How Do You View the World?

What lens do you use to view the world?

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Be sure to choose your own.

No one’s lens can put your life into focus but yours.

And if your focus isn’t too good right now, you can adjust it.

Go ahead.

Picture life the way you always wanted it to be.

Be that person now.

(photo by Jessica Lewis, courtesy of Pexel)

“Take life into your own hands and make it happen. It’s your life; Lead it!” 


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Sfizio Can Rock Your World

Have you sfizioed lately?

Sfizio is an Italian word with Greek origins that invites us to follow a whim.

Maybe it’s time to try something new, out-of-character, illogical, and adventurous.

You’ll find it to be surprisingly energizing.

Go somewhere you’ve never been, paint colorful graffiti on your wall, read a racy book, have lunch at a different restaurant, go alone to a movie you want to see even if no one else wants to (you can indulge in all the popcorn you want!), listen to a new genre of music, eat all four of those delectable fresh peaches at once, take a weekend road trip without your GPS, talk with a tree, anonymously leave cookies on your neighbor’s doorstep…

Sfizio

It’s surprising how many times a fleeting thought runs through our mind inviting us to do something “silly” or “different” but we ignore it because it’s “not what I do”, or “what will people think?”

Pardon me for asking – but who is living your life?

If a fun idea arises unannounced, something you didn’t conjure up in your own thinking, could it be intuition giving you a nudge?

It is a breath of fresh air? A push to un-stick yourself from a stagnant life? An opportunity to connect with some one, some thing, a new concept, that will bring the answers you have been seeking?

Following a whim hits your life re-fresh button.

How will you sfizio?

Ellie Hadsall

 

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Change with Summer Solstice

Summer Solstice offers energetic support for life change.

At Summer Solstice, Nature is preparing all life forms for the upcoming harvest. What plants are healthy and will bear fruit? Which plants are not proving vital? Their life force will be withdrawn and refocused toward lifeforms that provide harvest, or to provide for other flora and fauna. Summer is a time of “weeding” out what is not working and focusing one’s energy and intention toward that which is the priority.

flowers-meadow-wood-forestWhat do you need to weed out of your life? What beliefs, habits, and behaviors just don’t work anymore? Maybe they once did but they have lost their original value. Is it time to discard the past, leaving space in your life’s garden for new plants? Is something you planted (created) in the past bringing on a harvest that you find you no longer want? Are some weeds (old patterns) taking over your life, choking out your current life priorities and desires?

How to Change with Summer Solstice

  1. Write down every aspect of your life that doesn’t work. Be honest with yourself. If you avoid listing something, be aware of this and write it down anyway. We are going to do an exercise to weed it out, with the right timing.
  2. Choose one of the above. Under it, list the following:
  3. What evidence shows up on your life to demonstrate you need to change this?
  4. What is one positive action step you can take to address this? In other words, what can you do differently than you now do? What is within the realm of your current confidence or self-image that you can do?
  5. What do you fear happening if you make a change in this area? Why do you hesitate? What consequences might be uncomfortable? Is the discomfort of the imaginary consequence any worse than the consequences of continuing your currently disruptive action?
  6. How will you feel about your self when you release this old pattern to be skilled in a new, better one? Will you feel hopeful? Relieved? Liberated? Exhilirated? What difference will this make in your life?
  7. Bring this written information with you outdoors and lay down on a blanket in the grass, or on lounge chair, or on a porch or patio. If you cannot be outdoors, do it indoors and sit near an open window where nature can “breath” with you.
  8. Sit or lie down into a comfortable position. Close your eyes. Gently and slowly inhale, and exhale three times.
  9. Review once more the one area you chose to work with in #2 above. Envision it being slowly dissolved and replaced by a space filled with light.
  10. Upon completing the above, envision your chosen positive action as listed in #4 above. Imagine and then “feel” how light and revitalized you will be when expressing this action. “Feel” how light and revitalized you will be when this becomes the new you.
  11. sun, woman on mountain, pexels-photo-1168744Ask the Divine to anchor the “new you” into your personal field of consciousness.
  12. Meditate or immediately go to sleep in order to internalize this change.
  13. Upon awakening, act from your new possibility, regardless of what outer circumstances arise. Through physical action let the universe know you are committed to this shift. (Action continues to anchor the new self-image in your body.)
  14. Observe and write down changes that take place in your life as a result. No matter how small or insignificant; if you think it connects, write it down. This continues  integration of the “new you”.

