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A Dragonfly Nymph Tale

April 28th, 2014

A Dragonfly Nymph Tale

Nui’s existence, since he hatched from an egg, had been uneventful until now. Outside from the occasional molting, living alongside the other dragonfly and damselfly nymphs simply consisted of exploring the pond they lived in and tempering their hunger with tasty treats. However, the systematic predictability of daily pond life had changed.

Without apparent reason, the nymphs of Nui’s pond began to disappear. Sure, life in the pond was sometimes dangerous, dodging the gaping mouths of small fish and attacking birds, but the recent rash of disappearances suggested there was a new, more dreadful predator.

New missing-nymph reports circulated. “I just saw Puru this morning and now he’s gone!” exclaimed Tooya “Gone, lost forever, like all the others!” Panic rippled through the pond as whispers of these numerous missing nymphs spread.

Saddened, Nui floated to the top of the pond and looked beyond its glassy ceiling. On the opposite side, shapes blurred by the cloudy transparency of the surface, darted about quickly and he shuddered with fear. One of the moving creatures spotted him, stopped in mid-air and hovered above his upturned face. The creature was hideous! It had bulbous black eyes and protrusions of long transparent paneling out of its back that moved up and down faster than his nymph eyes could follow. At the end of its grotesquely long and narrow torso was a rump that curled downward like a targeting weapon. Suddenly, it darted closer to the surface of the pond and stared upon him, only inches from his face. Nui screamed and dove back to the safety of the pond’s murky bottom.

“Those must be the monsters that are making the nymphs disappear!” The horror was almost too much for poor Nui to bear so he spent much of that night awake, wondering how the pond and all its nymphs, were going to survive this deadly invasion.

The next day Nui was so tired he could barely think and see. He felt hallow and began aimlessly meandering through the pond for sustenance. Eyes bloodshot and half-closed, Nui bumped into the base of a water reed and hung on to stabilize himself. Instinctively, he crawled up its trunk towards the pond’s surface. In the far off distance, he heard the voices of the other nymphs shouting caution at him but he felt so tired he couldn’t respond.

Without thought, he breached the surface of the pond and rested on a leaf that protruded from the body of the reed. A distant part of him felt the presence of the flying monsters positioning above before he passed out.

Nui loved his new wings. Free from the dense water, he could now dart and zig and zag through the air like a ricocheting star. He had never felt more content. It was as if the deepest part of him had finally been nourished. Evolving into a dragonfly also broadened his perspective and donned upon him knowledge that dispelled the many fears he possessed as a nymph.

He looked down upon the water and saw the round face of a dragonfly nymph staring up at him from beneath the surface. He flew down closer and looked at it, vaguely recollecting the fear he now saw on the little nymph’s face. Shuddering with distress it retreated to the bottom of the very small pond. He shrugged with compassion then flew off into the very big sky.

Optimistically yours,

Shaboo


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Dream Map

April 21st, 2014

Dream Map

“That’s it then!” Himmel shouted. He stormed through his front door into his home, ripped off his work apron and trampled it as he marched, elbows up, towards his secretary desk. “No more working for Tumi’s Bakery, no more being shouted at by Tumi!” Himmel grumbled as he threw open the desk drawer and picked up a rolled piece of parchment. He scampered his gerbil self to a window and unrolled it under the illuminating daylight. What Himmel stared at was a map, given to him by a happy traveler in exchange for a few biscuits. On it were several crudely drawn markers. At the uppermost portion was a large red X. Himmel gently touched the X with his furry gerbil finger. “I’m going to venture for my own dream!” he smiled wide-eyed.

He spent the rest of the evening carefully studying the map for what was surely to be a life-altering endeavor.

The following morning he walked into town with his map to begin his dream hunt. He smelled the fresh bread wafting from Tumi’s Bakery and he bit his furry lip with doubt. “What if I don’t find my dream?” asked Himmel of himself. “And I can’t get my job back at Tumi’s?” he worried on. He chewed on these concerns for another minute before his eyes lit up with recollection. “Wait a minute! I recognize this feeling from somewhere!” and he referenced the map. At the bottom half was drawn a small marker labeled DOUBT. He swallowed hard and pointed at it with surprise. “I’ve begun my journey!”

