Progress Never Sleeps ~ Haibun for Yesterday!

The Oil Lamp …

standing upright much as a soldier on parade. The base, cleaned and refilled, silver burner polished to gleaming brightness. The wick trimmed, now standing in attention. Glass chimney thoroughly scrubbed so not one single speck of soot mars the surface.

The oil lamp stands on the table in a modest home.  Now to be found in many homes. At the ready for the approaching night when once again it will light the way from darkness to light  for those to appreciate man’s great progress.

 

yesterday’s progress
most wondrous thing to behold
now it never sleeps

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“Sometimes progress moves too fast for us mere mortals to keep pace in the endless nights of change.” Penny L Howe

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Thanks for stopping by, I hope you have an excellent week. Try not to burn too much midnight oil, my friends … and remember to take care of you!

With affection,

~ Penny

3:30 a.m.- Love, light and technology…

…to chase away the fears.

Two years ago – to the day, I wrote the following blog post! It is still one of my favorites (and a true story), for all the obvious “feel good” type feelings. Hope it works for you too!

It is the middle of the night. Very, very stormy outside. Thunder and lightning in all it’s majestic power. Asleep in my bed, I discover myself waking up, the sounds from the summer storm rousing me.

A small hand touches my arm … 

“G.P.?”  A small quiet voice in the dark questions. 

“Yes, Emma?” I respond softly. I live in a household that consists of several children, two adults, and assorted animals. As a reference point I am called ‘G.P.’ (a nickname) by all.

The youngest has woken from the loud thunder and bright flashes of lightning raging outside.

 “The thunder woke me up”. She said.

“It did me too.” I say.

In very short order Emma is in bed next to me, wide awake. I get up, turning on the bed lamp before I leave to make coffee. A short while later I’m back, bringing a cupful of nice hot “wake me up” brew along with my laptop, a cup of hot chocolate for Emma and her DSI (Hand-held game/system). Since both are wireless, we can use them safely during the storm.

Franky, one of my two cats is also afraid of the storm, so at 3:30 a.m. we snuggle, occupy ourselves with our electronics, sip on warm beverages, and weather the storm with love, light and the technology of the day.

“G.P.?” Emma says as she settles in to play videos on her DSI.

“Yes, Emma?” I answer.

“I love you.” She replies quietly.

“Me too.” I reply in an equally soft voice.

And all is well in the middle of the night.

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Have a great week everyone, stay as cool as you can in this summer heat, and stay safe from stormy weather!

~Penny

 

Life’s Reality – or another crazy night? Ligo Haibun Challenge

This week the Ligo Haibun Challenge presents two quotes as prompts! I have chosen the George Carlin quote:

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“And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.” ― George Carlin

A full moon out tonight, as I walked alone. A clear sky too. Very cool, the air crisp this late in the season. I didn’t notice the full moon right away, my mind turning out to be every bit as full as the moon shining down on me. My thoughts confusing, taken up with the insanity of life’s struggles! The moon seemed to have it’s own agenda anyway, up there so high, aloft from everything happening down here.

I remember shivering, pulling my jacket tightly against my body, I don’t know what possessed me to walk down to the river in the first place. It’s even chillier there, but I could hear the water lapping against the shore and it seems soothing – does that sound crazy – and I’m tempted, indeed drawn to the dark liquid. The need to touch, so strong. It won’t change my existence, still I scoop up the water in my hands, feeling velvety ice water threading through my fingers.

Damn, everything feels so futile tonight, an emptiness. The moon mocking my solo sojourn to the river, as if to echo those meaningless feelings. I see my kneeling silhouette illuminated against the rippling water, proving my reality, at least. My fingers are frozen numb now, doesn’t matter. I could hear the moon, you see. It was howling and I recognized the tune. I’d heard it before.