Following Nature’s law, you have now assessed, released energetic drains, and refocused your mental and action resources on vitality and growth. Prepare to celebrate your upcoming harvest as your new seeds begin to bear healthy, fresh, higher quality fruit in your life.

Summer Solstice is the longest day of the year. The sun lingers, allowing us time at the end of the day for leisure after our many hours of toil. Nature abounds with flowers, fruits, vegetables, and the amazing insects and critter friends whose colors and sounds enrich our experience. Meditdate and take time to be grateful for the simple pleasures and bountiful gifts nature brings.

“Take life into your own hands and make it happen. It’s your life; Lead it!” 


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Not Buying Feels Wonderful

Sometimes not buying something you want is the right thing to do.

Recently I browsed for old towels at a Goodwill and came upon a gorgeous woven white blanket. It was large, in perfect condition, high quality, and the perfect blanket. It’s cost? $4.99.

white woven blanketBut I didn’t need it.

“Get it anyway – it’s too good to pass up” argued with “You don’t need it – leave it for someone else to find.”

I couldn’t resist, so put it in my cart and moved on. But my minimalist self wouldn’t let this go. “Someone else might want it who really needs it!”. I turned back toward the rack to hang the blanket back up and noticed a woman moving along the hanging linens, looking at….blankets. She looked tired and forlorn. Not finding any good blankets, she started to turn away.

“Are you looking for a blanket?”

“Yes, but there aren’t any today.”

“How about this one?” I pulled “my” blanket out of my cart and held it up.

“Oh, it’s gorgeous!”

“It’s yours if you want it. I don’t need it.”

“Oh, no! Get it – it’s too nice for you to pass up!”

“Actually, I kept thinking someone else might want it, so came to put it back. I think that person is you.”

After repeated protests, she finally accepted it and thanked me profusely.

Never have I so enjoyed not buying something as I did that gorgeous blanket.

– Ellie Hadsall

Take life into your own hands and make it happen. It’s your life; Lead it!” 


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Clean Out Life Downloads

You know how good it feels to get rid of unwanted junk in your home? To clean out unused food and disgusting left-overs from the refrigerator? To clear out the food bar wrappers and empty soda cups from your car?

Well…

Try emptying out those unwanted emotional viruses and downloads saved and stored in your body and mind.

The only thing stopping you from realizing your potential is those unwanted files that load up your belief system and slow down your life.

Over the years, you’ve chosen to download them and store them for future use. They hum along in the background, whirring and shifting, influencing every decision you make, whether you are aware of it or not.

Your life is conducted with new software now. Isn’t it time you cleaned up your hard drive and re-stored it with the beliefs and strengths you hold today?

Delete those outdated downloads and viruses. Discover the real YOU! THAT is who you came to be.

Hi!I am your Life ComputerScreen Saver.Reminding youyou are not your viruses.You are free to beyour amazing self!

“Take life into your own hands and make it happen. It’s your life; Lead it!” 


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Difficult to be Original

Thank you, Monica Hadsall, for this seed sentence:

“I find it difficult to be consistently original.”