Shortly thereafter he came across Whithers and Stump walking into town. They cordially greeted each other, as all good critters did. “Hallo Himmel! Where are you off to?” Whithers inquired casually.
“To find my dream.”
“Well now! That there is a fancy errand!” observed Stump. “Everyone knows chasin’ a dream is not practical.”
Himmel’s eyes widened with surprise. He hurriedly removed the map from his coat pocket, opened it and knowingly tapped it with his finger. There in the middle of the map was a marker labeled NAYSAYERS. He nodded his head at Whithers and Stump with recognition. “Thanks boys! You helped me figure out where I’m at on my path to my dream!” and he skipped off.

Hours later he felt lost. He didn’t know where he was going. He was tired and hungry and thought about returning to town for tea and some of Tumi’s freshly baked biscuits. As he exhaled with exhaustion at the top of a small dirt mound, his eyes suddenly widened with surprised recognition. He excitedly removed the map from his pocket again and opened it. There at the upper part of it was a drawn marker labeled PEAKS OF COURAGE. He licked his dry lips and continued on.

Determination renewed, he wandered another fifteen minutes before he came across Jethea walking towards him from the opposite direction. “Hallo Himmel! Where are you off to?” Judging Jethea as a naysayer he defensively stated that he was finding his dream. Jethea examined his determined eyes and tilted her head. “Well, that’s a shame because I am returning from the next town with a business proposition for you.” Himmel raised his furry little eyebrows.

“Turns out Cherryville needs a bakery and I was thinking about starting one there—I’m thinking of calling it Dream Cakes. I may have business sensibility but I need someone who knows how to operate it.” “Aww thanks Jethea but I am looking for my own dream, away from the disenchantment of Tumi’s Bakery.” Jethea blinked twice then smiled. “I wasn’t hoping to hire you, Himmel. I’m looking for an equal partner with equal determination, who will receive equal respect.”

“Respected partner!” Himmel exclaimed with wide eyes and perked ears. He moved towards Jethea and unrolled the map before her. He drew her attention to the large red X with his plump furry finger and gave her a toothy grin. “Look here! Despite self-doubt and naysayers, and with a vow of courage, it appears that I have found my dream!”

Encouragingly yours,

Shaboo

Shaboo Prints designs greeting cards and gifts to spotlight your self worth and support the value of your individuality.
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A Mountain of Cake - A Birthday Tale

April 14th, 2014

A Mountain of Cake - A Birthday Tale

Charlene waited patiently in line to pay for her cart full of this week’s groceries. She was looking forward to cooking the jumbo prawns for her own birthday meal—she was turning sixty-seven today. The number sounded so foreign and felt inappropriate. She tried to push away the resentment she felt, realizing she was responding to the number in the negative light society had illuminated it, which she worked hard to dispel. She looked around at the colorful demographics in the store and wondered how others felt wearing their age. “Does anyone ever really feel that their age truthfully represents them?” she asked herself as she examined the forty-something cashier, the twenty-something bagger and the thirty-something mother waiting behind her.

She looked down at the racks around her supporting bins of impulse purchase items and stacks of magazines donning faces of young high-profile individuals she did not recognize. The generation gap between her and the market for which they were targeted was palpable and she shrugged. She shifted her view to the glamor magazines proudly displaying trendy concepts of Photoshopped beauty and watched the faces of the other people gazing upon their slick covers with mixed emotions of awe and envy.

She defiantly threw a gardening magazine and roll of mints into her cart and proceeded to check out.

That early evening Charlene and her husband Max finished her lovingly prepared birthday dinner. It was a few hours yet until dark, so Max stood up from the table and held out his hand to Charlene. “Let me take you on a relaxing drive to watch the sunset.” “Hmm, sunset sounds like a morbid aging metaphor,” joked Charlene who rose with a smile gently accepting her husband’s hand.

