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Telling Tales and Whispering Secrets 

A bit of fantasy alongside the current human condition

 

 

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Café Society | Does Magicks

 

The rain soaked alley smells a combination of wet dog and Take Out that's been too long in the fridge.

 

She approaches slowly, yet sure. The Ask is a big one; however, she's tired of this game and wants to end the cycle for certain. The pattern is always quite clear and easily recognizable at its onset.

 

Her fingernails crystal energy, she maintains a slow stride. Ever moving, ten wands return what is not hers as well as what no longer serves in the same condition it was received. Strong hands held out in front of her as if the 10 inch energy ball is solidly in front of her heart.

 

She pulses her palms inward and outward in turn. Summoning within her palm-space, then through the energy centers of her hands and outward, the backs of her hands push the sooty darkened energy away from her corporeal form.

 

Her pace is steady. Her eyes forward. She continues through the gauntlet. The alley lighter behind her. Still dark and gritty before her.

 

Walking. Working the energy.

 

Passing the last dumpster, she smiles. She brings her hands together with a thundering clap and then rubs them together creating heat. Head down and eyes forward, her hands are to her side as she flicks her fingers releasing the remaining energy.

 

Bringing her energy ball hands back together before her, she summons pure energy from the sky and ground.

 

Her alley now clear. Folding her collar back down, she pushes her hands into her leather gloves.

 

Still walking. Intentioned.

 

  

Shadow work

 

Black Coffee

 

 

"Why am I feeling this way?" hand to her forehead elbow on her clean white desk, she's looking downward. Her mouth in the same direction.

 

"This just doesn't make sense." Shaking her head. A deep breath.

 

"Wait. This is not mine." Her head lifting eyes moving about as if to query just where she picked this crap up.

 

Standing, she begins to move. Drawing her awareness from her headspace, she brings it down into her heart space and body.

 

"Just where is this sludge?" She's pacing a bit.

 

She finds most of the foreign 'belief' in her hips with a bit in her solar plexus. Now moving intentionally, she heads for her black cabinet that houses three small cases with velvet lined drawers.

 

Opening the first drawer, she brings out Almandine Garnet. The neighboring case houses a drawer full of yellow and golden stones. Honey Calcite calls to her. Both stones in hand, she's grateful.

 

Placing her two gems on the altar cloth before her, she lights Pinion and Black Sage.

 

"I clear my body, mind, spirit, space…" repeating.

 

Smiling. The olfactories engaged her shoulders begin to relax. Bringing the experience close to all senses, she peers through the deliberate waves of smoke.

 

Next, she spends more time near her hips continuing to move. Lastly, deep breathing in / out in equal measure, she massages the Vagus Nerve wisps of smoke pointed at her solar plexus.

 

"Ahhhhh." Long exhale. Smudge extinguished.

 

She places the stones in her bra and makes her way to the kitchen for a cool glass of water.

 

 

Cleansing

 

Fresh Grounds

 

 

She considers how difficult it always seems to be as she continues to do the same thing hoping for some traction.

 

She's confident that the choices are the best with the information she currently has; but wow, the road is long and arduous.

 

"Is it worth it?" she asks herself.

 

"Hell yes!" she's now smiling wide.

 

 

Action is key

 

French Pressed

 

 

It feels… there are no words for it.

 

So much energy.

 

Eye on the moments of true connection as we ebb and flow.

 

Keen on purpose.

 

Accepting ones talent.

 

 

Knowing thyself

 

Sugar

 

 

Feeling into it, her compass guides.

 

Not familiar territory, she trusts.

 

Thrown a curve ball, trajectory adjusted for.

 

Totally off the wall, she leans into the 'what if.'

 

Density lessens, she's got wiggle room.

 

Clarity, she's in her own.

 

 

Abundance | Freedom

 

Crème | Cowboy Coffee

 

 

 

Coffee is MAGICK, yeah?

