Ligo Haibun Challenge – Listen, can you hear?

Hello and welcome to this week’s Ligo Haibun Challenge! The honourable mentions for last week are listed below. Join our international group of writers (We welcome and encourage you to join us in the creative pursuit of your written words!) just check at the bottom of this page for more details.

The challenge this week – Write a haibun choosing one of the following written prompts:

“Lost Moments”
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“The earth has music for those who listen.”
Quote by George Santayana
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My offering for this week is from the quote by  George Santayana!
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child of nature

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Listen, can you hear?
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There once was a girl, mostly deaf, me!  I could hear – when sounds and spoken words were loud, or when looking directly at the person speaking. Lip reading was self-taught (although unaware, I learned to speak and understand by lip movement and observing facial expressions). When a child, you don’t know you have a hearing problem. A problem undiagnosed, until 7 years old.

*I grew up in the fertile and lush Willamette Valley in the northwestern part of North America, spending days/years communing with nature through intimacy of sight and touch. At the age of 11, through a series of incidents, my hearing (overnight) became full and clear. Never explained or clearly understood, by professionals, why this happened or why it happened when it happened, but I woke up one morning and could hear.

 And so a difficulty to describe what has not been heard before. The ebbs and flows; birdsong, breezy sounds, rustling grasses, stirring leaves, streamlets rippling murmurs, distant croaking frogs. Woodland whistles through dense trees.

 I had never known nuances of sounds, nor echoes in the life force of nature. Magically magnified by my perfect ears – one hundred fold. Raw richness of sensation, the day I first heard, the music of my earth!

when first heard
nature’s symphony of life
magic inconceivable

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 (A true story, I have had perfect hearing since the 4th grade and have never stopped loving the musically beautiful songs of nature, nor do I ever tire of visiting Mother nature in the wild, my true home on this planet!
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this morning - the dew of grass

Taken early this morning! Thought I’d share.

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All those who entered last week’s  Ligo Haibun Challenge presented well written haibun. Congratulations to all of you, please keep writing. The honourable mentions for last weeks Challenge are:

Twoscamps
Anja
Penny
Peripetatic Eric
Reading Pleasure
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Each of their haibun are well worth taking the time to read and enjoy. Just click their name! Again I am included. I am honored by the other judges voting for me.

To enter and learn more about the Ligo Haibun Challenge, click here!

Thanks for stopping by, have a wonderful weekend,

~ Penny

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The Illusive Illusion of Love … and it’s true nature!

Men fall in love with me, you know. Yes they really do. I began to notice it quite young, and had no idea of what to do with it either, or even why they felt those feelings for me, the way they did. I never saw myself as having LOVING COUPLE IN THE MOON LIGHT by Adyoothose specific type of feminine attributes that most men find alluring.

I suppose I made it easy for them to love me, though, as I loved them back with all my heart, listening attentively to each word, pleasing in any way I could be, and then waiting to be received and treated in a like manner.

And I wondered when that didn’t happen, why? Some lacking in myself, I initially thought and believed for some considerable period. I didn’t understand at the time you see.

But life moved on and so did I, and being a shy but inquisitive soul I explored life more fully and discovered women loved me too, and so did children and animals, even plants thrive around me. Even nature’s wild animals have approached me, and I have pondered the why of this also.

What is it that I project that appears to be appealing to all life forms? (on an interesting side note, there is a small handful of individuals who strongly dislike me when meeting, the hairs on the back of my neck actually stand up and I wonder about the nature of their negative vibrations – spooky that!)

Could it be that what emanates deep from within my soul, and radiates outward, that which is stronger than any other thought, feeling, emotion, sensation I may have – is my pure love of all things living.

And when I am with and around any and all life I embrace it fully. I know of no other way to approach life than by loving it. All the parts and pieces of it, shapes and sizes, actions and causations. It is the “who, that I am”!

I’ve always felt this way. As a small child, a growing youth, an adult. So after years of exploration and experimentation and experience, I ask the question, if all that I say be true … Is love an illusion manufactured in an overly imaginative mind, or the primeval essence of what all life is really about. Is the true nature of love far more than we mortals think it is, and are life’s experiences just varying degrees and shades of this force of nature.

I lean towards the second. I believe really living life is loving life. And because I love living, life loves my living of it – and loves me in return! So “take that” all your scholarly type psychoanalysts and sociologists and make what you will of it! When all is said and done – it works for me!

The answer to my blog’s title THE WHY ABOUT THIS – Because you are loved!!!

~ Penny

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Singing Stones – A sensory lesson!