They took a scenic drive to the top of Sherman Crest highway where they parked at a secluded lookout point. They exited the car and together stood looking over the vast valley floor. The wind gently blew across their foreheads and stroked their hair.

Charlene listened to the cries of the hawks and smiled at the descending sun now shining golden light upon their faces and pushing curious shadows towards their direction. She examined the cliff rock opposite her receding into the dusk and noticed its striations. “You have many years on you too,” she thought. She scanned the horizon and smiled at the beauty of the ages. Trees, more than one hundred years old stood magnificently, cliff faces wore their exposed sediment layers like striped badges of honor, boulders that took centuries to liberate themselves now peered at her from the bottom of the valley walls. Young life here valued the foundation of existence these Ancients provided them and everything coexisted with equal importance. The result was an energetic orchestral fanfare of rare majesty and it elevated her. Charlene felt gratitude for this gift on her birthday and she squeezed Max while quietly regarding the landscape with appreciation.

She felt cherished here. She felt vital again. She raised her hand to touch the wrinkles on her face and now felt prideful of their existence. Like the striations on a cliff or the rings of a tree, these were proof that she possessed value too, gained from the full life she lived and so they must, according to nature, be just as majestic.

Respectfully Yours,

Shaboo

Shaboo Prints designs greeting cards and gifts to spotlight your self worth and support the value of your individuality.
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2014 All Rights Reserved

Cosmic Arrival

April 7th, 2014

Cosmic Arrival

The little star felt a soft, distant tug. In its awareness, a long tether manifested attaching it with some far away point. The star looked down at the tether jutting from its belly then gazed upon its length into the distance where it presumably fastened with something else. The tether trailed into the dark atmosphere like a ship’s anchor line into the sea, and the little star knew it was intended to leave its resting place for the unknown point that was its new destination.

The space before it became attentive and alive. Like an honorable salute, all matter moved out of the little star’s path as if the entire cosmos was under command to assist it on a unanimously important mission.

Consciousness echoed around and about the accelerating star. “Where am I going?” inquired the star. “To a new point in space created just for you.”
“What am I to do once I’m there?”
“Instructions will be provided for you. You will find them stored within your heart.”
“What’s a heart?” was the final question from the little star before it hurled itself into the distant ether.

Space and time suddenly rippled like an unfurling silk handkerchief and with a sonic boom the little star flew out of the darkness like a cracking whip. Temperature and pressure fluctuations changed the stars hard surface into a thriving organic culture. Its alchemical structure became dynamic and it began to morph into something completely different. Increasing atmospheric density congealed the star’s cells into fingers and toes sprouting from its now soft fleshy mass.

Gravity yanked hard again on its tether pulling it ever faster into a galaxy towards a small blue planet.

That which was once a star, entered the blue planet’s atmosphere and experienced its second sonic boom. Its soft center began to beat with a rhythm that seemed connected to the pulse of life residing on the surface below. Clouds parted, like drawn white velveteen curtains and that which was once the little star, appeared into the blue sky.

Billions of animals below lifted their faces towards the descending object as if all life was hailing its arrival. Critters chirped and oceans ebbed in response to what was an important displacement within the fabric of existence.

Existence was now different, perceived by all life as new and invigorating and it responded in kind with wafting feelings of gratitude and enthusiasm towards the bundle of new life now descending upon the blue planet’s surface.

Plump with enthusiasm the new bundle cooed with wiggling fingers and toes. It knew it would soon land in a region in which there was a city, in which there was a residence, in which there was a growing family.

Just then, somewhere far, far away at an unseen point another little star felt a soft, distant tug…

Excitedly,

Shaboo

Shaboo Prints designs greeting cards and gifts to spotlight your self worth and support the value of your individuality.
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2014 All Rights Reserved

The Beauty in You

March 24th, 2014

The Beauty in You

Evelyn was the daughter of Mr. Patel, groundskeeper at Champlain Park, a large historical estate. It was a popular attraction for people who appreciated Beaux Arts architecture and manicured botanical gardens. That afternoon Mr. Patel brought interesting news to his family who lived in a charming cottage on the grounds.

