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Illuminating the Path | Journey Begins Pt. 5

 

Perce holds her finger out drawing in her sacred book(s.)

 

She closes her eyes. "Green." She whispers.

 

Kicking back over by the staff and jumping about, the book(s) freezes suspended in the air with a "Who me?" gesture.

 

A little louder this time. "Yes…. YOU." Persephone presses ten fingers in the air toward the book(s.)

 

The book(s) waves a definitive, "No…" and begins softly pulsing in the air remaining next to the scepter.

 

 

Aldwine, having watched the volley with amusement, decides it's time to intercede. "Wait, wait… you don't just jump in. Cannonball style! Hold up a minute."

 

Perce's hands are on her hips. "How come? I'm ready. What's that book(s) got to do that's more important than the pool?"

 

"The book is ready P." Aldwine lands softly on her shoulder. "You need to take a breath."

 

 

"Just how did you come up with the Sacred Pool?" Aldwine's taken aback a bit by Perce's awareness.

 

"It's my go-to space for considering my soul's journey. And the hunter green book with gold leaf pages is MY Akashics after all." Perce responds realizing that Aldwine's pacing her.

 

"You are itching to get there with THAT book aren't you?" Aldwine lightens the energetic space.

 

Perce smiles. "I sure am. I have some things there that will just sing with my Akashics in proximity."

 

"I understand; however, slow and steady wins the race P." Aldwine waves his wing at Perce's ear. "Go within for you are neglecting a very important aspect of your journey."

 

 

Perce begins to pace back and forth in her grotto. Her robes flow behind her. She pauses and attempts to draw the floating magickal book(s) toward her once again. It pulses with a golden light and then shakes negative.

 

Aldwine patiently rests on top the desk . He murmers, "Be present. There's no hurry. There's plenty of time."

 

Perce has her fingers to her lips. Head down, she slows. Suddenly, she stops. Her royal robe gleams as she takes her place at her desk. "My intentions. I must handle them specially."

 

Aldwine responds. "There you go."

 

 

Perce carefully rolls the vintage paper into a multilayered scroll. Taking a bit of twine she intentionally wraps and then, knots the roll of paper three times.

 

"There." She's talking to herself and her talisman.

 

"Just one last…" Perce takes the candle and drips wax on the seam and twine. "Sealed. So it is…"

 

Taking the scroll in her left hand, she kneels on a small silk tapestry rug that lies on the cold stone floor. Arranging her robes, shawl and head covering, she places the scroll in her lap.

 

As Persephone raises her hands to her heart and power center, she nods to Aldwine. He responds by landing to her side.

 

"I know you may be with me only in spirit at the pool." Perce smiles to her spirit animal, the wise mentor supporting her journey.

 

Aldwine leans in, "We'll see P." and gestures Persephone to begin.

 

 

Perce's grotto naturally harnesses the four corners as well as the above and below. She sends acknowledgement and gratitude.

 

Placing her hands palms up in her lap, she summons Luna. Perce's eyes closed, she feels a prickling in the center of her hands. Her face warms.

 

The Goddess has graced her with presence.

 

Hands to the center of her chest, she looks toward the metaphor of the Goddess, a glowing golden orb floating before her.

 

She makes her request. "I am in need of your assistance. I am seeding. I am deliberate. I am intentioned. May your energies align with my journey in frequency and vibration."

 

The Goddess's energy is gentle and kind. A nurturing spirit, Luna sends accent via warmth through Persephone.

 

Persephone response with grace. Hands in gratitude. "And we will meet again next moon. So it is."

 

She lifts her grateful hands to the grotto's cloudy blue sky thanking the elements and above/below that maintain her sacred container, her grotto.

 

 

Aldwine takes flight. "You've harnessed your tools and guides. I am here for you P as is Luna. Use your book(s) and staff effectively and in right timing."

 

"Thank you Aldwine." Persephone stands and sends prayer hands in gratitude to the floating snowy white bird.

