Sunday, December 30, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
What's new?
First, a fantasy of mine is finally coming true! For years now, I have wanted to play the part of Magenta in The Rocky Horror Show. Even more, my husband & I have wanted to do this show "in concert" in the local bars as a performance art band. It is finally happening! Hooray!
http://www.rockyhorrorinconcert.com/ and http://www.myspace.com/therockyhorrorshow2007
AND, I am finally losing weight! I can't really say just how much weight because I don't own a scale (my oldest took it with her when she moved out), but I am losing INCHES! After just 2 weeks, even my "oh-my-gosh-these-pants-are-so-tights-I-can't-breathe" jeans keep falling down. Hooray! How? Isagenix. Lovin' it! I've been so happy with my results, that I've signed on as a distributor. http://leisl.isagenix.com/
http://www.rockyhorrorinconcert.com/ and http://www.myspace.com/therockyhorrorshow2007
AND, I am finally losing weight! I can't really say just how much weight because I don't own a scale (my oldest took it with her when she moved out), but I am losing INCHES! After just 2 weeks, even my "oh-my-gosh-these-pants-are-so-tights-I-can't-breathe" jeans keep falling down. Hooray! How? Isagenix. Lovin' it! I've been so happy with my results, that I've signed on as a distributor. http://leisl.isagenix.com/
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
The Stone Wall
The Stone Wall
Imagine your life as a path, a dirt road winding up a hill. You have to walk this road everyday to reach your destination. All around you the landscape is lush and green and fertile and teaming with life.
As you walk along the path enjoying the view of the lush green valley below, you trip over a large rock and land flat on your back. The breath has been knocked right of you. As you lay there, looking up at the clouds floating overhead, you consider your options. You stand up, brush yourself off, then move the rock to the side of the road and continue on your way.
The next day as you walk along the path, you notice that the hillside looks a little unstable. The wind and rain have left the land above the road eroded and it is in danger of coming down and destroying the road and everything on and around it. You are so busy looking at the danger of the hillside that you don't notice the loose gravel on the path and you slip and fall, knocking your head on a rock. A little dazed and not just a tad embarrassed, you look around to see if there is anybody else around who might have seen. Nobody is. So, you pick up the rock and move it to the side of the road next to the one from yesterday and begin to resume your journey. Then you stop and look back at the gravel. You think that maybe you should do something about it. You don't want anybody else slipping and getting hurt. So, you gather up the gravel and you put it on top of the rocks on the side of the road and you continue on your way.
The next day brings rain and wind. The road is muddy, but you know you must walk the path to reach your destination. You don your raincoat and galoshes, grab your umbrella and head on down the road. Sure enough, the path is a soggy, muddy mess. The rain has washed many rocks down the hillside and left them scattered across your path. You are tired and wet and cold, but you know you must clear the path in order to pass through. So you begin to move the rocks to the side of the road, one at a time. It takes all afternoon, but as you place the last rock on the pile the sun breaks through the clouds, leaving the landscape bathed in rays of sparkling light. You wipe your hands on your pants, smile, and continue on your way.
The next day you walk the path, breathing in deeply and filling your lungs with the fresh, rain-cleaned air. You are thinking about how beautiful everything looks after the rain. Suddenly, you notice a large boulder that has rolled down the hill and is now blocking the road so you cannot pass. You try pushing the boulder out of the way, but it will not move. You try climbing over the top of it, but it is too big. You try to walk around it, but there is no room. Just when you are about to completely give up hope and turn back or leave the road altogether and head down the hill to the farm in the valley below, you notice another traveller walking along your path. As he approaches, you call out to him for assistance. He agrees to help you, and together – with the aid of a large branch used for leverage - you push the boulder to the side of the road. You shake hands with your fellow traveller and thank him for his assistance, then continue on your way.
Each day you walk this path. Each day you are faced with new rocks and new boulders and new obstacles. And each day you move them to the side of the road. Then, one day, as you are walking along the path, you notice a beautiful rock wall that you have never noticed before. Each rock has been placed by hand and secured with gravel. At the center of this wall is a large boulder, propped against the hillside, holding back the erosive danger making the path safe for all who walk it. You smile, and continue on your way.
Alternate Story:
Imagine your life as a path, a dirt road winding up a hill. You have to walk this road everyday to reach your destination. All around you the landscape is lush and green and fertile and teaming with life.
As you walk along the path enjoying the view of the lush green valley below, you trip over a large rock and land flat your back. The breath has been knocked right of you. As you lay there, looking up at the clouds floating overhead, you consider your options. You stand up, brush yourself off, step over the rock and continue on your way.