“One of the peacocks had her peachicks today and one is an albino!” “An albino peacock?” asked Mrs. Patel as she ladled soup into bowls. “Oh! Sounds exciting! I would love to see it!” prodded their daughter Evelyn, who was also a very interesting specimen. Her shock of bright red wiry hair and porcelain pale skin made her a target for ridicule at school—her flair for yodeling didn’t help her to blend in either. Mr. Patel searched Mrs. Patel’s face for approval as he commented to Evelyn, “I think you would be an excellent companion for the albino peachick.”

Many months passed during which the bond between Evelyn and the albino peachick, now a young male peacock, strengthened. They frequently strolled the grounds together, she practicing her yodel, the pheasant pecking at the ground, calling out alongside her.

The taunting from her classmates continued and for the first time, Evelyn started seeing herself through the eyes of others. She thought that a spray tan may temper the incandescence of her pale skin and that straightening her hair may stop others from tossing gum into it. Mrs. Patel noticed Evelyn now shied away from wearing bright colors and tied a long red ribbon in her hair before school. “It will accentuate your beautiful hair, my love,” she responded to Evelyn’s protest.

Before leaving the Champlain Park grounds, Evelyn removed the red ribbon from her hair and gently tied it around the neck of her albino peacock. It responded with a tilt of its head and a peck at the ground. Evelyn noticed that no matter what the peacock looked like or wore, it was strikingly beautiful and wondered why she couldn’t do the same. She smiled then continued her dreaded trek towards school.

After a particularly difficult day, Evelyn searched the grounds for her snowy friend. She learned to use her own strong voice to mimic the peacock’s call. She sang out loud and in the distance heard him respond. She found him at the embankment of a small pond surrounded by smiling visitors pointing at it with their cameras.

Her white friend looked outstanding against the rich green grass and dark-watered pond. He strutted proudly showing off his red ribbon and Evelyn was taken aback. The very ribbon that made her feel shame for the attention it brought her accentuated the distinctiveness of the peacock with noble respect. The peacock did not exercise embarrassment for its differences, rather it seemed to brandish them with pride and the people responded with admiration in equal measure. His head tilted towards Evelyn and with a flourish he fanned out his tail. The crowd gasped at his arresting beauty and Evelyn learned a great lesson.

The peacock embraced his unique characteristics without consideration for the judgments of others. His unassuming comfort with his differences was inspiringly persuasive; it lured others to see him as he saw himself and that, Evelyn realized, was the key.

Uniquely yours,

Shaboo

Shaboo Prints designs greeting cards and gifts to spotlight your self worth and support the value of your individuality.
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2014 All Rights Reserved

Visionaries Abound This World

March 17th, 2014

Visionaries Abound This World

“The essential tools of any sand architect are the bucket, shovel and plastic cups,” Ian removed these from the duffel bag and placed each in a neat row on his towel. “I prefer molds,” countered Carlos, who lifted various plastic shapes out of his carrier. Dwayne stood above them, hands on his small waist looking at the shore. “We should grab a spot by the water, we’ll need the water,” he reckoned. “Definitely,” agreed Carlos. The shore was peppered with rounded glistening mounds, each once a promising construction project now partly erased by the tide. Ian gravely pointed at them. “If we’re going to make the kind of castle we talked about we’re going to have to make it up here, away from the rising tide.”

“Aww, carrying buckets of water up here is going to be a lot of work!” protested Dwayne. “Then we give up the idea, grab our floaties and swim in suspiciously warm water with the eight year olds.” Ian pointed to the numbers of splashing children wearing bathing suits lumpy with packed sand.

Carlos defiantly picked up his bucket and marched towards the shore shouting behind him, “Start digging!” Smiling, Ian handed the shovel to Dwayne, “He means you, I’ll help bring the water,” and ran to the shore to fill his bucket.

It had been a trying day for Cherise. Not only had she been unable to contract new business for her architectural firm but the shrinking scope of her current projects made it challenging for her to keep her staff busy. Earlier she learned that her biggest client was significantly reducing the size of their project budget. Admittedly, her patrons valued her visionary talent but the majority had reservations about financially committing to it.