 

 

 

And Tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 41 of 365 Orbit

 

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Write | Haiku

 

Write

 

 

Words from the Chasm

 

Expressions being Pondered

 

Processed Acknowledged

 

 

 

 

See you Tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 40 of 365 Orbit

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The Flip Side | The Ever Transforming Mash-Up

 

Turning over, her pillows have all fallen to the dusty floor. A tooth, way in the back, is aching causing a global headache that's exacerbated by her stomach that feels like she tied one on last night

 

-though she didn't drink a drop.

 

Restless all night with vivid half-awake dreams, she's pleased with that adventure.

 

Out of bed for coffee. Going for coconut oil pulling while awaiting her favorite elixir to percolate.

 

Very seldom, but today is one of those days, she pops an ibuprofen.

 

Still in bed. Coffee's balanced on her solar plexus as she scrolls finding interesting research articles.

 

Anti-inflammatory hasn't kicked in as of yet, so she pauses.

 

Closing her eyes, relaxing careful not to spill her brew, she queries within. She's asks 'Why?' allowing the movies of her inner world to begin to roll. Bits and pieces surface.

 

She's in such pain so she doesn't dive deep and returns to the articles.

 

Difficult to concentrate so decides to move.

 

It's a lot of little things. Not in the flow. Taking more time than it should. Feeling like binging Prime. Sloughing through the day feeling heavier with each passing hour.

 

Overwhelmed by the list before her.

 

End of evening. Lovely conversation. Talking allow what wants to surface to surface. No projecting. Carefully listening to what needs to be heard.

 

The other is doing the same inner work for herself. Interdependence.

 

Lightness of feeling surfaces.

 

Just before eyes close, she queries again.

 

Gritty Shadows.

 

 

She awakens from a vivid dream. She's been writing in her sleep.

 

The pillows forming a cozy boat, she stretches. The pains have left the station.

 

Big smiles. She lets out a squeal of gratitude and hops out of bed to turn on the coffee.

 

A bit of dark black brew and a very interesting article on the 'unseen within,' those spaces 'in between' in the psyche.

 

She reads sipping.

 

At her desk, she checks out the list of urgent/important, looks inviting.

 

She's got a gig that will take most of her afternoon so she dives in creating and scheduling her 'reach outs' to her readers/followers on social media.

 

Next, she writes. In the flow, she goes for it.

 

Noticing still a bit of ache after breakfast.

 

She queries.

 

Calm. Love/loved.

 

Post gig and a bit of din-din, she's back to her computer writing.

 

Just before eyes close, she queries again.

 

Pure Sun.

 

 

Feeling all the feels knowing thyself.

 

Aware that the human condition ebbs and flows.

 

 

Do your days tend to expand and contract?

 

Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 39 of 365 Orbit

 

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Come take my hand

 

She's the beautiful one.

 

The one with the dreamy dress that doesn't quite match her demeanor.

 

She's a spitfire.

 

There are enough boys in the small town that don't mind.

 

 

Peggy Sue

 

 

Dark hair amongst the light headed ones, she observes the goings on.


The gloves make certain she need not make contact with anyone on her dance card that she's been too polite to decline.

 

The card is full and has been since third period class. She receives well wishes from those that assume it's mostly empty.

 

A smart smile for the adventure before her.

 

Her fast friend at her side, they'll dish all night long as they've already planned their pajama party.

 

 

Betty Lou

 

 

The life of the party and interestingly enough, the brainy one.

 

A mash up of well-read with loves music so much that she sings while dancing.

 

Her partners adore her for she's won many dance contests, especially with Ben.

 

So many wrist corsages, she wasn't able to choose just one.

 

 

Barbara Ann

 

 

 

 

And tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 38 of 365 Orbit

 

ps- inspired by The Beach Boys, Barbara Ann

 

 

 

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Quantum Realms | Corporeal


Walking amongst the crowd, she passes through the men and women awaiting the ceremony. She reads the energy of the ether as well as each being she sloughs through.

 

"This may be a taxing experience." Musing at the energetic density of the group.

 

Drawing closer to her destination, she decides to bypass the last few rows pointing to her mark with her senses. Eyes on target, she whispers, "There."  finding herself firmly planted on the platform.