 

Without further ado, she takes the scroll in her hand and presses it into the grottos wall. The wall absorbs her intentions. Both Perce and Aldwine feel the power of her intentions seeding in sacred protected space.

 

Perce holds her ten fingers out, her wands summon. "Come." The book(s) fly into her left hand. The scepter lands into her right.

 

Perce shimmers and disappears with a last fading star. She doesn't realize her scroll sneaked into the binding of her book just before she disappeared.

 

Aldwine smiles and expresses a laugh. Taking flight, he vanishes through the magick dark sky ceiling's clouds.

 

 

And so the journey continues. Tomorrow the next chapter, per se: Sacred Pool.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 71 of 365 Orbit

 

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Goddess Journey Project:
Filled with small details telling stories with colors, objects and symbols, Chere weaves the tale of the Goddess and the path to harmony within.

* Check out the series here on her blog

 

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Illuminating the Path | Journey Begins Pt. 4

 

Aldwine observes Persephone as she inspects her tools.

 

"They're simple, yet powerful." Perce muses as she grasps hold of her long staff.

 

The yew wood is carefully crafted. She's pleased as Yew is her favorite right now. The wood gleams with her touch. It warms with her intensity of hand.

 

"I look forward to what's in store." She's speaking to both Aldwine and her scepter.

 

 

She holds out her hands in front of her.

 

Perce's eyes follow her summoned book(s) that is flitting about her warmly lit grotto. Soaring amongst the colorful lamps then swooping down almost extinguishing the single candle flame residing on the desk. She smiles at the playfulness.

 

Using her eyes, she draws the book(s) to her hands by eyes on her flying object and eyes to her ready hands in turn. The book(s) is keen to connect and quickly lands in her outstretched palms.

 

The warmth is loving. The book currently rich hunter green, the full account of her energetic existence before her.

 

Perce whispers. "It's still here…."

 

She closes the book opening it once again. Her eye's meet a beautiful violet book with pearlescent pages.

 

With a squeal. "The higher realms are still with us Aldwine!"

 

Her spirit guide responds. "Did you sense your summoning was that transient?"

 

"Well… no. I'm just so grateful." A wide smile is directed to the snowy white owl.

Persephone repeats the process.

 

The violet tome deepens to a rich purple.

 

"My people are with me always; however, here in this concentrated space," She gestures toward the book with her eyes and returns directing her gaze to Aldwine.

"they all reside: my wise-self, my ancestors, my elders, my guides… the lot of them."

 

Perce rubs the pages and closes the book(s.) Walking to the small desk, she places the book down. It quickly flies away hanging out by Perce's tall magical wand.

 

"I've gotta get used to that." Perce laughs as Aldwine lands on the desk.

 

 

As he looks over the glowing pages before them, "You have been quite thorough here, Persephone."

 

"Yeah, thanks. Call me 'P.' My close-ones do." Her eyes remain on the pages as her hand floats over the penciled script on vintage Speedball paper.

 

Aldwine gets a bit choked up. They haven't even begun and Perce is already sensing their adventure will be rich in connection. He so enjoys those spirits that are 'all in.'

 

"Tell about this process P."

 

 

"Well… I begin on 12th Night and for 12 days. I write." Perce takes a seat.

 

She leans on the desk as Aldwine settles.

 

Her chin resting in her hands, she continues. "At first, I take stock of the year. With honesty, I consider what went well. I write until I'm repeating myself. Then write just a bit further and the crème rises. I do the same with what went pear-shaped, challenges as well as what I was not aligned with." She looks to the pages.

 

"That takes courage. It's a bit taxing." Her spirit guide is fully in tune with his charge.

 

Perce raises up and takes in a deep breathe, letting it out. "Yeah it is. And it's not done then. I take each of the subsequent 12 days and focus on an area of my life. I decide what it will look like in following year. You know, this or better."

 

"You are not a Clairvoyant P." Aldwine sounds more stern than he intends.

 

Perce laughs. "You are indeed right about that. But that's part of the joie de vivre of life. The je ne sais quoi."

