natural interaction of all life. And for quite awhile we’ve been messing with nature inappropriately.

Something we all need to not just be thinking more about, but actually doing something. NOW. We need to begin today. Its important for all our tomorrows.

In fact, probably more than we realize.
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Thanks for stopping by,

With affection,
Penny

What do you really see in the world today and does it matter?

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In your daily activities, do you see the image of the thing or the thing itself! Life is life. People are people. Things are just things! Getting our priorities in order will hopefully be what puts humanity back on course.

Some saw it coming, the age of large industrial companies and now technological corporations as well, multinational megalithic companies employing 9 to 5 (or longer hrs) workers (hence an outdated school system that hasn’t kept pace but keeps churning out children to be workers for others), removal from home environments in country settings and removal, for many people, from nature itself. The abuse going on with each other, with wild animals, with our lands and seas, wouldn’t be happening if we (all of us) were paying attention and not so intensely focused on those created images manufactured to sell the next new latest, greatest thing! Things. Lots and lots of things.

We have to re-energize our souls. Stop the hate, which achieves nothing but more hate. Stop the killing. It’s wrong :period: Begin again by paying attention to what matters. Family, friends, neighborhoods, communities and yes the manner in which we are governed. The purpose of having governments is to protect the rights of it’s citizens. This cannot happen when governments and politicians around the world are controlled by big business interests, which they are. As are the wars and the subsequent poverty in emerging countries by willful disregard for the needs of the locals when big business moves in.

There is so much raw potential in the human spirit to make a positive difference in our world today. Truly awesome, but it cannot continue on it’s current path.

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If mother nature had a form

mayhaps she’d be a tree,

or a little garden worm

but not the likes of ……me or thee!

Penny L Howe, 2015

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I know there are many who feel as I do, I am hopeful the number of passionate people for intelligent change on our planet continues to grow, just as life should be allowed to do!

Thanks for stopping by, hope you’re enjoying your weekend – have a great week ahead and as always take care of you!

With much affection,

~ Penny

 

To Walk Among the Trees – Illumination!

Marvelous, beautiful trees!

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“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.” ~ John Muir

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I love nature with a passion. And I think trees are among the best things nature has to offer us. So to clear my mind, calm my insides and once again be in tune with the rhythm of life, (as it should be) I’ll walk among the trees.

The feeling is freeing, I don’t feel alone but a comfortable, solitary oneness that is acceptable when trees are keeping you company. You might say I’m a tree hugger because I do worry about how many trees are cut down in the name of “progress”. But first and foremost I’m a tree lover and the best way to appreciate trees is to get out there among them.

Go for a walk in the countryside, when you can. You’ll thank me for it, or if not me then the trees you’ll meet while there.

Have an excellent weekend my friends, and remember … take care of you!

with affection,

~ Penny

Winds Do Blow, Even Though!

 

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The Winds Will Blow – copyright © Penny L Howe, 2014

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Mighty winds of Earth do blow

Swinging frongs move to and fro

But all in all what do they know

How our modern gardens grow

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Waters of the Earth do flow

But all in all what do they know

Even as the rain  bestows

What we drink – even though

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Sunlight from the sun does show

Mooonbeams from the moon do glow

But all in all what do they know

‘cept shining light they send below

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We mutate plants to help them grow

I worry much for what we sow

But all in all – what do I know

helpless, sad and much sorrow

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when waste is all we’ve come to know.

What will be our tomorrow?

~ Penny