And with that recognition I could walk back home, even with the moon still mocking in it’s solitary mode. I’m impervious now, entirely focused on rubbing my hands together to get some warmth back into them.

just another night
no winners, no losers – just life
and the howling moon
 
 
 
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For more information about The Ligo Haibun Challenge and to give your writing talents a try click here! A great activity for writers to take part in!

~ Penny

In Your Night of Days … know there will be light!

The children of the densely treed forest dozed, curled about one another among twisted roots, snuggled near the base of a tree. They could hear her words of wisdom, words whispered through the night among drowsy thoughts in their sleepy minds. Mother Nature knew her children and smiled down on them, nurturing as they slumbered.

“…and there will be those days of sunlight … and there will be those nights of darkness. Do not fear the darkness of the night, for in the morning of the day, the sun will shine again.

But when Darkness steals into your life to take from you, your precious heart of love … then know (and she reached out and embraced them all – every single one) … I will be there to shine for you as the sun shines on a blue-skied day. I will not let the Darkness carry you away.

Rest easy on those night of days. Know all will be well, little ones … all will be well.”

And the children of the forest slept, safe in her loving arms for another night of rest!

“Believe that in your night of days
When Darkness enters in,
There is hope do not despair
The light will shine again.”

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~ Penny L Howe, 2013

Alastairs Photo Fiction – Invincible!

A new photo prompt from Alastair. A challenge to write a flash fiction, a few hundred words. For information on how to join in the writing fun click here!

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Photograph copyright Alastair Forbes, 2013

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Sitting in the cockpit of his fighter aircraft, George was twitchy. This, the seventh night in a row. Designated one of the “intruders” each night he’d patrol the German airfields in France from his Hawker Hurricane attempting to catch night bombers during takeoffs or landings.

Henry should have been up here with him, flying nearby. He was gone, shot down in action. A life long friend, gone. But he wasn’t going to think about that. He could see the illuminating lights from the German airfield.

His focus tonight, centered there. He tried not to think about the enemy below. Tried to control the sweat coming out over his body, running down his back, his ribs. He hadn’t been afraid before, though there were the cannon shell holes, evident in the wood and fabric covering of his fighter aircraft from previous engagements; it had never bothered him. They had been invincible.

He and Henry, the invincible duo. It had become a joke with their friends, they did everything together, took risks for the fun of it and then the war and they joined the RAF (Royal Air Force) together, of course. Not for the fun of it. No this was different.

 A fight for their freedom. And they had not only put together a good team, but after each squadron’s successful run, each air victory, their fellow Fighters would cheer their return. Not tonight. Tonight the squadron was one less, without his comrade at arms, his buddy, his life long friend.

Circling above, he continued to watch the glowing lights from the lit airfield beneath him. He had never felt so empty, so alone … so afraid.

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War sucks … all wars!

~ Thanks for stopping by,
Penny

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Longing … in the night

 
 
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There is inside
a place in me,
a place I dare not go
the longing … in the night.
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He must know of my longing,
buried  deep within,
… and my endless, sleepless nights
restless … with desire.
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There’d been a time he’d ‘known’
reaching out to me,
… Satiating passions need 
Conquering with … his will.
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Now only nights of emptiness
that once were so divine.
Perfection of the night time
… when safe within his arms,
securely loved, a certainty
within … the night time’s hours.
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All lost except the craving,
the longing … in the night.
 
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Penny L Howe, 2013

Wouldn’t it be nice …

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Wouldn’t it be nice … if the first thing in the morning, you woke to (what to you) would be a wonderful awakening? Whatever you determine that might be! A loving individual giving you a cheerful good morning, someone to joyfully lend a hand to your morning (hectic) activities needing to be accomplished. Something in nature or your life that simply welcomes you in a joyous way to the new day.

And wouldn’t it also be nice if the last thing at night before you closed your eyes and slept, you received those same joyful feelings? Because someone or something occurred that suddenly made your whole day seem worthwhile. And more important; maybe helped you to sleep a little better, not be so stressed out about things and wake in the morning, looking forward to your new day.

Wouldn’t it be nice?