This sentence is a perfect example. It took me five tries to choose the word “consistently”. “Always” is plain vanilla. “Regularly” is boring. “Continually”? Nah. Maybe “neverendingly”. That won’t work – sounds too much like a story with a wise and furry white dragon. “Consistently”. Now there’s a nice, solid, pleasant-sounding word. It’s sort of, well, perfectly suited for the job. Truthfully, I’d prefer “all-embracing” but that’s not so understandable and the editor might not like it.

brick-wall-original brick (4)We’re born to be original, but that’s difficult from the day we arrive. Original is what we pop out intending to be. “I’ll be the one and only me!” We are ready to dance, sing, laugh, and embrace life! It’s gonna be grand this time around! We’ll live up to our intentions. Be what we came to be. Do what we came to do. Learn what we came to learn. Help the world with all our talents and abilities. Venture out into fresh, unformed territory with daring new ways of being and then invite others to join us. Wow!

And then that happens. Rules. Regulations. Appropriateness. Suitability. Other people’s opinions. That which is tolerated, and that which is not.

Come on, people! I’m not purposefully setting out to rattle your cages. But, hey, you are in cages. You’ve taken in everyone else’s beliefs, opinions, and insistifications, and are using their demands to build your own cage. (I made up “insistifications” because it says what I want to say and at least in this one sentence, I’m going to be original!)

You built the cage, so it’s your job to dismantle it. But those limitations aren’t iron bars like you imagine. They’re just lots of little sticks bundled together. With one original action at a time, you can disassemble them.

Did you ever play that game “Pick-Up-Sticks”? Where you dump out a bundle of colorful sticks onto the floor and then carefully pick up one at a time off the pile, trying to not move any of the other sticks? That’s one hard game to play. When you move one stick, the other sticks lose their balance and move too. That’s what happens when you start to be original in life. You move a stick. Everything shifts around that and it dismantles your cage. People who were comfortable because you fit the norms become uncomfortable because now you don’t. Now your norm is to be original. To fit in with you, they will have to be original too. If they aren’t ready to move their cage’s sticks, they eventually move off to play an easier game with normal people. All those people who used to irritate you and hold you back with their incessant complaining and bitching dissolve from your life. Wonderful! But…

Here’s where it gets confusing. When they leave, you feel bad. Guilty. Unsure. They aren’t pleased with you anymore. You blew it, and now you’re alone.

Being alone with your magnificent originality is sometimes really close to being liberated.

men-colorful socks w suits, pexel (3)Hang in there. Because something magical is going to happen. One or two of those friends are going to see you dismantle your cage and they will say to themselves, “If she does it, maybe I can, too”. So they try it. They do something original, too, and feel empowered. Now you started something. And strangers who’ve been struggling out there all alone, trying to be authentic, notice the new game your group is playing, and they say, “Hey! If you do it, I can too.”

Now the magic really begins to flow.

You started a movement. A “Be Weird” movement, because you want to celebrate originality. You push out the boundaries, spread your wings to fly, and suddenly other people want to be joyful like you. So they ask you, “Whatsup?”

And you say, “Absolutely nothing.”

Then they ask, “How do we do that?”

And you say, “No rules. Just be yourself.”

That’s scary, because most people haven’t practiced that. So they say, “Give me some guidelines.”

And you laugh, saying, “No guidelines; just the truth. Be the one and only you! Ready to dance, sing, laugh, and embrace life! It’s gonna be grand this time around! You’ll live up to your intentions. Be what you came to be. Do what you came to do. Learn what you came to learn. Help the world with all your talents and abilities. Venture out into fresh, unformed territory with daring new ways of being and then invite others to join you.”

And then you have them write down these words to carry with them:

“Being alone with your magnificent originality is sometimes really close to being liberated.”

 Ellie Hadsall, May 9, 2018


From the author: “This story is part of my “Random Sentences; Random Stories” series. Individuals have contributed random sentences from which I write a short story. I never know what the sentence will evoke until I begin writing. The results are greatly varied and take me on adventures of insight. I hope you enjoy them!”


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Footsteps

Thank you, Jamie Clark, for this seed sentence!

“As she listened to the clickety-clack of footsteps coming up the stairs outside, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, rested her face in her palm, and sighed.”

