The Zen Blogger: Living A Life Of Equilibrium – The Chronicles Of Renard

The Zen Blogger: Living A Life of Equilibrium from the Chronicles of Renard is excellent. Please enjoy this blog from Renard, a fellow blogger and friend. It speaks of living a life of equilibrium for the blogger but also you can apply these ideas and principles to anyone living life today and substitute “blogger” for you choice of career or work.


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Crystal Ball


My challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. I won’t forget to use the opening sentence… This challenge runs from Monday to Sunday!

The photo below with my bit of flash and a link back to this post. This week, thanks go out to Eric Wickland of Momusnews who came up with the opening line to go with this week’s photo!

Finish the story begins with:  “At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.”

Please feel free to upload your story by clicking on the little blue frog below to add your story to the list!


Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 152

(c) 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Crystal Ball


“At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.” 

As Jack came closer, he saw that it was three inches in diameter. It had become cracked from sunlight exposure but was still in its cylindrical form. Jack notified WSCN about his strange find. He investigated and realized it was a crystal ball used for divination and fortune-telling.

Ms. Raiken from WSCN arrived an hour later for the interview.

“Where did you find it?” she asked looking at the crystal ball.

“In the field near my home,” Jack stated.

“Do you know who it belongs to?” Ms. Raiken continued.

“Probably belonged to that gypsy woman who went through town last week,” he said.

Ms. Raiken explored, “Have you ever been to a fortune-teller?”

“Not since I got divorced. She told us we’d be together forever. She was wrong on both counts,” Jack laughed loudly.

“What do you mean?” the reporter asked.

“We’re not together and it’s not forever!” he laughed.

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When looking at the picture prompt, it reminded me of a crystal ball and a trip to a gypsy at a county fair years ago shortly after getting married. The gypsy’s prediction was wrong…I’m divorced, too. (LOL)…I did some further research on Wikipedia.


 From Wikipedia:

Crystal-gazing (also known as crystal-seeing, crystallism, crystallomancy, gastromancy, and spheromancy) is a method for seeing visions achieved through trance induction by means of gazing at a crystal.[1] Traditionally it has been seen as a form divination orscrying, with visions of the future, something divine etc., though research into the content of crystal-visions suggest the visions are related to the expectations and thoughts of the seer…




The psychologist Millais Culpin wrote that crystal gazing allows a form of self-hypnosis with fantasies and memories from the unconscious of the subject appearing as visions in the crystal.[5] Analysis of the content suggest they are a kind of hallucination that visualizes things in memory or of expectations, for example a subject who was told to expect to see soldiers, saw exactly this when gazing in a crystall ball. The subject had previously experienced hallucinations when looking at reflective surfaces, something which tends to be true of most people who experience visions when gazing at crystals.[6]



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30 Day Blogging Challenge Day 25-Maya Angelou

Day 25 – Discuss someone who fascinates you and why.

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I Had Trouble With This One…

Someone who fascinates you and why? I am totally drawing a blank tonight. Question? Maya Angelou? This is really fascinating to me because I usually have a lot to say. I’m going to think about this and get back to writing in a while….

It’s morning and I started this last evening and had a full case of writer’s block. I slept on it (not well) and realized the I have a problem with the term “fascinate.” This morning, I looked the word up in and found the definition to be:

verb (used with object), fascinated, fascinating.
1. to attract and hold attentively by a unique power, personal charm,unusual nature, or some other special quality; enthrall: a vivacity that fascinated the audience.
2. to arouse the interest or curiosity of; allure.
3. to transfix or deprive of the power of resistance, as through terror: The sight of the snake fascinated the rabbit.
There lies the problem. No one person on earth allures me or holds me in their power. I am not transfixed by anyone except God. I really don’t mean of a  religious nature bout as a spiritual one. Oh, I believe in God and that Jesus came to earth in man form and gave his life for me. That makes me a Christian, but thre are lots of other religions such as Judaism, Bhudism, Islam, etc. I do not judge other by their religion and I believe all who believe in God are given that understanding by God. So I am spiritual, not religious. God is big enough for everyone, period. Off my soapbox…
The only other person who comes close to fascinating me (by definition-“interests me”) is Maya Angelou, writer, poet, black activist, activist for women and all human rights. If I started to write further about her, I would be writing a novel, so I refer you to her official website maintained by her family. See Maya I will close with my favorite poem by Maya:

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Who or what fascinates you?
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