The next day as you walk along the path, you notice that the hillside looks a little unstable. The wind and rain have left the land above the road eroded and it is in danger of coming down and destroying the road and everything on and around it. You are so busy looking at the danger of the hillside that you don't notice the loose gravel on the path and you slip and fall, knocking your head on a rock. A little dazed and not just a tad embarrassed, you look around to see if there is anybody else around who might have seen. Nobody is. You consider yourself very lucky that nobody saw you fall, but still you berate yourself for not paying better attention to what you were doing and make a half-hearted promise to yourself to do better next time. You carefully pick your way over the gravel and around the rocks and continue on your way.
The next day brings rain and wind. As you stand in your doorway looking out at the storm, you tell yourself that it would be smarter of you to just stay home in front the nice, warm fire where you will be dry and safe. You shut the door against the storm, fix a hot cup of tea, and settle in for the night.
The next day you walk the path, being very careful not to step in any of the mud puddles left by the rain. Suddenly, you notice a large boulder that has rolled down the hill and is now blocking the road so you cannot pass. You try pushing the boulder out of the way, but it will not move. You try climbing over the top of it, but it is too big. You try to walk around it, but there is no room. Just as you give up hope and turn around to leave, you notice another traveller walking along your path. You meet him halfway and inform him that there is a giant boulder blocking the path and that he will have to turn around and find another route because there is no getting around it. You continue on your way back from whence you came.
For the next several weeks you begin walking down the path only to find that nobody has come along to remove the boulder from the path. Not only that, but a giant mudslide has caused all the rocks and stones to bond together and this has created a giant rock wall firmly blocking the path from any who would pass. Finally, the day comes when you no longer venture out of your home. You may, on occasion, walk out into your yard to look up the path only to see that the wall is still there – and you return inside to watch a Nature program on television, or read a book about another man's adventure out in the world, and fall asleep without dreaming.
Another Alternate Story:
Imagine your life as a path, a dirt road winding up a hill. You have to walk this road everyday to reach your destination. All around you the landscape is lush and green and fertile and teaming with life.
As you walk along the path enjoying the view of the lush green valley below, you trip over a large rock and land flat your back. The breath has been knocked right of you. As you lay there, looking up at the clouds floating overhead, you consider your options. You stand up, brush yourself off, kick the rock with your foot, break your toe, swear loudly and scream to all who hear that the road is dangerous, that only a fool would walk it, and that you will never walk this path again. And you don't. You just sit there, day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year. And the rains come and the winds blow and the hillside above succombs to the elements and a landslide roars down and buries everything in its destructive path – the road, the trees, the flowers, and you.
The End
Imagine your life as a path, a dirt road winding up a hill. You have to walk this road everyday to reach your destination. All around you the landscape is lush and green and fertile and teaming with life.
As you walk along the path enjoying the view of the lush green valley below, you trip over a large rock and land flat on your back. The breath has been knocked right of you. As you lay there, looking up at the clouds floating overhead, you consider your options. You stand up, brush yourself off, then move the rock to the side of the road and continue on your way.
The next day as you walk along the path, you notice that the hillside looks a little unstable. The wind and rain have left the land above the road eroded and it is in danger of coming down and destroying the road and everything on and around it. You are so busy looking at the danger of the hillside that you don't notice the loose gravel on the path and you slip and fall, knocking your head on a rock. A little dazed and not just a tad embarrassed, you look around to see if there is anybody else around who might have seen. Nobody is. So, you pick up the rock and move it to the side of the road next to the one from yesterday and begin to resume your journey. Then you stop and look back at the gravel. You think that maybe you should do something about it. You don't want anybody else slipping and getting hurt. So, you gather up the gravel and you put it on top of the rocks on the side of the road and you continue on your way.
The next day brings rain and wind. The road is muddy, but you know you must walk the path to reach your destination. You don your raincoat and galoshes, grab your umbrella and head on down the road. Sure enough, the path is a soggy, muddy mess. The rain has washed many rocks down the hillside and left them scattered across your path. You are tired and wet and cold, but you know you must clear the path in order to pass through. So you begin to move the rocks to the side of the road, one at a time. It takes all afternoon, but as you place the last rock on the pile the sun breaks through the clouds, leaving the landscape bathed in rays of sparkling light. You wipe your hands on your pants, smile, and continue on your way.
The next day you walk the path, breathing in deeply and filling your lungs with the fresh, rain-cleaned air. You are thinking about how beautiful everything looks after the rain. Suddenly, you notice a large boulder that has rolled down the hill and is now blocking the road so you cannot pass. You try pushing the boulder out of the way, but it will not move. You try climbing over the top of it, but it is too big. You try to walk around it, but there is no room. Just when you are about to completely give up hope and turn back or leave the road altogether and head down the hill to the farm in the valley below, you notice another traveller walking along your path. As he approaches, you call out to him for assistance. He agrees to help you, and together – with the aid of a large branch used for leverage - you push the boulder to the side of the road. You shake hands with your fellow traveller and thank him for his assistance, then continue on your way.