And so the story begins …

As she listened to the clickety-clack of footsteps coming up the stairs outside, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, rested her face in her palm, and sighed.

“One more day, Serrina. You can do this. Take a deep breath and perform.”

The quiet knock encouraged her to reach for her cane, push up from the faded chair and shuffle to the door, struggling to turn the great brass knob.

“Miss Serrina! I brought you yellow roses!” A slender girl slipped in, heading for the kitchen as she clattered by in glittery, silver high-heeled shoes far too big for her little feet.  “A bee found the roses already! How do bees know where to find flowers? Sometimes I follow them just to see what they’re gonna find! I got a rose poke in my finger, though.”

Incessant chatter. But these days this bundle of energy was the only light in Serrina’s world.

“Can I put them in the flowery teapot? Pleeeze! They’ll feel at home with the pretty painted roses. There’s yellow ones on it that look ‘zactly like these!”

“I know, dear. Okay. Can you reach it?”

“Course! I’m the one who put it up there last time.” The girl carefully opened the glass door of the tall china cabinet, pulled a chair over and climbed up to reach the fourth shelf. Reaching in, she gently pulled out the delicate Dresden china teapot and handed it to Serrina. “I’m gonna leave the lid up here so we don’t lose it.”

So. Put the roses in the teapot. Set it on the broad windowsill behind the window seat in the breakfast room. Smell summertime for a few more days. Serrina promised to herself, as she always did, to live until Maribelle’s bouquet died. Fortunately for both of them, Maribelle picked fresh flowers for her often.

girl dressed up fancy“Can I take the big red hat with pink feathers today Serrina?” Maribelle gazed down at her fancy shoes, hesitating. “Maybe sometime I can take along the shoes and a hat too? Or your white feathery shawl? I’d be real careful.”

Reseated in her worn gold damask chair, Serrina considered. Why not? Why was she limiting the girl’s joy? Lord knows, this girl needed all she could get. In a life wrapped in poverty, Maribelle still managed to glean out hope and promise.

“Go upstairs and get five things to take this time. I want to see them on you when you glide down the stairs, okay? Now scoot!”

Maribelle’s fancy shoes carried her up the broad winding staircase, this time more quietly as they trod on the faded woven carpet. Considering, Serrina added, “Go to the third floor rehearsal room and get the ballet slippers in the mirrored closet. You can keep them to wear around home but promise to not wear them outside!”

“Okay!”

This would take a while. That girl would snoop. Serrina figured that by now Maribelle had been in every room on the two upstairs floors. She could hear doors quietly open and close. That was okay. The girl was curious and she never took anything. Just looked and dreamed.

Serrina understood dreaming. Her dreams had led her across the world. First to the New York City Ballet, followed by her first vaudeville shows. Then she saw Anna Pavlova dance and was transformed into yet another dream. Determinedly, she saved money to travel to Paris where ballet was a respected art. Performing as “Serrina the Sublime”, brazenly performing a self-styled ballet in the Montparnasse art district of Paris, she had created a sensation and was launched into fame. ballet-shoes-2326987__480Existence became a whirlwind of performing, interviews, meeting the public’s demands, and a chain of torrid love affairs, all while nursing constant physical pain of her legs and feet being pushed beyond their capacity. She was smart though, setting money aside and investing in copper mines. Princes and playboys wooed her with priceless jewelry which she wore only long enough to please them and then secreted away for security.

Then Phillip came into her life. Twenty years older, he had managed life around her, softened sharp edges of publicity, tolerated her mood swings, and when she finally realized his value, she found him one morning in their upstairs master suite, his heart given out. She closed up those rooms, moved into another suite down the hall, and carried on.