 

Persephone cleanses her space dusting off her shoulders, flicking her fingers. A couple of taps together with her pincer fingers and some toe wiggles, she grounds and cleanses herself of other's energy. Now sovereign.

 

From this perspective, Persephone's taken aback by the number of people present for her mother's sun return. As she chooses not to count the orbit, these gatherings tend to be memorable events. Perce's relieved that she didn't miss the well wishes.

 

The lights dimmed. Chests outward, the crowd's heart spaces begin to glow. Cool at first warming with a pulse from the rhythmic sound of the timpani. Inner heart hearths spark by those that choose to flash their energy in ebbs and flows.

 

Intensity coming to its high point, the gifts floated upward. Each source looking at the celebrant. Eyes then begin to look toward the sky as a whirlpool of affectionate energy swirls, the timpani now silent.  The energetic gift merges above.

 

Finding its target, the tide rains down upon Persephone's mother. Her mother's essence glows from within as her cup fills to the brim. Arms beginning from her side, her mother lifts her hands to her heart space seating the energy that she would carefully spend and give throughout her next sun rotation.  

 

 

Not one for long ceremonies, Persephone acknowledges her mother with a solemn nod. She then draws a calm smile in perfect timing with her eyes closing. Once in place, she conjures her next destination and echoes within, "There."

 

Landing in her cozy abode, Perce takes off the layers she is wearing, hangs her garments, and drops to the black velvet settee that sits in the corner of the front room. The ceiling to floor glass before her showcases the night's light far below.

 

Never one to be late, she transmits salutation to her now beloved Other. Though they hadn't been acquainted while he resided in corporeal form, her dreams allowed for long conversations before she took the big step to connect in earnest.

 

He begins the exchange communicating, "You should be in flow with other flesh and bloods."

"Well greetings to you as well." Perce smiles. She knows he would not have it any other way.

Laughing, "Okay, okay."

 

"You say that every time. And I understand." Persephone extends connection.

"What would you like to do tonight instead of being twenty-five floors down with other's perhaps eating sustenance or the like?" He doesn't miss it at all and at the same time, does not care to project that onto his Other.

 

Perce relaxes into her sofa a bit more and whispers out loud. "I'd like to be with my Other."

"Very well." His communication smiles. "And right answer." He teases.

 

Communing, she sees the love for her own being reflected in the energy she's chosen to bond with.

 

 

"No. I don't agree." He calmly responds.

 

Perce opens her eyes for emphasis. "It is my choice. I want to be with you. We both know this is my last ride. Now is a good time."

 

"Your sun has not returned but thirty and a half times." His communication's vibration and frequency remains consistent.

 

"I understand the subtext of your response. That does not matter to me. You are well aware I do not monitor my sun returns." She responds with some corporeal emotion.

 

"You are still very much in corporeal resonance. Your cycle is not complete." He responds with reason.

 

"I can choose when my cycle…." Perce is cut off by a banging on the door.

 

She senses their exchange coming in and out as the energy beyond the door is disruptive, calling with intensity.

 

Her Other, "I depart and connect soon." He's gone.

 

⋆ 

 

Persephone throws the pillow from her lap and storms to the door yelling. "That is not knocking! How many times?..."

 

As she opens the door, she sees the pain. Her mother's corporeal form has been injured. The flesh in areas scraped. A deep gash crosses her mother's forehead.

 

"I need you." Perce's mother's energy is beginning to rise from the corporeal.

 

"I am here! Use your breath. Remain on the planet!" Perce leads her mother to the couch she was just on.

 

"I wish to remain." Very weak, her mother's eyes begin to close.

 

Perce seizes her mother's attention. "Where's your sun return gift? The heart energy should be more than enough to heal."

 

"It was robbed from me…." Her mother goes into repose to conserve her life force.

 

Perce lies on the floor before her mother. Going up and in, she engages her third eye letting all other sentient resources go dormant. Her wiseself calls to the ether. Passing her Elder Counsel, her ancestors both corporeal and energetic, flowing through the Angelic realms, she reaches the matrix.