Each day, much sensory information is lost to us, even though we do have the capability to sense our b onesurroundings more fully than we currently do. Each person’s level of awareness is influenced by individual skills, our genes, environment, and our personal previous experiences.

Learning to better understand our full sensory “potential” will help us interpret our environment more accurately. It is a good thing to know that each of our senses do not work independently of one another. Science has proven sensory integration takes place in the brain.a one

Scientific research has also shown that the brain never stops changing and adjusting to its environment. We now know the brain can “reprogram” itself.

This ability is important for acquiring new knowledge, for compensating for deficiencies that result from age or injury, and for enhancing our life experiences.

So to help you reprogram a little – Did you know that rocks (solids) absorb sound; those vibrations and frequencies that travel through air and water (gases and liquids -to simplify things here). According to scientists, rocks or stones also resonate.

There are certain rocks (sonorous rocks) that have the property of ringing like a bell when struck (which we can hear). Other rocks resonate too, we just don’t hear these series of tones. The frequencies are lower than the human ear can hear, but our body still senses the vibratory sounds they make.

Your sensory lesson for today. Go find a stone. Ideally near a water source or a mountain side. But one in a meadow or barren desert will also work. Hold it in the palm of your hand for a period of time.

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singing stones

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You’ll find yourself wanting to rub the stone and no, nothing magical or mystical is going to happen … but … as frequencies go, the warmth of your own body’s chemistry (and energy) coupled with the resonating vibrations from the stone will play a soothing song that both your body and mind will sense – a calming experience!

Go on give it a try! Not magic, just science. (Or as Einstein would say – perhaps a bit of both!)

Have a great day, thanks for stopping by,

~ Penny

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Holding myself perfectly still ~ a sensual silence,

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… overwhelmed by an array of resonating sensations that are clearly impossible. No one can feel this way. No one!

And yet I was feeling the feelings I was feeling … engulfed in a myriad of sensuality.

All this happening around me. I knew … it must be a dream, It had to be a dream. It made no sense, it was toofile0001229361510 much to be experiencing, I must be in a dream.

Things that can’t happen in real life do happen in dreams. We all know that. In dreams all is real, the fabric of reality weaves in and out and all seems possible. So yes, this is a dream. I can accept that. These incredibly wonderful feelings, I could cry for the love of these sensations spreading joyfully through my body. An enveloping of raw and enticing purity.

Every single one of my senses alive with a kind of tingling. An almost touch of reality except, it is carried onward, much as an echo would, carrying through and repeating itself.

This is not REALITY. These sensations coming alive within me. I am not just aware ~ the very essence of who I am is vibrating and returning these sensations. It is to be feeding both upon my emotions and those of another – at the same time. This urge to taste beyond my taste buds, see beyond my vision, smell beyond my olfactory glands, to touch beyond the caress of harsh and velvet textures and to hear beyond melodic harmony of rhythm, and sound.

The acuteness of sensation spreading through and being perceived by the entirety of my being creating the most incredibly delightful feelings. And yet words do not do this justice for the sensation I experience.

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An intangible emotion has attached itself to my sensual awareness. And along with it comes a tangible physicality. I have fallen in love mesmerized by the exquisite perfection of your first kiss!

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Thank you,

~ Penny

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Coffeehouse of Dreams II – Savoring Flavors!

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A few of my fellow bloggers expressed a desire to revisit my Coffeehouse of Dreams and I am pleased to return on their behalf. This one with even more “flavors to savor”!

Languid … beguiling and bewitching, the aroma of coffee. I, seated in my corner table, inhaled; savoringfile0001890668403 the flavor through my sense of smell alone. Senses already heighthened by the familiar. The coffeehouse my home away from home. Not a hang out just a place where I can “be”. A comforting relaxing feeling.

Soothingly smooth and yet … there was a heightened sense of something more this evening! Yes …

…there it was! He was here again.

Standing just inside the doorway, searching the room for … me? Our eyes connected. His with mine. A special exchange.

An intimate look, beguiling but in such a gentle manner that I was disarmed before feeling any danger. The awareness there perhaps, but my senses were already intoxicated with the heavy aroma of freshly ground brewed coffee.

You know that luring blend of huskiness you can almost taste as you breath in. Confusing as to which is which, The coffee or the Intrigue. I couldn’t file0002018755666distinquish, not then and even today as I recall that evening … not now. Too much. A sensual overload of deliciousness.

No, I sat silently in the corner with my book and watched him make his way to my table. He’d already captured me with his eyes. The handful of people scattered around the room at various tables and booths a backdrop to the emotions I was experiencing as he approached.