She had longed to retire then but pushed on for two more years. Performing was what she did. It’s who she was. But a day came when, after completing an hour of grueling torment in her upstairs rehearsal room, trying to convince herself into one more hour of practice, she glimpsed herself in the wall of mirrors. She barely recognized the woman staring back at her. She didn’t want that woman in her life anymore; she wanted herself back. Sliding down onto the wooden floor, she had gently unwrapped the gauze wrappings encasing her bleeding feet. Softly patting the feet that had won her acclaim, that had created this grand life, that had carried her across the globe, she decided this was no longer living. This was torture. She put the slippers away and exited that room, too.

She hadn’t known how lonely it would be when fame no longer came to visit. It was as if a faucet had turned off, leaving her in a desperate thirst. Invitations dried up and phone calls dwindled. She had known fame was fleeting but hadn’t realized it could disappear altogether.

Years and days passed. Corey brought her groceries when she could no longer drive. Her only companion was Tukket, the Maine Coon cat who had shown up on her windowsill one rainy day. She invited him in and considered perhaps God had sent him. They discussed the weather, he occasionally brought her a gift mouse, attacked the golden tassel on the drapery swags, and she regaled him with stories of her travels. Tukket was satisfied to live a spoiled life indoors until the day he unexpectedly scampered out the kitchen door when Corey delivered a basket of fresh peaches.  Serrina fretted for two days as loneliness seeped back into her life.

Then someone rang her doorbell.

“This your cat, Miss Serrina?” A little slip of a girl stood holding Tukket who looked immensely smug and pleased with himself.

“Oh, my! Yes! Tukket, where have you been off to?”  Tukket struggled to escape the girl’s arms and ran into the house, leaping up onto his favorite green velvet armchair.

“Thank you, my dear. And you are…?”

“Maribelle. We live over by the river. I found your cat sitting under Momma’s okra plants in the shade. I’ve seen him in your window so knew you wanted him back.”

“How sweet of you to bring Tukket home. Would you like a cookie?”

“Yes! I always like cookies. Anything sweet. Momma says ‘much as I like sweets, I’m gonna’ grow up to be a sugar bowl.”

Serrina laughed in delight, and then started in surprise. She hadn’t known she had laughter in her anymore. She didn’t want to stop.

“Come on in, then. Let’s go to the kitchen and have a cookie.” Excited with a visitor, Serrina blurted out, “Want to have some tea, too?”

“I’ve never had tea. Is it good?”

Serrina grinned. “I suppose it is if you add enough sugar. Ever seen a sugar cube?”

“What’s that?”

So a friendship began. One shared life experience led to another. First it was how the Mayor of Dresden bestowed the tea set upon her as an honorary resident. Then stories of having tea with a Maharaj in India. This led to them traipsing upstairs to see the pink and yellow silk sari which hung above pearl-studded satin shoes. It wasn’t long before Maribelle was trying everything on and parading around as Serrina clapped.

Over the following months, Maribelle’s visits were regular as clockwork. Much to the girl’s delight, Serrina insisted she take at least one item home at the end of each visit, knowing the girl would need to return it and she would get to see her again. Maribelle’s mother came over occasionally to chat and for the first time in months, Serrina felt as a real hostess again. From Maribelle’s stories, she knew the family struggled, so she always insisted she had extra plums, or cake, or ham that she couldn’t eat fast enough and would they please take some home.

The day came when Serrina couldn’t force her shaky legs up the sweeping stairway anymore, so Corey and Mirabelle’s brother Reece carried her bed down to the smoking-room on the first floor. That is the last time Serrina went upstairs. Now, it was up to Maribelle to fetch what she needed, laugh at her stories, bring vitality into her home, and to care. Most of all, to care.

Maribelle pranced downstairs carrying the hem of a long lavender gown, with a gold velvet cloche hat, black patent strap heels, and draped in a white feather boa.

“Dahling Serrina. Would you be a dear and order the car around? I can’t be late to the ball again or the Prince will marry another, and I shall be ruined!”

“Forget the Prince. Marry a lumberjack and let him build you a treehouse.”

“But whatever shall I wear in a treehouse?”

“Maybe nothing at all if he builds it deep in the woods.”