 

Aldwine opens his feathers a bit as he's laughing. "Oh… okay. If that's what you tell yourself P."

 

"I do!"

 

"And there's wisdom in your perspective." He smiles having ruffled Perce's feather a bit.

 

Perce laughs realizing Aldwine's teasing is a sign he's pleased with her progress so far, as her mentor and all.

 

 

Persephone is suddenly more serious. "I really focus on the feels. You know, accessing my wise-self. I use my mind. That is my logic, reason and intellect along with how my body feels when manifesting my purpose."

 

Aldwine is standing straighter leaning in a bit. "Tell me more. This is going to serve you well during our journey."

 

"Well… it's for both ascertaining my place within my journey and intending by feeling as if the future has already has taken place. You know, trying it on for size per se. I do account for the rhythms of life and course correct as needed. Intentionally that is. The key and greatest challenge for me is taking action. I can dwell in my head a bit too much."

 

 

"I understand…." Aldwine's feathers are close to Perce. She can feel his warmth and kindness. With wisdom, he guides. "It is time for you to take the next step in the process."

 

"It's the green book, isn't it?" Perce smiles in anticipation.

 

"Right you are!" Aldwine adores his charge.

 

 

  

 

The conclusion tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 70 of 365 Orbit

 

Ps- I will be going live next week to talk about Alchemy and how it inspires my fantasy Sci Fi writing. This new series is a reflection of the craft.

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Illuminating the Path | Journey Begins Pt. 3

 

 

Her intuition is keen to select the perfectly aligned tools for the journey as 2020 is a year to pay close attention. Perce is listening to the inner pull that tells her consciousness that opportunity is present and it is transient.

 

She smiles as she begins, for the process brings her home. It is the closest sense to what she would liken as home.

 

 

Aldwine looks to Persephone awaiting her cue.

 

Perce embodies strong feelings of sovereignty calling her inner power to express itself. She draws upon strength that lies deep within spaces that are not accessed often. She values them; therefore, she uses them wisely.

 

The sense grows as power from within travels without as well. Her body warms, she smiles gratitude. Beginning her manifestation of an object to represent, she places hands to the heart and power center. Then quickly creates fists that she slowly raises to the sky. Palms facing front, they begin to burn.

 

Perce doesn't let go. Looking down slightly harnessing power within, she draws earthly vibrations up through her body toward her palms.

 

As her hands feel as if they will melt from heat, they fill. She holds a simple wooden staff. Perce looks up to the scepter and smiles before bringing in down resting one end on the ground.

 

She taps her staff thanking the planet for aligning with her intentions providing such a beautiful gift.

 

"Look Aldwine. How beautiful, yeah?" Persephone's carefully examining the exquisitely polished yew wood.

 

Aldwine admires what Perce has manifested. "It will support you as you integrate the past into wisdom, while also bringing you inner strength. Though I'm not so certain you need it." Aldwine is impressed by Persephone's ability to summon such a powerful wand.

 

"It will do indeed." Perce nods grinning placing her staff against the grotto's wall.

 

 

Steadying herself, Persephone looks to Aldwine who's anticipating her next call. It's his turn to nod. Perce returns a smile, and begins stretching and yawning as she brings herself back to center.

 

With a heel toe tip of the feet, she steadies into balance. Her hands to her heart and power center, her head bows in gratitude.

 

Next, she holds her hands out and begins slowly opening them mimicking opening a book. Her first opening results in not.

 

"Hmmm." Perce looks to Aldwine that actually shrugs. "Fine. I got this anyway."

 

She repeats the process. Her favorite book appears before her. Her Akashic records. "Lovely!" Perce responds and expresses a Whew! relaxing into the process.

 

She repeats the process and the beautiful rich hunter green leather book with gold embossed pages transforms to a deep purple book with silver embossing.

 

"Awesome. My wise-self, elders, ancestors and guides have arrived." Perce laughs. "Sweeeet!"