On her way back from a client meeting Cherise decided to visit the nearby coastal shore for a therapeutic walk.

Ever since she was very young, Cherise struggled with her place in the world. It wasn’t her talent that made her feel awkward but the contrast it created—the gap between it and “normal” was alienating. She looked back across the coastal highway to the bustle of town, which felt small and congested. She turned towards the water and fell into its vastness. Sparkles of late-afternoon sun dusted the water for as far as the eye could see. Feeling her mind expand and her motivation return she continued to walk.

She saw a large sand sculpture in the distance and approached it. What she came upon was a marvel. It was a complex castle in great detail and the only reason it still stood intact at this late hour was because it was erected beyond the reach of the encroaching tide. It had numerous towers and the detailing was impressive—turrets, paned windows, and doors galore. The quality of work here was not unlike what she would have produced as a youth and she felt elated. Examining the worn trail of footprints between it and the water, she deduced that there were more than one architect involved, more than one endeavoring talent, and she looked out upon the shimmering ocean smiling from the irony.

Amongst the people in her bustling world she felt alone, but away from the congestion, in the expansiveness of a quiet coastal shore, she found evidence of kindred spirits.

Your kindred spirit,

Shaboo

Shaboo Prints designs greeting cards and gifts to spotlight your self worth and support the value of your individuality.
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A Cup of Optimism

March 10th, 2014

A Cup of Optimism

Isaac slowly brought his car to a stop at the suburban cross street. He was surprised at how tired he felt—he thought “emotionally beaten” accurately described his condition. He planned the day away from his small business to file more city paperwork, meet with his tax consultant and pick up newly printed brochures from a local copy center. What the day dealt was a filing fee, a siz

able retainer fee and a misprint. That was not all. When he called his office to see how things were going, he learned that that no new business had come in, likely the result of the reported three-hour interruption in Internet service. He was feeling discouraged. This day resembled the disenchantment of yesterday, which resembled the day before that, which resembled the day before that.

He blinked twice and found himself back behind his car steering wheel. It felt like he had paused at this cross street for days. Consciously, he agreed that there was nothing left to do but head northbound for home so he continued navigating through the neighborhood tree-lined roads.

He thought about how easy it sounded to give up his security services company for a nine-to-five but his heart protested with dread. It believed discontinuing his business was tantamount to relinquishing his potential. He surrendered to the strong messages of his heart and re-committed to self-employment, for the time being, despite its pressures.

He drearily approached another cross street. On the northwest corner ahead of him stood a lemonade stand. Three small children were present, two positioned behind the counter alert and ready for a thirsty throng, the third looking longingly at the glass pitcher filled with chilled sweetened fruit drink. The scene swelled his heart with such warm nostalgia that he decidedly pulled over to his right, exited the car and crossed the street with two long strides and a smile.

He playfully stated how a cup of lemonade would help him on his travels. The two business owners looked at each other with surprise then coordinated their efforts to fulfill their opportunity—it required two of them to lift the full pitcher. Golden liquid hit the bottom of the paper cup like a drum and carelessly splashed over the rim with abundance. The third child thirstily watched as Isaac raised the cup to his mouth—his tongue agreed with the sugar while his jowls tingled at the tart lemon. All three children giggled as Isaac animatedly licked his lips and patted his belly. When he asked for another cup, the third child ran in a circle with excitement before returning to watch the two proprietors hefting the decanter for another purchase. The children watched wide-eyed as he threw back his second serving.

Reaching into his pocket he asked for the amount he owed them. He momentarily paused with surprise at how much the price of lemonade had increased since his own childhood but he gladly paid with an additional tip for their generous servings. He gave them a modest bow and warmly expressed that it was his honor to patronize their business. As he walked across the street towards his car he overheard them clapping and squealing with exhilaration, for at their tender age they successfully accomplished two sales and received a positive customer review! He drove away imagining how they would dance in their achievement and chatter with excitement at tonight’s dinner tables.

