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

The Window of Our Soul

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The Window of Our Soul

We gaze upon life’s mysteries

from the window of our soul,

 mesmerizing vagaries,

 transfiguring transparencies,

manipulation be our role?

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 Are we the chosen players,

embedded in this life,

transplanted elementals

insubstantial consequentals,

must we flourish midst this strife?

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Or in truth, are we exploring

while refining redefining

what is known, to what will be

 enlightened beings who can see,

– through the window of our soul!

~ Plh

The Value of Love

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Painting by Daniel F Gerhartz

She is silent, peacefully so.

He is sleeping a blissful comfort, most profound.

They’ve found not only love, but in this moment a pure value – emotional sensations indeed profound.

It won’t last, of course, because mercurial love is a living kaleidoscope, the slightest movement, or motion will rearrange these amazing sensations love bestows upon us. Capricious, unpredictable, quicksilver, whimsical, impulsive, fickle, temperamental, volatile, mutable… yet … there’s a strength of being in love, a bond or eternal there-ness, if you will.

Love’s torment, a bitter cruel reality may be right around the corner or just as possible more bliss, more happiness, more joy. The value of love is in the magnificence of its strength of being. It exists, whether you will or will not, love exists. It endures whether you take part or remove yourself into some deep dark place. Love survives. Perhaps only a seed within an unrequited environment of loneliness, but it exists.

Love is by the very nature of its existence, a supreme thing to be valued at all cost … in spite of all costs.

Love does reign supreme. It is the glue of survival, the God Particle (in science a popular nickname for the Higgs boson theory where subatomic particles are responsible for giving matter different properties. the “God Particle” is theorized to be the particle that actually does give mass to matter), more apt to say Love is the reality for which all of life exists and ultimately that which we most truly depend upon for our own fulfilled existence. No existential place but a coveted reality and need.

This then, the true and whole unmitigated … value of love.

~ Penny L Howe, 2016

Sunday Photo Fiction – The Language of the Birds

 

This week’s Sunday Photo Fiction challenge is a sweet photo of a mother and her ducklings (Thanks Al), my offering follows. For more information about either participating or reading other writers entries click here.

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photo copyright Alastair Forbes, 2016

The Language of the Birds

As I walk along the water, mind in a meditative state,  I feel most peaceful viewing the sweet scenic image of a mother duck keeping cautious eye on her brood of ducklings paddling nearby in the fresh water pond.  Colorful array of small fish and pebbles just beneath the shallow rippling waters create a pleasant visual sensation of harmony and tranquility, life and renewal.

I admit to being moved by this comforting view of reality, even with the realization of  knowing that we all live in a consciousness hologram, set in linear time for the experience and subsequent recording of related emotions.  Such is the nature of the great human ‘bio-genetic Earth experiment’ of which I was, until recently an unknowing participant.

Of course now that I am aware, the worldwide pattern recognition reoccurring in all areas of life seem obvious to me. Layers of past, present and future (“the all-time” as I like to think of it) linking together as one.  I hope my human experiences are therefore not compromised (as a result of this knowledge) in my memory banks.

However I find it most synchronous, even intriguing  to be strolling past this pastoral scene of life and birds, whilst also finding myself in the middle of deciphering a mystical and mysterious book “The Language of the Birds”. An ancient manuscript purported to be about our true human beginnings, mailed to me by an anonymous source. Clearly the language the ducks are speaking here is not of what the book is referencing … but then again, perhaps …

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Thanks for stopping by, hoping the remainder of your week is a positive and creative one.

With affection,

~ Penny

 

 

The Many Edges of Reality Within Your Imagination!

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Reality’s Edges

It’s been said Einstein’s first thoughts on relativity came while observing light from a lamp post glowing through an evening mist. He was fascinated by the streaming light traveling through misty air in the cool evening of a summer’s day. His imagination alive with the possibility of exploring (at that time) what was perceived impossible.

Gazing at the moon this evening, iridescent reflections shimmering on the river, I’m lost in the rapture of my own imagination. I wonder, am I on the edge of a greater awareness of life? Or perhaps some unknown new wonder soon to be experienced. I feel within me a seed of expression wishing to burst forth – If I can but understand the why of it all.

My mind hovers in thoughtful contemplation. I view the mysterious moon through imagination’s eyes. Moonbeams illuminating, ever so faintly, all that I might be – hidden inside – poised on the edges of reality.

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mysterious glowing moon

reality’s edge

Have a great weekend ahead,

With much affection,

~ Penny

Perception – Where’s The Truth in Our Lives?

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We live off our perceptions. Advertisers have known & cultivated this for quite a while, politicians have known this, no doubt forever.

If you live in the USA you may recall (a few decades ago) a popular commercial where a sweet but gutsy little old lady belts out “where’s the beef?” suggesting there was very little beef in her hamburger. Using this as an analogy the point I’m making is … “Where’s the TRUTH?” … exchanging the word beef for truth as it relates to us and our lives today.

The truth is we don’t know “the truth”. Even these written words you’re reading here are only my interpretation of things.

But it does seem we are acting out our lives through an ever thickening veil of perception, some of which are …

  Events going on in our world
  Whats right & wrong
  Whats good and bad
  What we eat
  What is or isn’t in the food we eat
  What is or isn’t in the air we breath
    and the water we drink
  What we want in life
  Where we’re headed
  And so on … and so on …

So many things have become scaled up falsehoods of reality (with us increasingly bypassing our own intelligent comprehension). More and more we base our decisions on the made-up reality of commercializations and the “in your face” mentality of media. Any and all forms of media. Not just social interactive media found on our Internet but television, radio and movies too.

Regardless of where you look or listen, it isn’t completely accurate. Its interpretive, depending on the M.O. of who’s presenting the information and while this is scary in and of itself, the even scarier thing is we’ve become conditioned to accept this virtual reality of our lives and what’s happening around us … even while inside ourselves, there’s a gut instinct, a wrenching sensation sending us this urgent message that … something just isn’t right.

Because it isn’t!

I believe in my heart we (the people) are headed for a showdown. A personal one within ourselves, where we simply decide enough is enough. Starting by getting rid of the excess in our lives and coming up with a simpler, cleaner and clearer way of doing things.

As for me. I’m already there. How about you?

Thank you,
~ Penny ♡