Laughing, they collapsed onto the sofa, slowly chuckling down into matched sighs.

“Go ahead and wear these clothes home, Mirabelle. They aren’t doing any good stuck in a closet. Take them out into the world and give them life again.”

“Miss Serrina! I love you!” The little girl threw her arms around Serrina, kissing her soundly on the soft parchment of her cheek. “Tomorrow I’ll bring them back. And I’ll bring you blue Larkspur this time. You can stick it in with the roses!”

As Serrina listened to the clickety-clack of footsteps going down the stairs outside, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, rested her face in her palm, and sighed. Life was nearing its end, but it was still good.

Phillip visited her that night. Not quite the Phillip she remembered, but an eager, younger version. Begging her to come with him, he held out his hand. Serrina considered. Oh, how she longed to join him and to leave her weary body behind. But Mirabelle would be coming tomorrow with Larkspur and she mustn’t disappoint. Phillip listened to her calmly, as he always had, and then assured her Mirabelle would understand. So Serrina the Sublime, the prima donna of ballet, thanked her dancing feet, her newfound friend, and reached for Phillip’s hand.

When Mirabelle’s eager feet clattered up the stone stairs the next afternoon, no one was home to take the flowers from her little hands. Four days later, Momma pushed her way to the front of the hordes of visitors to hold Mirabelle up so she could lay a fresh handful of Larkspur on top of the gleaming mahogany casket.

The next day a man knocked at their door, carrying Tukket and a briefcase. After a brief discussion on the porch, Momma invited him in to sit at the kitchen table.

“Do you want Tukket, Mirabelle?” Mama asked. “He can live with us now.”

Mirabelle picked up the cat and burrowed her face in Tukket’s fur. It smelled like Miss Serrina’s house. She carried him to the window where they could both look out at the birds chirping in the azalea bushes. Then she heard Momma exclaim, “My Lord, my Lord! Oh, the blessing! For Mirabelle? Everything? All of it? Oh, my Lord, my Lord!”

She didn’t know why Momma was so excited. Maybe the man had brought them Tukket’s china food dish and favorite green chair. Maribelle held Tukket close as they watched a bird fly up into the pale blue sky. She was sure it was soaring up to let Miss Serrina know that Tukket was okay. Miss Serrina would want to know.

 – Ellie Hadsall, May 9, 2018


From the author: “This story is part of my “Random Sentences; Random Stories” series. Individuals have contributed random sentences from which I write a short story. I never know what the sentence will evoke until I begin writing. The results are greatly varied and take me on adventures of insight. I hope you enjoy them!”


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Review: … “This is the BEST non-fiction book I have read in years. I could not put it down! The story is super engaging, Eleni, the main character, is so wise and inspiring. The story of a community based on deep respect, for the earth, for nature, and for each other, gives me hope in these times of corruption, chaos and extreme unrest…” more reviews


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I Foremost Believe in Myself

Thank you, Dennis Giersch, for this seed sentence:

I am, as I foremost believe in myself!

And so the story begins…

A man stepped forward from the crowd and approached. Someone you wouldn’t notice particularly until you saw his eyes. They shone with a known truth, a mystery solved, a clarity resolved, an insight illuminated. What was I to do but to acknowledge his presence?

“What can I do for you? Who are you?” I asked.

And he replied, “I am, as I foremost believe in myself!

“I am. Isn’t that a miracle? I am…me. Not you, them, society, rules, a puppet, a follower, an actor trying hard to remember memorized lines in the role of being human.

“I am. The precise reason I was born is to be me. Everything came together to create me. My personality, hair, color of eyes, likes and dislikes, failures and successes, favorites and fears, my interests and the stuff that bores me senseless – all of these are who I am.

“The challenge of life has been to figure out who this ‘I’ is.