Twenty minutes later he pulled into his own drive. He turned the motor off and sat in his car for a final thought. He shook his head and smiled at his memory of the lemonade stand realizing that those children sold him much more than a drink. The exhilarating, gracious world they perceived was the same one he lived in. This truth rejuvenated him. His optimism for his own business venture, and for his entire future for that matter, was strong again. He felt grateful for his life, for his courage and for his independence. No, they definitely provided him with much more than lemonade!

Thank you for supporting optimism and small business,

Shaboo

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Optimists Live in a Larger World

March 3rd, 2014

Optimists Live in a Larger World

“Don’t be daft!” “Daft! Daft! He’s daft!” squawked the other ducklings.

“I’m just saying that we should explore is all…” Fisby kicked at the sand with his webbed foot then turned away from them towards the water.

Everyday for the past three weeks, the ducklings were brought to the shore for swimming lessons and advice, by their matron, on how not to get eaten. But from day one, Fisby was allured by what he could not see, by what existed beyond his immediate guidelines and beyond the confines of the water’s horizon. And from day one, his curiosity was met with opposition from his siblings.

The matron clucked on, warning them about the grizzly consequences of venturing but Fisby believed that there existed positive consequences in equal measure. He obviously had no proof but he just somehow knew there were good things in lie too.

One early morning the ducklings were splashing in the shallows of the lake. On the not-too-distant surface, Fisby saw a disturbance. He paddled a little closer to the roiling water and saw the backs of fish breaking the surface of the water. They tumbled and turned and flopped with excitement. Fisby was surprised at how strong his enthusiasm was to investigate. He probed his instincts for any dread and found none. He figured that either his inability to sense danger was a personal malfunction or that the pessimism of his flock towards the unusual was wrong.

Fibsy quickly swam towards a sibling, “Hey look over there! Something’s going on, you want to go check it out?” “Nu-uh” refused his brother. “There’s nothing out there that’s worth the trouble, I’ll bet.” Fisby’s fluffy shoulders sank with disappointment. While he was eager to explore, he was hoping that he would not have to go it alone. The fear and indifference of his flock dashed those hopes and he realized that any exploits beyond the ordinary would have to be done alone.

The early morning sun infused the ends of his golden down surrounding him with a halo of light as he paddled away from his family towards the fishy hubbub.

Fisby’s brother was busy contemplating the dangers of the vast unknown when he was interrupted with the far-off cries of a duckling. He looked up at the distant surface of the water to see Fisby flailing and quacking. The surface beneath him churned with angry fish. “Oh no!” he squawked and hurried to enlist the help of his flock to rescue Fisby.

The regatta of ducklings arrived to witness a most unexpected event; competing fish hungrily breached the surface as Fisby thrust and snapped at a thick mass of mosquitos hovering above the water like a gaseous bubble of treats. Fisby was not crying for help but quaking with glee. “Wahoo!” he exclaimed as he filled his fuzzy cheeks with tasty insects.

Wide-eyed and hungry, Fisby’s siblings joined in the scramble for flying yummy bits of delight, which was only one of numerous opportunities existing outside the boundaries of their predictable existence.
Adventurously yours,

Shaboo

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Feelings Are Signposts

February 24th, 2014

Feelings Are Signposts

Ann carefully brought her boss a full cup of coffee who was intensely reading a draft of a letter she had written, on his behalf, to a prospective vendor.

“This doesn’t mention our experience with powder coating and it assumes they know all about our new facility.” He dismissively passed the letter back to Ann, took his coffee mug and carefully examined its dark liquid contents. “There’s sugar in here?” “Two packets.” Doubtful, he trialed the drink with a slow small slurp then peered at Ann from behind the mug “We need to mail that letter today, so make the necessary changes soon.”

Ann sat back down at her desk with a heavy realization. This incident was about much more than the vendor letter; it was the disappointing indication that this was not the right job for her. When she got this position three months ago, she was elated, believing it represented a way out of her otherwise unsatisfactory life.

