Monday, January 9, 2012

Predictions Brew In My World

WE READ THE WEATHER like tealeaves wanting to know what the future will hold. But the changing skies that hang over my personal pathways are seldom that clear as I peer into the gray and sometimes shimmering patterns.

I like to peek into my tomorrows for hints of what I should wear when I venture outdoors … although boots and an umbrella are an easy guess this time of year. I also welcome the sweeter forecasts that are often tucked inside of fortune cookies to ponder longer term goals.

But looking too far ahead drains color from the day. And predictions are never as black and white as they seem in the plot of an old movie. With my crystal ball of hindsight, I know what true dramas unfolded for the people who starred in the classics. I prefer the chapters in my own life to remain a mystery.

Is the future written in the stars or yet to be determined as we make choices along life’s way? I tend to believe the latter but perhaps it is a wizard's mix of both. Whatever the brew, it seems joyful surprises can be revealed around any corner and inspiration concealed in the ups and downs of the weather.

An insightful message can even be hidden in a 1999 computer game called The Longest Journey bought as a Christmas gift over a decade ago. I treasure these words from a character named Cortez who says to the heroine: “You see, seƱorita, mystery is important. To know everything, to know the whole truth, is dull. There is no magic in that. Magic is not knowing, magic is wondering about what and how and where.”

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Copyright by Penelope Puddlisms

Monday, January 2, 2012

Renewing The Wonder In My World

THIS FRESH START to a New Year got me thinking that vexing problems and challenging times can easily rob the joy out of life. There is wonderment to soak in at nearly every corner ... even if within the parameters of one's own mind. A mystic moment can be sparked by a deep inner knowing or a simple reflection of tree branches tangled in paper decor pasted on the window of a community hall. Nothing is as it seems and reality is limited by the ability to perceive it.

What a miracle that no two of us are alike but all are made of the same stuff as snowflakes and stars.

Daily woes and worries are thieves distracting from magical pathways of the imagination that sometimes just sit there uninspired ...

when they could be glowing ...

or fluttering in and out of windows softly opened to new realms.

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Copyright by Penelope Puddlisms