 

"I request energy units be transferred to my mother." She queries the Collective.

 

The All. "You will lose half of your corporeal experience."

 

"I accept." Perce responds.

 

"Both you and your mother will transcend together. So it is." And it was done.

 

Moving downward and outward, Perce emerges from wisdom.  She goes to the bathroom to find a cool cloth and the healing wand for her mother's abrasions and cut.

 

Her mother back to rights rests comfortably. Her energy's growing as Perce's ebbs.

 

Persephone signals her Other.

 

"You must remain." In greeting.

 

"Yes. I must remain." Perce responds. "I will Comm soon."

 

 

And tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 37 of 365 Orbit

 

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As Above | So Below

 

The world below us

 

Eyes wide open, she spies a dude across the street proselytizing or something. She believes so as his cadence reflects a preaching tone. She squints her eyes to sense if she can hear him more clearly.

 

Nope, just the inflection along with the stop and go of the cars as they respond to the street light patterns. So she checks her tea won't spill and leans back on the wooden sidewalk bench. One elbow is on the wrought iron armrest.

 

Closing her eyes, she hears the beat of his speech. Opening her eyes, she notices the pauses are in tune with him looking down to his notes.

 

Spying an upside down hat on the ground before him, she wonders what he buskers for. "Could it be his church or is it his breakfast?"

 

She imagines him standing upon a box. Perhaps that would increase his auditory reach as well as his presence: authority. Noticing no one has paused before him as of yet, she smiles to herself as she witnesses the human condition.

 

Mental exercise complete.

 

Aware.

 

 

Something tickles the senses. "No, wait… nothing." Head shaking.

 

"What is that? Why do I keep seeing 1111 or 111?" Curious.

 

"I'm noticing." Nice!

 

"That's a pattern for sure." Ah-ha moment.

 

"Ah, yes. That makes sense." Calming.

 

 

Asking before going to sleep.

 

In the am. "Okay. Right on. Makes sense."

 

 

Noticing another pattern.

 

Laughing as the trigger instigates a reaction in lieu of a response.

 

 

Empowered response in lieu of reaction.

 

"Nice!" Sense of accomplishment. Progress.

 

 

Tis what's under the surface.

 

Inner-Awareness.

 

 

Cozy quiet space. Snuggled all in. As if, it's a long winter.

 

"Wait a tick! I don't fit." Cozy becomes a bit uncomfortable.

 

Wiggling around a lot to find comfort.

 

 

A crack in the curtains. Light pouring in.

 

"What's that?" Curious.

 

Even more light.

 

 

Finally, room to move.

 

I find myself outside somehow.

 

Unfolded. Basking in the sunlight.

 

I have wings.

 

 

Flight of fancy. Soaring.

 

I want to rest. I want to go back to what I know.

 

The door is closed.

 

 

Dragon Fly reality.

 

Accessing within.

 

 

 

 

Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 36 of 365 Orbit

 

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Star Profiles | Earthbound

 

Star Profiles | Earthbound

Unique Souls Series

 

With patient eyes, she gathers her countenance conserving that influence expressing sensuality instead.

 

Upon first glance, it is obvious she is to be respected.

 

Having accomplished most of what she puts her mind to; her secret, discipline within.

 

 

Last evening, she dreamed of a space where everyone just Do's and Be's…

 

 

Still in the feels of the night's dream, she allows space for her beliefs to transform as new information surfaces. Curiously she learns what is new and interesting.

 

The impetus to engage creating this new reality is immediate. She's courageous not concerned with other's stuff. A feeling of wanting to get there first arises…

 

 

Her warrior passion comes alive. She's moving.

 

 

Moving sovereign. She rules her corporeal existence creating what it looks like.

 

When pride and her desire for admiration does not rule, her warrior spirt is rooted in purpose.

 

 

She's liked upon first glance and resides comfortably in her authenticity.

 

A peace tends to surround her essence allowing her charm to be the first seen.

 

 

Calming breath she escapes to the wonder of the what if.

 

With love for who and what surrounds her, she accepts that she's not on this ride alone.

