If you live in Calgary come by and check out this awesome course today at 1:00.
I submitted an article to Elephant Journal, they accepted it and published it!
Check out my article in Elephant Journal on how I changed my life by attending a Willpower Institute meditation course. Click on the “blue meditation course link” to automatically be taken there.
Elephant Journal is an excellent magazine. A wonderful person edited my submission. They made it sing and even added a perfect image to go with the article. The process was awesome.
If you are asked to sign up or create an account you should be able to close the box and continue reading. I have a free account which allows me to read a certain number of articles a day without having to purchase a subscription.
I hope you enjoy it.
Cheryle August 20 2018
A wonderful idea in community engagement. Stop by for a sip of tea and mingle with all the interesting tea party bloggers. In love and light Cheryle
“What better way to suggest friendliness – and to create it – than with a cup of tea?” -J. Grayson Luttrell
Aloha, charming WordPressers!
I’m delighted to announce you that The Little Mermaid is hosting her first ever monthly tea party on her website. What? A tea party? On WordPress? When? How? For whom? Alright..alright…take it easy. I’m coming on to your questions.
Classically, a ‘tea party’ makes one think of superiorly elegant and elaborate affairs of the Victorian times. It also conjures up images of fluffy scones, flavoursome muffins, Devonshire Cream and dainty sandwiches served on fine silver or deluxe bone china. Still, the elemental part of a tea party remains the affable exchange of dialogue among the invitees. Almost indistinguishably, the tea party that I am organizing is an online social event hosted in honour of bloggers, that is US! Blogging is most enjoyable when it is done…
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Snick, the sound barely audible above my hoarse breathing. I slide the CREDIT CARD between the sticker plate and the faceplate pushing the latch bolt back into the latch unit releasing the door.
Quickly I glance down the corridor, first to the right then to the left. The view hasn’t changed any, three doors, a kid’s plastic PARACHUTE TOY lying beside a potted plant on a table, and the elevator.
With a gentle push, the door slowly swings open. I step inside, close the door and stare into the darkness.
Kaboom! The thunder-crack shakes the building. The storm must be right overhead. LIGHTENING illuminates the room, for an instant like a SHOOTING STAR flashing before my eyes. I freeze and look toward the closed bedroom door, waiting to see a sliver of light shine out from inside telling me that someone is awake and getting up.
Nothing moves. I release my held breath and relax, a little.
OK, I start silently talking to myself, like I have a SPEECH BUBBLE above my head. It’s in the carved wooden box, on the 3rd shelf of the bookcase to the left of the living room doorway, straight ahead.
I am so nervous my feet are sweating and I leave moist FOOTPRINTS behind me.
Standing in front of the cabinet I reach out and touch the box. I feel the carving of the SCARAB with my fingers as I lift the lid. I pat around inside the box exploring for the rounded edges of the HONEY BEE figurine. I make contact; the gold is smooth and cool to the touch. Ouch! I prick my finger on the stinger. Serves me right for taking it this way, I could have just asked for it. I am sure she would have given it to me gladly. But no, I want to make her wonder, to think, how long was it been missing, when was the last time she saw it. Did she lose it or did someone take it? I wanted to leave her wondering what happened to it.
Resetting the lid I turn around. Smiling I retrace my footsteps; quietly close the door behind me. Whoosh. As the elevator doors close, I can practically see the HAPPY FACE floating above my head.
Cheryle – June 25, 2018
MY GARDEN CHRONICLE FROM WINTER TO SPRING 2018
Spring sprung late this year. The winter was long, harsh and we were inundated by so much snow it reached my mid-thigh reminding me of the cold and snowy winters during the late 60’s. I guess it is true, the weather is cyclical and we were certainly deep in the cold and wet cycle. Channel pathways had to be dug so the feral cats wouldn’t have to dig their own tunnels through the snow drifts.
