REAL STORIES
BY REAL PEOPLE Search
Friday, October 20, 2017

32 results for 'Cielo'

The night garden

By Cielo, published on Mar 24, 2012

Does it happen to you sometimes? I mean, sleep would not come easily, and you turn and turn in your bed—your mind full of ideas and projects you want to see accomplished; all the while knowing that outside stars are twinkling and a cresting silvery moon is smiling down at the garden…

Then all of a sudden you feel all alive inside you; a surge of enthusiasm rushing through your veins and you get up consciously knowing exactly where you’re headed to…

Ah yes, the quiet garden waits bathed in moon dust. Guided by the light of the solar-powered footpath lamps I walk by the sleeping... (more)

Tags: garden, flowers, iris, night garden, night bloomers

The snow and I

By Cielo, published on Mar 1, 2012

It’s been snowing all day long today. I’m inside a snow globe, and trees and shrubs across my office window are swathed in a magical shawl… tiny crystals on it shine and twinkle as if whispering some sorts of intermittent words; like a code that one most decipher, and it pulls you to it, and to the white bitterness outside.

We’re one—the snow and I. Both predestine to transpire and expire; attach to the core of earth and heaven; life and death. Dancing in the hands of the Spirit who scatters the snows and which mouth blows the winds; inexplicably made to his fancy—both the snow and I;... (more)

Tags: death, god, life, soul, snow, man

The tale of the lost earring

By Cielo, published on Feb 28, 2012

I love junk jewelry and love wearing my earrings and necklaces wherever I go. Particularly lovely to me are jewelry that resembles shiny stars hanging from my ears and itty bitty flowers around my neck. They give me some sorts of a mystical status. At least, that’s the way I feel when I wear my magical earrings.

Of course, as you would imagine, these earrings are not really magical, but I just like to call them that because that’s how they make me feel inside every time I wear them—a sparkle of magic swirling all inside and around me!

The other day, as I was putting on my favorite... (more)

Tags: magic, faith, hope, believing, earring

Self-Liberation through faith and hope

By Cielo, published on Feb 24, 2012

IN THE WINGS OF HOPE

Suspended about all things

Turning spinning whirling

In wings of angels in clouds so white imagination ignite

The breadth of view; words beyond describe,

Glimmering stars in hair strung

Moon dust in eyelashes glimmer

Ghost moon

Shimmering imp

In reverie warp, to find liberation from limits

Rising above blunder

From the River of Existential Despair

(Hanging from my fingernails)

Tackling Pluto,

Striding the edge of Ceres

From Despair to Hope

In distant galaxies... (more)

Tags: peace, faith, liberation

The secrets of winter

By Cielo, published on Feb 22, 2012

Rain… rain is soothing; rainy days are a restful stop for the soul. And thus, it has been raining here all day today, and the early morning is wrapped in a gray mist that seems to be traveling the garden’s floor in some type of mystical waves; like sleepy phantoms.

And yesterday, in the garden, the air snapped with anticipation as magic evolved in the form of gentle flakes of snow. Like an unexpected apparition—snow; out of the bosom of the air it came, silent, and soft, and slow. Big fluffy flakes danced and meandered about the garden in the form of tiny delicate clouds; like... (more)

Tags: birds, winter, magic, snow, garden, northern flicker, snowing

In the wings of hope

By Cielo, published on Feb 8, 2012

IN THE WINGS OF HOPE

Suspended about all things

Turning spinning whirling

In wings of angels in clouds so white imagination ignite

The breadth of view; words beyond describe,

Glimmering stars in hair strung

Moon dust in eyelashes glimmer

Ghost moon

Shimmering imp

In reverie warp, to find liberation from limits

Rising above blunder

From the River of Existential Despair

(Hanging from my fingernails)

Tackling Pluto,

Striding the edge of Ceres

From Despair to Hope

In distant galaxies... (more)

Tags: god, peace, happiness, hope, believe, existencialism

A friend

By Cielo, published on Feb 3, 2012

I was acting a bit irritable the other day. Negative ions floated all around me as I kept complaining—the weather, the short days and long nights; 8:00am and still dark; the lack of sunshine and energy, the heart monitor I’ve been wearing for almost a month now because; really, my heart is been acting so crazy lately it’s a miracle I’m still standing. Pretty scary.

So, I decided I should shut off my mind to negativity—shoo pessimistic thoughts like you would shoo some pest birds off your precious garden. But how? How can one accomplish such a thing? Shutting off negative thoughts... (more)

Tags: christ, faith, garden, hope, friend, contentment

Patterns

By Cielo, published on Jan 28, 2012

Few things are more magical and exciting to me than sleeping in the garden under a starry sky. But when that is not doable, sleeping in a delightful hodgepodge of sheets and pillows in as many flowery patterns as possible is my very next favorite thing!

I don’t mind at all that every pillow shows a different pattern, or that neither sheets nor pillows match with each other. I don’t mind the mismatched combination of colors either, if they’re all pastels. I like different shades of pale pink together. There are so many shades of pink, and they all look beautiful together, to me.

... (more)

Tags: garden, flowers, magical garden, sheets, meadows, imagining

The hour before dawn

By Cielo, published on Jan 11, 2012

I see the moon from my office window—every morning I see it; sheltered by the tower of the old English Gothic style cathedral across my office. I see it first thing when I come in and when I sit down at my desk and turn my head towards the gloominess outside. I see it spreading out shadows—scurried ghosts of the early morning, as it shines down faintly illuminating the earth.

I see the moon silently watching me from where she stands; mysterious and enchanting, and sometimes I’m sure I can also hear it whispering secrets—perhaps the whispers lovers everywhere hear?—furtive... (more)

Tags:

Post-Christmas loneliness

By Cielo, published on Dec 30, 2011

Seasons interwoven; the end of one, the beginning of another… and I am feeling a deep desire to be like numinous leaves, blown to that Primitive Garden—a place outside this place. The land of all beginnings.

As I walk the lonesome garden, its landscape becomes my soul; its wintry topography the country of my heart; bared and longing for the bountifulness of seeds and blooms. I am memorizing and treasuring precious memories; of gatherings at the old homestead these past few weeks; treasuring within my heart this yearning—this mystical longing as I see my children and the children of my... (more)

Tags: christmas, family, loneliness, seasons, garde, gathering

« previous 1 2 3 4 next »


x