Each day you walk this path. Each day you are faced with new rocks and new boulders and new obstacles. And each day you move them to the side of the road. Then, one day, as you are walking along the path, you notice a beautiful rock wall that you have never noticed before. Each rock has been placed by hand and secured with gravel. At the center of this wall is a large boulder, propped against the hillside, holding back the erosive danger making the path safe for all who walk it. You smile, and continue on your way.
Alternate Story:
Imagine your life as a path, a dirt road winding up a hill. You have to walk this road everyday to reach your destination. All around you the landscape is lush and green and fertile and teaming with life.
As you walk along the path enjoying the view of the lush green valley below, you trip over a large rock and land flat your back. The breath has been knocked right of you. As you lay there, looking up at the clouds floating overhead, you consider your options. You stand up, brush yourself off, step over the rock and continue on your way.
The next day as you walk along the path, you notice that the hillside looks a little unstable. The wind and rain have left the land above the road eroded and it is in danger of coming down and destroying the road and everything on and around it. You are so busy looking at the danger of the hillside that you don't notice the loose gravel on the path and you slip and fall, knocking your head on a rock. A little dazed and not just a tad embarrassed, you look around to see if there is anybody else around who might have seen. Nobody is. You consider yourself very lucky that nobody saw you fall, but still you berate yourself for not paying better attention to what you were doing and make a half-hearted promise to yourself to do better next time. You carefully pick your way over the gravel and around the rocks and continue on your way.
The next day brings rain and wind. As you stand in your doorway looking out at the storm, you tell yourself that it would be smarter of you to just stay home in front the nice, warm fire where you will be dry and safe. You shut the door against the storm, fix a hot cup of tea, and settle in for the night.
The next day you walk the path, being very careful not to step in any of the mud puddles left by the rain. Suddenly, you notice a large boulder that has rolled down the hill and is now blocking the road so you cannot pass. You try pushing the boulder out of the way, but it will not move. You try climbing over the top of it, but it is too big. You try to walk around it, but there is no room. Just as you give up hope and turn around to leave, you notice another traveller walking along your path. You meet him halfway and inform him that there is a giant boulder blocking the path and that he will have to turn around and find another route because there is no getting around it. You continue on your way back from whence you came.
For the next several weeks you begin walking down the path only to find that nobody has come along to remove the boulder from the path. Not only that, but a giant mudslide has caused all the rocks and stones to bond together and this has created a giant rock wall firmly blocking the path from any who would pass. Finally, the day comes when you no longer venture out of your home. You may, on occasion, walk out into your yard to look up the path only to see that the wall is still there – and you return inside to watch a Nature program on television, or read a book about another man's adventure out in the world, and fall asleep without dreaming.
Another Alternate Story:
Imagine your life as a path, a dirt road winding up a hill. You have to walk this road everyday to reach your destination. All around you the landscape is lush and green and fertile and teaming with life.
As you walk along the path enjoying the view of the lush green valley below, you trip over a large rock and land flat your back. The breath has been knocked right of you. As you lay there, looking up at the clouds floating overhead, you consider your options. You stand up, brush yourself off, kick the rock with your foot, break your toe, swear loudly and scream to all who hear that the road is dangerous, that only a fool would walk it, and that you will never walk this path again. And you don't. You just sit there, day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year. And the rains come and the winds blow and the hillside above succombs to the elements and a landslide roars down and buries everything in its destructive path – the road, the trees, the flowers, and you.
The End
copyright 2007 Leisl Bonell
Monday, February 05, 2007
Beginning
In our beginning there was darkness. A void. A place of nothing. And the Powers That Be looked upon the darkness and said, “It is good. For in the great expanse of Nothing lie the gifts of hope and imagination. In this darkness shall All That Is find rest and strength for that which is to come. Its name shall be called Night.” And it was so.
Then in the Night of darkness a song was heard. A song of calm and wisdom. A song of comfort. A song of patience. A song that knows the Truth of Faith in the unseen. And it was good.
Then a light flickered in the center of the darkness. A small, beautiful flicker like unto a candle’s flame. The Powers drew in their breath and the flame grew brighter, revealing itself a fire of glory, lighting the hope of the world with life, giving birth to All That Is. The Powers That Be looked upon the light and said, “It is good. For in this warm light lie beginnings of dreams that grow into reality. All That Is shall bloom and burst forth with life and renewal, giving body to that which was only imagined to be. The flowers of this Light breathe a scent of peace and wishes of enlightenment. Its name shall be called Dawn.” And it was so.