Doors, Be Yourself“When someone asks me to ‘be more like other people’, a warning bell goes off in my head. What’s that mean? Who are these other people that I should be like? Is it the perfectionist who lives in fear of being misunderstood? A relative who complains about everything? The man who eats junk food and drinks a six-pack a day and then gripes about his doctor because his doctor gripes about him? A sports star who turns her back on a normal life to work out sixteen hours a day? The man who doesn’t hold down a regular job but somehow finds the time and means to travel the world? A child born into abject poverty who successfully survives until disease or drugs destroy her body? Someone who is born, lives, and dies an uneventful life yet whose last thoughts are ‘this was a life well lived’?

I am, bird in sunrays“I come to tell you a secret. Each of these – these independent souls who forge their own path – each seeks their own I am. They believe in the right to live life their own way regardless of whether it is judged right or wrong in the eyes of the world. So, when someone says to me ‘be more like other people’, what they are really saying to me is ‘be more like you’.

“I realize that few of those who speak those words to me will agree with my interpretation. But that’s okay. I am, so I interpret it as I choose. I am, as I foremost believe in myself.”

“One more thing,” he added, “Such a thought necessarily leads to this: You are, as you foremost believe in yourself.”

And then I replied, “I’ll go have fun with that.”

 – Ellie Hadsall, April 23, 2018


From the author: “This story is part of my “Random Sentences; Random Stories” series. Individuals have contributed random sentences from which I write a short story. I never know what the sentence will evoke until I begin writing. The results are greatly varied and take me on adventures of insight. I hope you enjoy them!”


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Freeing a Tethered Soul

Thanks, Stacey Patalita, for this seed sentence!

“Some days I feel good in my skin and other days my soul feels tethered.”

 And so the story begins…

Some days I feel good in my skin and other days my soul feels tethered. I’d like to think that my bio-suit’s skin is tailored just for me. My perfect texture. Temperature. Elasticity. Holding me all together. Overall, most days it does its job fine.

Then there’s other days when my soul wants –needs– to fly. On those days, my skin is a prison. It chafes, strangles and hides my heart. Oh, believe me, I’ve talked with the Designer of Universes about this very subject. She just laughs at me and says, “But, dear, you begged for this bio-suit!”

“Really? What was I thinking?”

She simply hugs me and tells me I’m doing fine and to do more yoga.

woman with wings, angel“But why don’t we at least have wings? We could have these bodies and beautiful feathery wings, too!”

“You’d keep flying off, escaping your troubles, fleeing from the insights and messages those troubles are designed to give you. Something has to tether you down so you will sit still long enough to get the messages.”

I assure her that her system isn’t working very well for me.

She shakes her head and chuckles. “You created the master plan yourself, you know, so don’t blame me. You have soul-freedom. You can create and then have the fun of enjoying your creation.”

“Some of my creations don’t work out so well.”

“There, you see? Those are the lesson-gifts you ordered for yourself.“

I tell her I need a better catalogue to order from and she dances around my thoughts like a Will-o-Wisp, singing songs of courage. Some help she is. This doesn’t soften my skin on bad days.

Oh, my skin feels good enough on a sunny day of seventy-two degrees, light breeze from the south, with a robin singing outside my window, perched on a pear tree branch sporting fragrant white blossoms, while my lover holds my hand as we dangle our feet on the side of the bed, reminiscing nostalgically about our first week together. On those days, my skin is as velvet, holding my life’s promise together in graceful form.

But. On. The. Day. That. My lover escapes my grasp to venture off on a new path, leaving me standing at the door, watching his skin-encased presence dissolve into the distance, I suspect he may have found a secret to life that eludes me. On such days my skin grows taut. Pale. Dry. It no longer embraces my soul’s essence but holds it prisoner, tied down to this physical existence.

woman-happiness-sunrise-silhouette-40192Those are days I yearn to take flight. Just for a little while. To remember how it feels to be liberated. Not to flee, but to dart through life tasting, sampling, and venturing onward without being leashed to the emotions that grab and hold me earthbound.

And so I tell the Designer of the Universes, once more, that some days I feel good in my skin and other days my soul feels tethered.