Soooooo. Stop reading (unless you just woke up or are getting ready to go to bed) and then come back and finish this post then!

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Although I’m not there

in person.

And cannot reach out and touch you,

 sooth your tired spirit

and comfort your weary soul.

Nor can I physically

reach out and hold your hand,

squeezing with affection.

I cannot look deeply into your eyes

and convince you of your worth and value

to this life we share of, on our planet.

However …

… I can and do remind you of

how unique and special you

are to me, and important.

I can send you love across the miles

with a wish of well-being for you on this day.

You are not alone,

you are loved.

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Penny

Have the best weekend you can have!

There is this …

… About Summer

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there is this – about a summer’s day

there is this – the blues are chased away

there is this – creating time to play

there is this – the sunshine’s golden ray

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there is bliss – in summer’s night

there is bliss – the stars so bright

there is bliss – just seems so right

this and bliss – summer delight!

~ Penny L Howe, 2013

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Happy Summer everyone, go out and play!

~ Penny

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The Music of Us … Listen!

Sound, Soul, Muse and Life…Isn’t it wonderful?

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My joy, my love, my great pleasure to listen and embrace the creative moment where all comes together.

Listen

Love

Embrace

Enjoy …

… Isn’t life wonderful?

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Street Music!

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I love the countryside and feeling close to the earth, but I also enjoy the nature of city life. I used to have a studio loft in downtown Portland, Oregon. It was on Main street in the heart of the city.

The creative energy that can be found at night in the city can be awesome.  Frequently I’d leave my windows open to listen to late night city sounds. and sometimes, something magical could be heard.

Thank you for visiting,

~ Penny

Scawy…Very Scawy…trust no one!

During one of the first Halloween holidays that a little girl of 5 had been very vocal about, she had an incident that scared her. She put her small hand up to her chest and patting her heart very quickly and with very wide open eyes said “Scawy…very scawy”. Sometimes I agree with the feelings of that little girl.

I do love Halloween for all the fun traditions that it represents, however some of the aspects of this spooky night can be very scawy, as a little girl so eloquently demonstrated. So having said that here is my scawy story for you:

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She was alone, she hadn’t meant to be alone. It wasn’t supposed to have worked out that way. It was late, the streets were deserted, she was about 3 blocks from her car and she was alone.

The Moon had disappeared behind dark and gloomy looking clouds, giving the shadows surrounding her an almost eerie life-like appearance.

“No Worries” she said to herself as she walked along, “I can walk these next few blocks by myself, I’m not afraid”.

Just because it was Halloween didn’t mean it was any different from any other night. A sound was heard off to her right behind her. A soft sound, and then another, the sound of footsteps, She turned and looked in the direction of the sound, nothing there. She turned back again walking faster.

The footsteps could be heard to be coming nearer. “Oh crap”, she thought, her heart beginning to beat faster, “I really don’t need this, not tonight”. Suddenly a black cat appeared in front of her and she shrieked without meaning to. She staggered around the cat, her walk now increased to almost a run. The streets seemed even darker than before. The edges of the shadows seemed to be reaching out to touch her.

The now pounding footsteps behind her were running, their pounding keeping beat with her racing heart. She broke into a run.

She could see her car, so near. Her breathing ragged, she was sure she could make it, so near now, so near. In just another few seconds, she reached out to the handle of the door. Locked, “Oh my lord”. She thought, A heavy hand landed on her shoulder, she screamed and turned.

“Lady, I’m sorry, I’ve been trying to catch you for several blocks now. You left your purse at the restaurant when you paid your bill.” The Restaurant manager was breathing as heavy as she as was as he handed her the purse. She smiled a shaky smile and thanked him. He smiled back.

She felt so silly, so very silly, it was Halloween after all the mind plays tricks on one’s imagination, She reached into her purse for her keys and turned to thank him once more. His smile was larger than before, that was when she saw the fangs.

Happy Halloween, everyone,

Penny