 

 

Smiling, ever surviving, deeply empowered and passionate.

 

She's ever curious, ever learning absorbing transforming into her ever evolving reality.

 

 

Her realm, the worlds within books. Her possibility, limitless. Her desire, consistent progress.

 

 

And tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 35 of 365 Orbit

 

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When Dense Woods Meet Curious Spirited Minds

 

Just past the last farm and to the left was the edge of town. Beyond, dense trees and foliage along with all sorts of creatures. Most do not venture there. Epic dares and tricks were legendary, but none could be confirmed.

 

"The trees communicated with their root systems. You can almost hear them whispering." One old man tells his friend as they sit together on the bench outside the local grocery awaiting their wives to reappear.

 

"With ice cream this time, I hope."  His comrade muses to himself half listening to the older man, well 6 months older.

 

He's heard it all before and still doesn't believe him. "Jessie, you've got to turn over the record. Try the B side for a while. It may not be as interesting. But friend, I don't think I can listen to you tell that story one more time!" Finger waving for emphasis.  

 

He continues. "It's been 65 years. Let it go." He shakes his head for he cares for his longtime pal.

 

"Could you let go of something like that happening to you? I was just ten years old!" His voice shakes with frustration. "I will not for I don't want to forget it. How do you know it won't happen again?"

 

Will whispers back, "I don't." and turns his eyes toward the two ladies emerging from the grocery, paper bags in their arms.

 

Both men stand and quickly take the bags.

 

 

The girls had built a swell fort. It is at Ella's place, way in the back behind the big red barn. Sitting together, they vote little Daisy into the club.

 

Daisy sits wide eyed looking to her older sister for cues. Her kin, the oldest of the quartet. She is kind and always says yes when Sara wants to tag along.

 

Alvina senses Daisy's questioning heart. "You are one of us. Now let me take a bit of your hair for the Brownie Lodge locket."

 

She pulls the long chain over her head. Dahlia clips a bit of Daisy's hair. Daisy checks smoothing her short bob. Ella comes forward with the small mortar and pestle. Oils and herbs had been prepared and were ready to meet Daisy's hair.

 

Daisy leans in on her tip toes wondering if her hair will turn to gold or something.

Alvina places her hand on her sister's back. "Give her a bit of space to grind the pellet together. Here, you hold the locket for now."

 

A big smile moves to the edges of the little girls face. She's never touched the Lodge locket before. Clasping it in her hands as if it's fragile, the locket feels like it has a heartbeat. She freezes, her eyes looking to the other girls. Lub-dub, the gold locket pumps again.

 

Feeling too grown up to just drop it, she decides to surreptitiously pass it on to Dahlia whose just standing over Ella that's grinding furiously whose elbows are out with faced scrunched in effort.

 

She's in the rhythm. The sound of the marble pestle rubbing the mortar's bowl gives out a sharp squeak at times. Dahlia steps back a bit.

 

Daisy sees her opportunity. "Dahlia, here's the locket." She holds out her cupped hands and nods from the locket to the girl already shaking her head no.

 

"Nope, you gotta manage it until your pellet is ready." Dahlia totally gets what's going on.

 

Alvina kneels before her sister. You hold the hearts of all that have been here before us Daisy. This is a very important task.

 

"Do you got this?" She smiles gently to her little sister.

 

"Uh, sure." Daisy nods pulling the locket back toward her chest. She takes a seat on one of the frayed ottomans.

 

Ella begins, "Almost…. Got it. Almost…"

 

"Just tell us when you're ready." Dahlia replies adjusting her hairband. She's ready to motor to the woods. This is her favorite part.

 

Alvina draws near the mortar's bowl. Ella looks up to her eyes. Serious, she nods. The tallest of the group takes her pincer fingers and grasps Daisy's pellet coming toward the littlest of the group.

 

Daisy fumbles with the locket trying to open it.

 

"Leave it be little sister. Extend your hands out and open them up to me." Alvina's pincer fingers leading her to the gold locket resting in little hands. Hovering over the locket she lets go.