He had asked if he could share my table, even had I wished him to leave in that moment I would have been powerless to refuse. Hypnotized by a sensation that was both familiar and foreign, I could not look away and just nodded, quietly answering “yes”.

He pulled out one of the empty chairs at my table and moved it nearer to me before seating himself. His eyes taking in my gaze during the entire maneuver. His hand reached across the table and covered my file0002108211823fingers holding my coffee cup with his own. Moving my hand along with his, he brought the cup to his lips sipping and savoring the richness. His eyes had never left mine. “Nice”, he said softly, placing his other hand over my free hand resting on the table top. “Very nice!” His voice seductive.

In that moment an incredible sense of déjà vu enveloped me. The known and the unknown merging into a thoroughly delightful wave of exotic blending, elevating the experience to well above anything I’d encountered before. Preparing me for something I would never have thought possible. Something undefined but exciting, not understood but accepting. My future dreams of love.

And as I’ve said before this, after all, is my coffeehouse of Dreams!

Thanks for the visit, hope you enjoyed,

~ Penny

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The Sensual View of Things

The View from your eyes

 Sight, the most powerful tool in our Sensual toolbox. From the moment of wakening to the time you close your eyes at night, your eyes are acting like a video camera. While you use your sight to navigate and experience each day, everything you are seeing is sent to your brain for processing, interpreting and storage.

Seeing is a form of sensory reasoning. The complexity of this can take up to 30% of your brain power as compared to 8% for touch and 3 percent for hearing. So when it comes to the 5 senses, sight is the big boy. And this means when it comes to a sensual experience this is your visual chance to really shine.

The Minds Eye

And here’s another thing to ponder. Have you ever thought about how personal and individual is your view of things?

Imagine you are standing with 100 other people looking at the same thing at the same time. Your eyes are “seeing” things but referencing it according to the stored information from your mind. What you are seeing is unique to you.

And finally that which creative minded people engage in daily – the perspective of seeing from the “mind’s eye” (our ability to experience visual mental imagery – happening without our eyes actually seeing something).

Our brain is a busy little bee when it comes to our “mind’s eye” view of perception and how it trips over from reality into another more creative place inside our head. Scientists and philosophers have written volumes on this subject. The first to prove the thing, the second to understand it. I’m guessing at some point they’ll meet up! lol

What we need to know is the following: Sight allows for those with vision to see what is in front of their eyes. Our view is filled with a full spectrum of color that exist in all things during a shining sun, the shadows of day, the darkness of night, an entire universe of color. All these things waiting for us to witness with our eyes.

The Sensual perspective of anything being seen can become a masterpiece unfolding before us. Are you feeling what your seeing in the landscape of your life? What is the view from your eyes?

I’ve Seen

I’ve seen the wonders of the Universe

Unfolding in a vast arena of spectacular color,

I’ve viewed the turbulent tossing multicolored Nebulas

bursting into clouds of effervescent

billowing and foamy gases,

I’ve watched Stars being born and die

I’ve seen the far reaches of the Universe

blazing glorious and blinding

A sensual explosion of shades of color,

Unlimited and Passionately

Sensual,

All this have I seen and felt

from

my “mind’s eye”

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I hope you enjoyed the view!

6 more days until the The Bloggers Challenge ends. I’m hoping that all who enjoy writing will take up the Challenge.

Penny L. Howe ~ Thanks for visiting me today!

Copyright © 2012 by Penny l Howe 

Prelude Finale – Embedded Passions

Passions of the Mind

Hello and welcome.

Today I will be discussing once more – the nature of passion. In the next post I will begin exploring each of the individual senses within our body (sight, sound, touch, taste, smell).

The thing is (sigh), passion is tightly interwoven with our senses. So intimately are they connected that you can’t discuss the one without at least understanding the other.

When I first wrote about passion, I discussed the passion of both the writer and the reader. Later on I referred to “symbols” and used the heart for example while relating to love and the desire for one another. But passion is so much more vast in its encompassing.

Our passions in life are really what move us to do what it is we do and I believe the power of passion is embedded within every single one of us! It only needs an opening to be released.

Being passionate is really about your thoughts and senses overflowing with the strongest of your emotions – IN ANY AREA OF YOUR LIFE on ANY SUBJECT!

There are those who feel great passion inside, but releasing it is a whole ‘nuther thing. Embedded passion needs a spark to be ignited. But there’s a trick here, I think.

You are the one that will allow your passions release. For some this comes so easily, it seems…for others it is a struggle to open up your senses fully – breathe life in with big huge gulps – and embrace all that amazing passion. Yours for the taking, just sitting there inside – waiting.