 

"Now be sure to maintain your concentration." Aldwine reminds her before she loses the precarious thread.

 

Perce quickly changes her features to reflect the tone of the process. With surety, she opens her hands once again. Her gorgeous purple leather tome transforms one last time to a light violet book. It is slim and its pages gleam as if they're pearl.

 

Perce is almost to tears. "The higher realms and souls collective has graced me with their presence. I didn't expect it. It's not often they attend."

 

She kneels to the ground in one fluid movement placing the book(s) on her lap. Her hands on top, she tips her head up eyes closed as she's in appreciation. Aldwine joins her by softly landing on her right shoulder.

 

 

A few minutes pass as they both are so pleased by the outcome. Smiling Perce begins to stir. Aldwine relocates as she rises. The book(s) take flight flitting about expressing personality.

 

 

Perce releases a sense of control over the objects she's summoned as they are her symbols to strengthen the anchor that will guide her through the sure process to manifestation. They need not be lead.

 

She looks to her feathered guide. "And now Luna. I want to recognize her as the cord throughout this entire process."

 

Aldwine's calm voice still rings of pride for his charge. "She knows." Perce's integrity and willingness to do the work, the practice needed to adept is inspiring.

 

The energy of great Goddess Moon moves. Controlling the tides as well as Persephone's illumination source of what lies within and without.

 

Perce's possibilities lie before her.

 

As the ebb and flow, the results are up to Persephone. She feels the heaviness of her intentions. They are deep. They are grand. The only way through is by going pro.

 

 

Part 4 tomorrow and so it continues.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 69 of 365 Orbit

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Illuminating the Path | Journey Begins Pt. 2

 

 

Quietly, Persephone requests support. Guidance that will extend throughout the intention's journey. A query from the what if, from the outer realms of consciousness.

 

Mindfully, she craft's her sigil.

 

This anchor will transform as the intention begins to rise from the depths revealing its true qualities. Smiling, she hums calming her vaso-vagal circuit. She feels quite happy though her ask is more complex than the simple emotional result that is happiness.

 

Even though, Perce's grateful for the sensation. Her eyes now to the sky, Persephone's hands raise upward. Joy transforms to a sense of fulfillment.

 

Slowly lowering her arms using her hands as wands, she targets the astral-designed fresco wall. Lines emerge.

 

She feels into what surfaces on the stone wall. Forty-five degree angles. A resting diamond. Four intentions now one symbol fully integrated as one.  

 

It is aligned.

 

Examining the symbol, Perce cocks her head to the side scrutinizing the geometric shape before her. She questions whether a cloven foot creature will be her guide.

 

 

No.

 

She senses the wind is crossing over her face as the rest of her body is covered with ritual garments.

 

Harkening from her Soul's tribe, her partner for this ride resides in the animal spirit world.

 

This soul flies.

 

 

Making an entrance, a striking snowy owl wings spread lands elegantly on the desk.

 

"And your name?" Persephone is smiling at the soft creature for she knows the wisdom this magickal being imbues.

 

"Aldwine." Almost as if she should have known, the spotted owl busies himself pulling on a tuft of feathers that needs grooming

 

Perce is pleased. "Of course it is. Do you own a monocle?" She's in a light joking mood.

 

"Don't be cheeky." He flaps his wings settling in.

 

"Just sayin'." Perce senses a smile from her feathered friend. "This is a deep process for me as my sun is in the middle of the Full Moon and Stellium. I'm challenged in keeping the energies square in my head."

 

"Tis your heart my friend. Your heart-space is infinite. Query your heart and power center with your mind." Aldwine's whistling sounds though Perce understands the communique as a translated feeling.

 

 

Aldwine knows what Persephone needs before she inquires. "Your tools. You must carefully gather your tools. They will serve you well throughout the process."

 

"I've been thinking about it… I mean going in and inquiring with both my head and heart-space. I'd like to keep it simple. There are just two items and of course dear Luna."