 

Daisy is not sure if she closed her eyes for the pellet disappeared before her. She looks about on the floor around her. Confused, she's not so certain she hasn't messed up the whole thing.

 

"You did well." Ella takes the locket from her. Your pellet is now safe within the Lodge locket.

 

"Oh wow. Okay!" Daisy is happy that's over with.

 

Ella takes the locket. Moving in front of Alvina, who leans forward, Ella drops the chain over her head.

 

 

"Now let's head to the woods!" Dahlia is half way out of the fort.

 

Daisy's eyes grow double the size. She looks to her sister.

 

Alvina grabs Dahlia's dress hem just in time. "Wait. You explain to Daisy."

 

"Me? Why? You're her sister." Dahlia's impatience is now apparent. She sees Ella and Alvina's expressions change. "Ah… okay…" she responds resigned.

 

Dahlia takes a seat on a puffy ottoman and gestures Daisy to sit by her side. Alvina and Ella sit upon the big pillows across from them folding their legs.

 

"We don't know why, actually. We only know that this has gone on for a long, long time. When the locket came to Alvina, things just started to happen. You know Ella's mum is a kinda wise woman, yeah?" Daisy nods slowly. "Well Ella picked up some things and just sort of new what we needed, her working in her mum's apothecary and all."

 

"Just where do you come in all of this?" Daisy asks.

 

"I was just going to tell you. It's the most important part. You see, my people know the woods." Dahlia emphasizes woods for color.

 

"What!?" Daisy stands. The three girls circle Daisy leading her out through the forts entrance.

 

"Trust us." Alvina smiles.

 

The trio continue to encircle Daisy leading her past the last farm just to the edge of the small farming community. Stopping abruptly, Daisy smashes her nose into Dahlia's back. Dahlia looks back, her brows furrowed.

 

"Step back. I need to concentrate." She gently takes Daisy's shoulders and guides her backward, the other two girls remaining in step with their newest member.

 

Dahlia begins hyperventilating, then she holds her arms up and pushes against the air in front of her. An imaginary force causes her to push even harder. The noise of a boulder moving echoes. Dahlia wipes her hands and gestures for the other girls to go first.

 

Ella and Alvina move in a manner that push Daisy as if she's in a large crowd moving without choice.

 

Inside the woods, the air smells fresh, the birds singing. Sounds of creatures scurrying about surround them. Coming to a large tree about 100 yards from the edge of town they nestle Daisy in their care. Alvina holds out the locket and leans down toward the base of the tree.

 

The Faeries fly out of a small wooden door.

 

Buzzing about. "What's this?!" One little faerie flies close to Daisy who is protected by her friends.

 

Alvina lets go of the locket and address the swarm. "You are now seen by four. As we are seen by the many Fay."

 

 

Be seeing you tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 34 of 365 Orbit

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Bellowing | Not Singing

 

The sidewalks are wet with more mist than rain. Persephone loves layers and has added a warm sweater underneath her black swing coat, red paisley wool Dior scarf and lambskin gloves. Steam billows in front of her deep red lips as there's that beautiful clean crisp chill in the night air. Clacking, her classic but slightly higher heels, hit the pavement in time with her intentional cadence.

 

Target, the bistro. Her why, her favorite Brobie is meeting her for a pint.

 

Well her only brother actually, she smiles to herself looking down noticing the little puddles' mini splashes as she doesn't break stride. The moisture in the Seattle air along with the breeze make her long silky but quite fine hair look beautiful. A tint to her chilled cheeks reflect the levity she feels inside.

 

Lovely day behind her. Perfect cool wet weather. Beautiful downtown. Just 6 more blocks to go.

 

Continuing down Pike, she sees a neighbor that lives on her building floor, twelfth. From a distance, gloved waves are exchanged. Her wave is cut off with a yelp and sideways jump as the loud Taxi horn sounds just as its passes. Persephone laughs out loud and gestures to her friend all is well. He continues on his way. Perce returns to her cadence, on a mission with the customary don't bother me city-life stride.