The morning birds sang for the Beauty that Is and the fish of the sea and the creatures of the land joined in the song with voices praising the Powers That Be and All That Is. Joy was manifested across the earth. And it was good.
Then the fire of Glory revealed itself the Sun of All That Is. It lightened and warmed the land and the sea with its glory-filled blaze. All That Is stood witness as dreams came to fruition and blessings multiplied tenfold. The Powers That Be looked upon the Sun and said, “It is good. For in this brightness shall all that was hidden from view be illuminated and the dreams of imaginations be fully realized. All That Is shall find neverending joy in the Sun’s manifestations. There shall be much rejoicing in the Growth of all, bringing pleasure to All That Is. It’s name shall be called Day.” And it was so.
Many blessings earlier hidden came clearly into view and were embraced by All That Is. And there was much rejoicing and celebrating and praising the Powers That Be. Gratitude and joy spread through All That Is. And it was good.
Then the flame began to grow smaller, the light to dim. All That Is grew tired and the creatures of the land and the sea and the birds of the air returned to their resting places. The energy of All That Is grew quiet. The Sun exhaled a final breath of flame upon the horizon giving promise to return to All That Is. The Powers That Be looked upon this and said, “It is good. For in this time of quiet, All That Is may rest and reflect upon the lessons and joy of Day and know gratitude. And the promise of the setting Sun shall be fulfilled, bringing to All That Is another Day filled with dreams. The light of the little flame shall not be extinguished, but shall remain a reminder of what Is and what shall Be. It’s name shall be called Dusk.” And it was so.
And darkness returned once again. But within this darkness remained a tiny light, a reminder of the Flame and what is to return again. From Night, to Dawn, to Day, to Dusk, and to Night again. On and on.
And it is good.
Then in the Night of darkness a song was heard. A song of calm and wisdom. A song of comfort. A song of patience. A song that knows the Truth of Faith in the unseen. And it was good.
Then a light flickered in the center of the darkness. A small, beautiful flicker like unto a candle’s flame. The Powers drew in their breath and the flame grew brighter, revealing itself a fire of glory, lighting the hope of the world with life, giving birth to All That Is. The Powers That Be looked upon the light and said, “It is good. For in this warm light lie beginnings of dreams that grow into reality. All That Is shall bloom and burst forth with life and renewal, giving body to that which was only imagined to be. The flowers of this Light breathe a scent of peace and wishes of enlightenment. Its name shall be called Dawn.” And it was so.
The morning birds sang for the Beauty that Is and the fish of the sea and the creatures of the land joined in the song with voices praising the Powers That Be and All That Is. Joy was manifested across the earth. And it was good.
Then the fire of Glory revealed itself the Sun of All That Is. It lightened and warmed the land and the sea with its glory-filled blaze. All That Is stood witness as dreams came to fruition and blessings multiplied tenfold. The Powers That Be looked upon the Sun and said, “It is good. For in this brightness shall all that was hidden from view be illuminated and the dreams of imaginations be fully realized. All That Is shall find neverending joy in the Sun’s manifestations. There shall be much rejoicing in the Growth of all, bringing pleasure to All That Is. It’s name shall be called Day.” And it was so.
Many blessings earlier hidden came clearly into view and were embraced by All That Is. And there was much rejoicing and celebrating and praising the Powers That Be. Gratitude and joy spread through All That Is. And it was good.
Then the flame began to grow smaller, the light to dim. All That Is grew tired and the creatures of the land and the sea and the birds of the air returned to their resting places. The energy of All That Is grew quiet. The Sun exhaled a final breath of flame upon the horizon giving promise to return to All That Is. The Powers That Be looked upon this and said, “It is good. For in this time of quiet, All That Is may rest and reflect upon the lessons and joy of Day and know gratitude. And the promise of the setting Sun shall be fulfilled, bringing to All That Is another Day filled with dreams. The light of the little flame shall not be extinguished, but shall remain a reminder of what Is and what shall Be. It’s name shall be called Dusk.” And it was so.
And darkness returned once again. But within this darkness remained a tiny light, a reminder of the Flame and what is to return again. From Night, to Dawn, to Day, to Dusk, and to Night again. On and on.
And it is good.
copyright 2007 Leisl Bonell
Monday, January 29, 2007
Vesta Sophia
My new endeavor. Yes, I'm an empath, among other things. And yes, I read oracle cards.
http://www.vestasophia.com
Give it a try!
http://www.vestasophia.com
Give it a try!
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