 

"It's time to begin their summoning." Aldwine draws nearer to Perce.

 

"So it is." Persephone smiles excited for her beloved magickal ritual processes as well as her kind and clever guide.

 

 

 

 

Part 3 tomorrow. See you then.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 68 of 365 Orbit

 

Ps- I will be going live next week to talk about Alchemy and how it inspires my fantasy Sci Fi writing. This new series is a reflection of the craft.

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Illuminating the Path | Journey Begins Pt. 1

 

The new moon is upon her. In just a couple of days, Luna will be at rest, dark. Persephone has a bit of work to do. As 2020 has just began. Not only is it the beginning of the year, but an opportunity to establish a solid foundation for the decade to come.

 

 

Having journaled exhaustively, Perce's brought her intentions to four. She selects four as it is a four year.

 

She has been with pencil and paper since the beginning of 12th Night.

 

Using the sweet retro blue and silver Cross pencil she was given for her high school graduation, everything is intentional at this point. The writing implement was a special gift from a distant aunt she so adored as a young child. The object has spent time with her. It knows her. The residue of past experience enhancing ritual elements are both her experience as well as her Aunt Mary's.

 

She asked. Then asked again writing until she found herself repeating the same words or expressing the same thought or feeling, but with other words. She hashed out her soul's purpose by honest assessment of what went well the year prior as well as what was not for her highest good. She then poured her golden thread of desire into the pages using her feeling body.

 

How she wanted to feel was her focus, as Perce allowed the images to surface reflecting the overwhelming sensations.

 

She doesn't hold back.

 

 

As always, "This or better." She whispers smiling as recalls the 12 days of integration, gratitude and forward focus.

 

A ritual she's practiced for several years.

 

 

As Perce understands the value of ritual, she's resting in her chaise lounge. She places a light blanket over her and begins by taking in several long drawn out yawns. She ever so slowly stretches.

 

With ease, she harnesses her calm centered ritual space.

 

With a deep inhale and exhale, she expresses her intention to transport her consciousness.

"There." Eyes already closed, her awareness soars into the sky.

 

Perce astral travels, the stars bright in contrast to the midnight blue atmosphere.  The course is set for her grotto so she relaxes into the experience open to discovering something new along the way.

 

She is not in a hurry nor is she taking her time.

 

 

Persephone discovered this space several years ago during meditation. She was so deep in her quiet space, she thought perhaps she'd fallen asleep. Just as she felt the impetus to begin rising by wiggling her fingers and toes, her mind's eye opened to reveal her cave.

 

 

She considers it has been with her for lifetimes.

 

It remains her particular locale in which to begin a journey of deep intention.

 

 

Though the process is a meditative one, she mindfully dresses in particular.

 

First, she dons her robes over a simple black shirt, pants and socks. The heavy robes are authentic vintage Masonic robes. She found her ritual garb in a vintage shop on Mill Avenue in Tempe, AZ many years ago.

 

Soft red velvet with gold and purple brocade. Embroidered gold metal leaves and tassels with sleeves that fall to the floor like a wizards. One by one, she intentionally buttons the mantle.

 

Perce wraps an antique golden shawl around her neck and covers her head with a black head scarf that's appliqued with gold.

 

Her last piece of ritual clothing are the gloves made of transparent cloth transforming her hands, specially.

 

 

Now that she's placed her awareness in the space of initiating intention, Perce, gathers time.

 

With a large brass sand filled hourglass, she marks her process.

 

If she has more than enough time, she knows the task is not complete. If she runs out of time, she realizes she is finished with the task. Most often, the hourglass is in tune with her timing or vice versa.

 

All is understood as right timing.

 

 

Standing in comfortable balance both feet strong and sure, Perce places her hands to her heart and power center.

 

Her head is lowered every so slightly, in lieu of toward the sky, as she is summoning from within.

 

She's prepared to call upon a guide.

 

 

And tomorrow

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 67 of 365 Orbit

 

Ps- I will be going live next week to talk about Alchemy and how it inspires my fantasy Sci Fi writing. This new series is a reflection of the craft.