 

Approaching the gauntlet, she weaves around the homeless that tend to hangout near the 4th street corner. She knows a lot of their stories as she passes them so often: who's dating who, who's in jail, who just got out. She smiles not slowing her pace at all making her way through with ease. Her coat and skirt wave along with the salutations and asking from the rooted crowd.

 

Steady as she goes. Target in sight. The lights of the bistro her guide. Just 4 blocks to go.

 

 

Her left hand reaches into her coat pocket. It's her brother.

 

Rolling her eyes and laughing, she answers. "Hello…." With sarcasm.

 

"Hey! You're not gonna believe this. I can sing. I mean I can sing really well. I think I'm going to take some lessons." Her brother is yelling above his stellar car stereo. Harry Connick, Jr. croons in the background.

 

Perce puts a gloved finger to her other ear drowning out the din of the downtown traffic just to her side. "What? You can sing? Why?"

 

He responds a bit deflated. "I think it's a good thing. Don't you?"

 

"Yeah. Yeah, of course." Persephone's wondering if she needs to turn around.

 

"So listen." Her brother cues up a Connick tune and begins a heartfelt quite loud bellow in perfect time with one of his favorite songs.

 

Persephone waits until the song ends. "That's good… I'm not so sure about the pitch, but you said something about lessons. Say… are you coming?"

 

"Yes. I'm on my way. Almost there. So what do you think?" He's excited obviously ignoring the 'pitch' comment.

 

Perce's tickled by his genuinely joyful voice. He's obviously enjoying his venture to the pub. She thinks his singing pretty good actually.

 

"Did you have cocktails after work?" She asks smiling large. It communicates through the phone.

 

Her brother's laughing. "No. And I'm here."

 

His car door sounds. He's stands waving at this sister just across the street from the bistro.

 

 

And tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 33 of 365 Orbit

 

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The Cosmic Santa Clause is Coming to Town

 

 

Dreaming of her Jupiter return coming up next year, she expresses a light and delightful squee! Remembering herself, she quickly stops looking around the snow covered park. No wide eyed responses so she giggles shrugs and continues on her way. The adventure's energy is beginning to rise as tomorrow is the day that the great benefic journeys into Capricorn.

 

A slight skip in her step, she considers the happy planet and just how much this powerful energy loves for everything to go well, her highest good in mind. She feels supported.

 

Hands clasped behind her back, open. Her favorite well-worn old wooden bench comes into view. Pleased that no one else ever really bothers to sit there, she makes her way toward the overgrown area of the park. Giving it a salutation along with a bit of gratitude, she takes a quiet seat for everything around her dims a bit when in contact with the rough splintered wood. Clarity rises so she takes advantage.

 

Closing her eyes, she senses the residue of those that have been here before her. Calm energies from foretime reside. She pays homage acknowledging their place here in linear time as well as their current existence in the non-linear matrix. She asks for wisdom.

 

"You've been working hard. Your well discerned actions upon your responsible and respectable intentions are being supported girl." An elderly voice of wisdom sounds.

 

A clear calm voice of gentility begins, "Great progress is yours. You have the opportunity to achieve your dreams, be seen and be acknowledged, as you so kindly connect with us right here."

 

She considers with nods of gratitude. Indeed, goals are within the Capricorn domain are quite comfortable for her to establish with focus and integrity. As they tend to be in the realms of her career along with some personal motivations, she's ready for a bit of a lift. Smiling to herself, she feels optimistic about the upcoming adventure.

 

"Nice, slow and steady." She muses to herself though she knows the bench can hear as well.

 

Standing taking steps toward the cemetery gates next to the park, a sense of confidence arose as she's feeling good about the way of things. Crossing the looming dark iron gate, it creaks a bit. Noticing there were no winds about, she intuited that opportunities will arise if she wishes to pass through them.

 

Still in the space of awareness, she felt the impetus to experience a bit more. Walking along the gravel road gravestones on both sides, she considers structure and order to be her guide toward what is next.

 

Jupiter transits Capricorn, 2020

 

 

 

See you tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 32 of 365 Orbit

 

 

 

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