Recently divorced, she was not a stranger to disappointment. The feelings she now had in this position reminded her of her failed marriage and the observation surprised her. Sure, the details and circumstances were very different but the core experience was identical: she felt small and lackluster, both provided little opportunity for, well anything, and each waxed oppression. Like her marriage, she knew this job was unable to provide for her happiness and she accepted that she would have to venture from here to gain it.

In the months following she made courageous efforts to find new roads. She daringly went on a couple of dates, arranged by family, and managed to attend a few job interviews during her lunch hour. In each circumstance she recognized traits that similarly existed in the experiences she now hoped to avoid. While she was grateful for her new ability to see these trends, she realized she would have to fundamentally change into the person she wanted to attract, otherwise she would travel the same road and witness the same combination of behaviors.

Paradoxically, the anger and disappointment of her past enriched Ann. She stopped looking for a job to search for opportunity and fulfillment and her experience revealed particular paths on which they would not be found. She changed course. No longer a person of consequence, she shifted her position from passenger to driver, becoming in charge of her life, now proactively steering it away from frustrating trends towards her desired goals.

During a recent job interview, which was going very well, her soon-to-be employer inquired, “Using the experiences of your own history, what advice would you give me as your employer?”

“That challenges don’t necessarily mean failure because they indicate what not to do and can be used to redirect you towards success.”

And with that response, she found herself being the person she wanted to know and the person who would eventually find her rightful path.

Fittingly yours,

Shaboo

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Journey with Enthusiasm

February 17th, 2014

Journey with Enthusiasm

Darnell placed the ribbon he removed from his graduation present to his side then began touching for the places on the wrapping paper where it was fastened together with tape.

“Just rip the paper, Darnell! Have a little fun opening it!” urged Darnell’s mother Yasmina. “I like the paper, mom. It can be used again,” he rationalized. “Well the paper ain’t the gift!” harrumphed Yasmina.

Darnell recently graduated magna cum laude from Northwestern University. The single child from a single-parent home, Darnell’s high school scholastic performance earned him a university scholarship and an opportunity to escape the stereotypical disadvantages of his current demographics; achieving a better life for him and his mother was his strong drive. Once happy and carefree, Darnell strapped on the weight of self-imposed accountability, which Yasmina noticed burdened him, making him progressively solemn.

Darnell reminisced opening gifts as a boy as he carefully loosened the wrapping paper. He looked down and saw his boyish hand transposed over his adult hand like an apparition. It motioned to tear at the wrapping paper but his thoughts cautioned, “Don’t be careless.” The boy’s hand responded, recoiling with disappointment. It then dissipated into thin air, like a blown-out candle, leaving him with his very prudent adult fingers.

He slowly lifted the paper off the gift unveiling a small pedal car and took a step back to examine it. It was a blue and green metal Astro Wheels, complete with a shiny chrome bumper, hood ornament and horn. Electricity tickled the back of Darnell’s ears, “Is this the same one I had as a kid?” “Only older,” Yasmina replied with a devilish smile.

“Wow! That throws me back…but I don’t get it,” he queried his mom.

“When you got this as a boy you were so excited. You went on about how you were going to travel the world in this car, just you and your stuffed bear Calvin. Wherever you pedaled that car, you saw a magical world. Even the end of our driveway became a wondrous place for you. You saw wizards and palaces and traveled to Africa and Mars.” Darnell looked up and met her loving eyes. “I want you to have that excitement back. The world is the same place it was when you were in that car. I want this car to remind you that the world is still full of magic. You just need excitement in your eyes to see it.”

Yasmina moved towards him and touched his hand. “I’m always going to be okay. Always was, always will be. Imagine yourself driving into your future in that car, and I guarantee you’ll be okay too.”

Darnell hugged his mom so tightly that she felt it come from the boy of his past. He finally released her, turned towards the Astro Wheels and lovingly ran his finger along the curving shape of its front fender. Reacquainting himself with it, he walked around its perimeter, his grin growing with each step. Finally, he leaned over the steering wheel, placed his hand on the horn and honked it with an accompanying holler, “Watch out world, Darnell’s coming through!”

Magically yours,

Shaboo

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