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New Decade | New Vibe

 

Life accelerates

 

Be aware, present, ready

 

Accept your rewards

 

 

And tomorrow

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

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Day 66 of 365 Orbit

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Up the Drive | Intuit Terrace

 

The top down, her Miata breezes along the winding bayside road leaving Gig Harbor in the rearview mirror. The water on edge at times, Labradorite Bay hiding on occasion as she checks her vintage headscarf is secure.

 

"Not this time. I loved the deep red paisley and black scarf you stole of me last go." Persephone is in dialogue with softly rippling water.

 

Its sun spotted sparkling surface teases in return.

 

Soft black leather gloves grip the steering wheel for Perce enjoys hugging curves as much as her ride does. The heat below toasting her feet as the fresh chilly air brightens her pale skin. Morgenthals keep the wind from her keenly focused eyes.

 

An exceptionally long strand of deep red hair frees itself from her auburn silk scarf. Perce decides to give it its freedom for now as she's nearing the drive.

 

Silky shores promise juicy clams reminding her that she's steaming them this evening. She's craving the butter sauce he makes more than the clams. Those dreamy almost sunset evenings where she walks down the drive crossing the road and to the shore. Even though tis quite cold, she removes her shoes using the hand rake and her toes in turn. The plink of shells counting number.

 

Right blinker on, Persephone slows. Just behind a grove of Ponderosas is her disguised driveway.

 

Turning, she decides she'd like to write in company today.

 

Outside best.

 

 

Playing one of her favorite games, Perce brings the four sitting areas around the house deep into her mind's eye. She's discovering where he is sitting. Perce's sure he's outside for she knows his habits well. He will be in the fresh air either in sun or shade.

 

She goes within to find his light.

 

First, she roams the expansive lawn below the house. The peaking sun, soft breeze and grassy smells communicate perpetual picnic. A wooden table, benches and chairs provide opportunity for candlelight lamps to illuminate a sustenance filled table seating all warmed by eager lively beings.

 

Empty.

 

She turns 360 to see if he's lying on one of the lounge chairs that appear to move about the lawn on their own guaranteeing that the entire verdant space catches its due sun nourishment.

 

Nothing, though not a surprise for he wouldn't be in a supine position this time of day. That's more of a late afternoon evening endeavor.

 

Next, she's mindfully climbs the back stairs to the back deck. Spiraling up to the second level which is actually the entry level from the front of the house, the Adirondacks sit empty.

 

Not one to tarry, her energy flies off the deck in swan dive form landing toward the side of the house where the garages stand. Just past the small buildings, she takes the shadowy pathway to the Faerie Garden that lies deep within the dense fern covered wooded space.

 

The path's sandy worn soil is moist. Perce breathes taking in the soil's earthy scent as Butterflies ride alongside. Smiling, Perce emerges to sun as she floats out into the Fae garden. The swirling pebbles and natural shrubbery that create the almost English looking garden space is empty.

 

"There's no trace of cigars. He's hasn't been here." Persephone's roaster is almost to the house. "Is he in the sun soaked Terrace Garden?"

 

Sunlight is not her favorite. The Northwest's bayside forests are lovely spaces for one that doesn't thrive in the sun.

 

She considers knocking on one of the tiny doors nestled at the base of the tall pines, but thinks better of it. She's currently driving as well after all.

 

Sending greetings with concurrent farewells, Perce's energy flies up out of the wooded garden and speeds toward the topside of the ridge front of the house where in the center of the circular driveway, sits a simple garden.

 

There lies a clean concrete pebbled platform with gray pots housing warm green trees and colorful shrubs. The butterflies have follow her.

 

Floating above the space, she spots her love. "Yes!" Perce's learned where his energy currently resides in space and time.

 

Mind's eye closes.

 

Gratitude.

 

 

Arriving at the circular drive, she parks outside.

 

Stepping out, pausing.