She holds me close and murmurs in my ear. “You care. You seek. You love. Share these gifts with others to loosen their tethers. In doing so, you loosen your own. Then when you least expect it, a moment will come when you leap into the sky to catch a ray of light, and you will soar.”

 – Ellie Hadsall, April 23, 2018


From the author: “This story is part of my “Random Sentences; Random Stories” series. Individuals have contributed random sentences from which I write a short story. I never know what the sentence will evoke until I begin writing. The results are greatly varied and take me on adventures of insight. I hope you enjoy them!”


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Review: … “This is the BEST non-fiction book I have read in years. I could not put it down! The story is super engaging, Eleni, the main character, is so wise and inspiring. The story of a community based on deep respect, for the earth, for nature, and for each other, gives me hope in these times of corruption, chaos and extreme unrest…” more reviews


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Sivakami Fulfills a Life

Thanks, Margaret L Evans Sivakami, for this seed sentence!

“Śivakāmi is mesmerized by the continuous raindrops falling steadily from the sky like a screensaver.”

 And so the story begins…

Sivakami dances through life. Born as Barbara Ann Morgan, a common enough name, early on she determined herself to be not that common at all. But something much more. Deep inside, she knew that everybody was much more. So she set out to find a name worthy of her possibilities and potential.

Moon Goddess. She tried that for a while, but it sounded more like a title than a name, so she cast it aside.

Corn Maiden. That was better but sounded like something pure and untouchable, and she intended her life to be zestful and full of juice. So she cast that one aside, too.

Freya. As the goddess of fertility and beauty, this name held promise but hinted at a bit too much of a party girl.

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Shiva, male diety representing three aspects of existence: Creation, Sustaining, and Dissolution.

Then she saw Shiva dance. Well, not really. Just the graceful sculpture of a beautiful, lithe woman encircled by a ring of fire, and then was surprised to learn Shiva was not a woman at all, but a powerful male deity. And his beloved was Sivakami. And so she picked up the mantle of Sivakami and took it upon herself to bring that power into her life.  Shiva, the cosmic ecstatic dancer, twirled across the universe, depositing his three gifts of creation, preservation, and destruction. She now dances alongside him, planting her seeds, nurturing them, and allowing for the harvest and dissolution of her creations when life has fulfilled her purpose.

Life tapestry, weave with love

Sivakami designs, maintains, and releases her life.

Sivakami has created herself. She observes, decides who to be and then creates that woman. That which she creates, she cares for diligently and lovingly, giving it the best that she can and forgiving herself when she isn’t perfect. She encourages those around her to likewise create and flourish, and so life expands outward from her in glorious ripples.

She knows that one day, her lover Shiva will come to destroy what she has wrought. With divine love, he will disassemble all her creations, because on that day she will no longer need them. Her work will be done. Her harvest will be plucked from her vine and the vine will wither and die, leaving behind small fruits that are planted into other people’s lives. And they, too can be Sivakami if that is their chosen fate. Or Moon Goddess, Corn Maiden, or Freya. Or any one of the infinite number of possibilities. Liberation invites each to find her own creation.

Sivakami arises from her computer where she has been writing and moves to stand at the window. It’s springtime and the clouds above have filled with love and it is spilling over to fill the sky.

Śivakāmi is mesmerized by the continuous raindrops falling steadily from the sky like a screensaver….

– Ellie Hadsall, April 12, 2018

From the author: “This story is part of my “Random Sentences; Random Stories” series. Individuals have contributed random sentences from which I write a short story. I never know what the sentence will evoke until I begin writing. The results are greatly varied and take me on adventures of insight. I hope you enjoy them!”


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Review: … “This is the BEST non-fiction book I have read in years. I could not put it down! The story is super engaging, Eleni, the main character, is so wise and inspiring. The story of a community based on deep respect, for the earth, for nature, and for each other, gives me hope in these times of corruption, chaos and extreme unrest…” more reviews


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