Passion is risky. You know that. There can be…consequences. But important things in life come with a risk. Living life itself is a risk, but we can’t grow if we don’t challenge ourselves. This is the very nature of the fabric of life and your choice as always…But one worth taking, I think. Right now would be a very good time for you to release your passions.

Passion’s Release

Come…

I am here, inside waiting

Release me

I can promise you emotions you have never felt

The depth of my promise is as deep as

the deepest ocean,

as high as the mightest mountain

as wide and full

as the canyons of dreams within your mind,

You will live as never before,

this I promise you

Release me,

I will give you all you desire and so much

more, yours for the taking

We will explore everything in life

and beyond

the reaches of time and space

infinity

I can do this, I promise

release me

I will set fire to your dreams

I will recreate ever wonder ever conceived

fashioned only for you

Come

Release me

I am your reward for daring to live and love

and dance and sing and laugh

Set me free

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Copyright © 2012 by Penny l Howe

Sensual Prelude

My gift to you – A rose

Hello and most welcome my talented friends. Did you know Sensuality exists inside each of us, every moment of everyday, if we are but aware of it. It lies in repose waiting to come forth.

We are who we are and online in this rich and vibrant virtual world where creativity can flow unabated, we are allowed to express ourselves fully and completely. The sensual endeavor is in no way handicapped by a virtual limitation, actually it seems we are freer to share, explore, taste and more fully enjoy the bounty of sensual expression from each other.

During this series “The Art of Sensuality” I will share with you visuals, and words and sounds to move the essence that is within the sensual nature of your very being, your soul. To be Sensual – open your heart, hear what wants to be heard, see what wants to be seen, taste, smell and touch and then – express. In your words, your music, your songs, your photographs, your paintings, illustrations, and most importantly in your life with those you love and care for.

So let us begin then. Ready? Enjoy…

Petals of desire

A gift of beginnings

A rosebud

unfolding red petals

velvet texture upon my skin

caressing

delicate, sweetness

exotic fragrance of desire

so warming

an essence from nature

sweetly beguiling

enchanting

from within

blooming without

And I find

as the

 petals unfold

…impatience

open, unfold, my beauty

that I might

fully inhale and embrace

your seductive lovliness

my glorious rose!

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Did I inspire, were you there with me? A rose by any other name…yes I can see that you were.

May your day be as lovely as a rose and filled with beauty. My very best to all of my wonderful friends and readers, Penny L Howe

Copyright © 2012 by Penny l Howe

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The Accidental Gift – Part 3

By the time I reached high school I had acquired a huge capacity for living and loving life but just did okay in the classroom. I still retained all of the emotions associated with a negative feeling of self-worth that had begun at a very early age.

My junior year in high school I was among a group chosen to have an I.Q. test administered by nearby Oregon State University for the purpose of some research being conducted at the time.

As it turns out I tested quite high. (Yeah, I even had it checked again later on while at Penn State University – and I’m really smart! Who knew?)

My parents were notified and appeared very confused by the results. After the earlier debacle regarding my hearing, they had decided that while I wasn’t retarded I was just average, although a good artist and reader (yup, I spent lots of time alone). They were sure that my other siblings were the brainy ones having inherited this from my dad (his IQ was well above 140).

After the results from the IQ test and my introverted nature my parents decided I must be an under achiever as I spent so much time reading and drawing. With very little encouragement I grew up wondering about that myself.

…to be continued.

The Accidental Gift – Part 2

Right around the age of 10 something happened inside my ears and suddenly I could hear – perfectly.

The morning I woke up with perfect hearing I could hear the padding of footsteps on the floor and voices and small sounds of movement from other rooms.

I, loudly, (or so it seemed to me at the time) announced to all the new status of my hearing by saying “Why is everything so loud?”

The doctors had no real clue as to why or how my hearing had improved so dramatically. They told my parents that there must have been some form of blockage that had cleared itself. It wasn’t a good answer then any more than it would be today.

But I could really hear everything I’d been missing! The nuances of everyday background sounds that most take for granted I had never before experienced. Birds singing, the whispering sound of a soft breeze, the gurgle of a meandering stream, a seemingly never ending myriad of brand new sounds. It was astonishing to me and I know for weeks and weeks after I would go on and on about the many and varied “new” sounds I was hearing before I actually began to become accustomed to the differences.

I could also hear the way I sounded when I would talk. It didn’t take me long to figure out that much of the fun being made towards me at my expense by my fellow students was caused by the manner in which I spoke. It took even less time for me to correct this.

…To be continued!