 

A cigar's smoke rises from the heavy crystal dish on the small round café table. The French Press is wrapped doubly with a thick dishtowel. His U-dub coffee mug, though large by standards, looks petite in his meaty hands. A spot of whiskey about half of finger left glows dark amber.

 

Perce's not surprised he's picked flowers. In a small Mason jar, beautifully arranged.

 

His ankle on knee, Keats is in hand. Overly large sunglasses sit on his nose as he turns pages.

 

She loves the tableau and decides to only disturb in right timing. Retrieving her grocery bag from the camel colored leather front seat, Perce heads into the house.

 

 

In the kitchen, she focuses on the groceries. It's the journey as well as the destination today.

 

Deep dark chocolate with fresh strawberries from her favorite chocolatier emerges from a paper brown bag. The strawberries in a bowl go into the fridge. The dark chocolate on the ceramic platter that houses teas, chocolates, small cookies and treats.

 

A baguette wrapped in paper on counter with cheese and pâté from the deli into the cooler. The two bottles of Veuve Clicquot into the wine chiller.

 

And she's out the door.

 

Directly to garden.

 

 

He looks up from the book sitting on his lap, cigar now in hand. Pushing his sunglasses up onto his head, he nods.

 

Smiles exchanged.

 

She kisses him on his emerging bald spot and sits in the adjacent chair folding her legs.

 

As he returns to his book, she opens her perfectly sized Acer laptop and begins tapping the letters.

 

 

 

Seeing you tomorrow

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 65 of 365 Orbit

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Re-approach | Meet Cute

 

The flight from Flagstaff to L.A. is just over an hour. She's been readying for meetings and taking time to write her finger speeding across letters as her is heart and mind are ever telling tales. She may be out of pocket for a couple of days so she empties that bottomless space as best she can.

 

"Hopefully," Persephone muses. "One meeting leads to another."

 

Her phone signals the Uber driver has arrived at the sidewalk. One last check and Persephone is out the door, her rolling case humming down the sidewalk toward her taxi.

 

 

Tarmac.

 

The small plane welcomes travelers. Perce is equipped with ginger chews and table waters for she knows the drill. Sometimes it is a breeze and other small plane rides, a real roller coaster. Not into thrill rides so much, she smiles an intention talking to her nether world people.

 

Then climbing the stairs, she yawns bringing equanimity to the neuro-networks.

 

Usually, she works when flying as writing flows in higher altitudes. This time, she's decided to just chill: nap, look out the window, doze.

 

Through the odd shaped door, she spies a dark head of hair next to her empty seat. Her spirits fall a bit for Persephone's not up for small-talk effort.

 

Flagstaff a small mountain community, "At least I don't believe I know him." Perce ponders while taking her seat stowing, buckling, getting comfortable her head intentionally facing the small window.

 

 

"Hello P." a deep soft gentle voice from a long time past.

 

Persephone slowly turns with a curious look upon her face.

 

He smiles. "You know me."

 

"Uh, yes I do." She's picturing him on stage, his guitar hanging, long hair and Doc Martins.

 

"Well?" he's asking if that's going to be all.

 

She shakes her head out of her college daze. "Uh, hi." She smiles her head lowered a bit. "The last time I spoke to you was the '89 earthquake San Francisco. You somehow got through before the lines all went down. You played and sang to me. It was sweet."

 

He's now facing her as his foot slides out into the aisle. "Wow. Your memory."

 

"Don't you remember it? It was a beautiful song, original."

 

He uses his long fingers to tick his hair behind one ear. "Yeah, yeah. Of course I do."

 

Perce notices the familiar move. "He's older, yet the same," she considers.

 

He continues. "By the way… that's my seat."

 

 

"Oh, no it's not. I always prefer a window seat. I asked specially." Persephone has her hands on the armrests as she's taking ownership of said space.

 

"No worries. You can have it." He smiles looking at the grip she has going.

 

"I don't need permission for sitting in my own seat." Perce's calm, yet determined to not be beholden.