The garden usually shows signs of awakening early in March, however, as late as spring was, once the sun warmed the earth nature took the fast track to catch up. Since the beginning of April, there have been amazing spurts of growth and splashes of colour appearing daily.
Throughout the year, I celebrate the progression of the garden with little festivals. In the spring it is Nanking Cherry and Lilac Blossom Festivals and in the fall it is Apple and Pumpkin Harvest Festivals. Most years the blossom festivals begin in March with the Scillia and Crocus blossoms and finish early in May with the Apple blossoms, but this year the spring festivals happened all in the same week. Or so it seemed.
The Scillia, Crocus, Tulip, Nanking Cherry, Lilac, Apple Crab, Crab Apple, Pear and the Cherry trees broke out into delicate blossoms all at the same time. It was a stupendous show of petals and a fragrant feast of fruity scents wafting on the breezes, a pageant showing off nature’s gifts of growth and fertility.
Planting began early May and the garden was starting to show signs shortly after the May long weekend. The Anemones are now in bloom; their pure white faces following the sun as it travels the sky daily. Little Cherries and Apples are visible on the trees boding an abundant harvest.
From today until I put the garden to bed I look forward to Peonies, Pumpkin, Potatoes, Herbs, Carrots, Beans, Apples, Pears, Roses, Poppies, Honeysuckle, Dill and Sunflowers.
As the garden treasures blossom from buds to flowers to fruit to harvest I will continue to be amazed at the magic of how the garden springs to life, grows and develops throughout the year from winter sleep to the cornucopia of the fall.
Stay tuned the garden chronicles will continue.
Cheryle June 11, 2018
The Island Labyrinth
The labyrinth wound around the forest, the path twisting and turning in on itself. It is the only one of its kind and size. Legend has it a Wizard created it with the toss of a single magic sphere while fending off marauders wielding sharply spiked maces who were trying to overtake the island paradise. Overnight the forest grew and the next morning the labyrinth appeared.
Searchers of the spiritual peace offered by the meditative walk arrive by ship then they are ferried into the small castle that serves as a home to the followers of the Goddess Flidias. On special occasions, the kitchen roasts a pig and lays out a great feast. The scent of searing meat enticing the feral cats out of hiding hoping to snag a scrap when the cooks weren’t watching.
With the sun beginning to brighten the morning sky, the meditators make their way onto the pathway to walk in contemplation, slowly pacing toward and away from the guardian trees, each quiet in the solitude of their own mind, alone amoung the many.
Their minds at peace, their hearts centred they return home with renewed spirits emanating a calming influence over the chaos of their daily lives.
Cheryle – May 31, 2018
I am so late writing and posting this challenge story. Not only am I late with this one, I am also late with the challenge story that was due on the 27th. Oh well, I’m posting here now, however, I won’t be able to link it to the challenge.
CRABS FOR LUNCH
The Crow landed lightly on the flagpole finial. It’s sleek black feathers glistening in the sunlight, the Jolly Roger snapping smartly in the westerly winds. “Caw Caw”, it cried “Shiver me timbers the wind is cold up here”. It’s two dark friends called back, one from the Crow’s Nest atop the Main Mast, the other strutting back and forth on the Foremast, “The seas are choppy, the storm is tracking this way”, “the pirates are going ashore.”
As the pirates lowered the Jolly Boat, the three Crows lifted off and glided to the tents erected just above the high water line on the beach.
Outside the largest brightest tent the King adjusts his crown while bending down to poke at one of the crabs scuttling over the sand. “Mmmm, these would make a delicious luncheon,” he says looking at Cook stirring the pot on the camp stove. “Yes, your Highness”, the cook replies, “I will have one of the kitchen pages collect enough for roasted crab for lunch” as he snaps his fingers at one of the apron clad young men pouring oil from a flask over a platter of grilled sliced cactus.
The Captain steps down into the Jolly Boat, removes his glasses and wipes the water splashes away with the tail of his shirt. “Here we goes boys, Parley”!
Cheryle – May 29, 2018