 

Responding to her obstinate reply, he volleys. "I'll tell ya what. You can have it for the flight. I'll just take it for the landing."

 

"Uh, no. That's not going to work." She pops a ginger chew in her mouth. The conversation is making her a bit queasy. "Why are you going to L.A. any way. Isn't your family in Ahwatukee? And your Dad has a plane, yeah?"

 

"For work and yeah, for work." He answers two of the three questions.

 

 

"Work? You still playing music?" she attempts a redirect.

 

He is enjoying the game, but decides to let it go watching her chew like mad on whatever she's got in her mouth. He was hoping to commandeer the aisle seat anyway.

 

He teases. "So you don't follow me."

 

Persephone senses the win, smiles and replies. "Nope. I don't stalk people I knew from college. Do you?"

 

"It's not stalking when you see their work everywhere. Good on you by the way. I enjoy it. It's awesome." He wasn't sure when it was best to state the obvious.

 

"Say… thanks. I'm glad to hear it." She loves that he's not interested in rehashing the past. Memory lane can be very dull as no one is as they once were. The crème is in who they've transformed into.

 

 

Perce's sits back, pauses and smiles. She's pleased to small talk.

 

 

Be seeing you tomorrow

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 64 of 365 Orbit

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Take Flight | Freak Flags

 

During Capricorn season, we can be challenged with a sense of worthiness

 

When it surfaces, we may respond by guarding our authentic selves. We resist, not allowing our beautiful light - unique light to shine.

 

 

Let your freak flag fly.

 

Shine on!

 

 

See you tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 63 of 365 Orbit

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Star Profiles | Earthbound #2

 

Unique souls Series

 

A trains passes the platform as she stands tall awaiting as needed. Time is a comfortable construct knowing that good timing is right timing.

 

Using the subway is not necessary, but it she shows up as one that uses resources carefully.

 

Others notice her as they make their way onto the train. She has that sense about her that's interesting and curious.

 

 

Taking her seat, she does not bother to bring her book out for she notices others around her are better suited to sitting. Smiling she stands and one who might prefer to sit takes the comfortable seat. She doesn't consider them allowing them to do and be.

 

Communication cords rely on the same vibration as her voice reflects compassion. Others know they can be themselves around her.

 

 

While watching out the window, something surfaces. She can't quite put her finger on it. She can feel the impetus to flee.

 

Pausing…. She asks within, curious. Listens. Now aware, she makes a conscious choice.

 

Knowing running is not for her highest good, she goes within at the first sign of flight checking in on the feeling body whenever urge arises.

 

This is a habit.

 

She stays the course.

 

 

Stepping out, she's underground much like how abundance shows for her as it is mostly outside of conscious reach.

 

She takes the staircase up to the streets above.

 

She realizes that remaining on task taking steps toward progress supports her dreams as her wealth has already been attained for it lies within.

 

The subway is crowded, timing and patience serve her well.

 

 

She takes in a fresh breath of air atop the stairs.

 

When her soul senses freedom, she consciously manifests abundance as she knows her purpose well having access to the watery realms of all.

 

She remains true to herself. She does not lie to herself.

 

Progress is assured.

 

 

The streets are crowded, her Power, passion and vision aligns serving her well when hubris remains silent.

 

She's precise with conscious intent.

 

Steady as she goes.

 

 

With faith, she expands trusting timing harnessing the beauty of soul.

 

Who she is in spirit is lovely.

 

 

Through the door, she's arrives at her destination as dreams support her journey.

 

She's fastened to her dreams with a deep passion.

 

Subconscious power and expansion in space of growth allow her dreams to thrive.

 

This will endure.

 

Earthly realms are solved and resolved via embodiment and alignment of a trooper in action, a charming diplomat and a precise worker.

 

She collaborates with others on similar journey, in tune with abundance in their lives, willing to do the work in a healthy harmonious manner.

 

 

 

Prose astrology reading of one unique soul.

 

And tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 62 of 365 Orbit

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