16 Friday Sep 2022
Posted in Mita Bhan Writings, Relationship, Short Story, Spiritual Fiction, Tarot
The Week Ahead for your Sun Sign
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Mita Bhan 2022
03 Wednesday Aug 2022
Posted in Love, Short Story, Spiritual Fiction
21 Saturday May 2022
Posted in Mita Bhan Writings, Short Story, Spiritual Fiction
Long long time ago there lived a little girl who was afraid. She never dared to step out and lived in the shadows. Her friends and family tried to call her out but she refused to move and instead watched the world go by through a tiny window in her room.
One day a yellow flower caught her eye, blossoming in the garden across her street – its yellow petals captivated her and left her amazed as it would move its head towards the sky following the sun. She was spellbound for days by this bold flower and longed to see it close up and caress its petals. “Is it fragrant?” She wondered as she lay in bed.
That night she had a dream that she was walking in a field full of these amazing flowers. She heard the sounds of joyous laughter and a voice said “Stand tall and strong and keep your eyes on the sun. You’ll never be afraid again”
The next morning as the sunlight streamed in her room, beams of light dancing on her face, she awoke, remembering her dream.
With a smile on her face and her heart beating fast, she opened the door and stepped outside to the park.
Where she was greeted by not one but dozens of flowers laughing as they welcomed her.
Mita Bhan 2022
08 Tuesday Dec 2020
Posted in Mita Bhan Writings, Short Story, Spiritual Fiction
The most delicious desserts will never sweeten the one with the bitter breath.
He will always complain.
“Oh the presentation is bad.
Too many berries!
Lousy chocolate
“Ugh it tastes horrible”
He will spit on your table, scrape the chair backward
And head for the door.
Before you look at the mess he’s left behind, please walk him to the door and thank him for coming
and do ask him if you could sample
one of his desserts.
He will mumble something about not knowing how to cook, or
not having the time, or not finding the recipe. He may even look you
in the eye and tell you he can’t make desserts. And how his Father told him he couldn’t do a darn thing.
And that’s when you catch a glimpse of a young boy who was never praised, or approved, or accepted or encouraged. The harsh critiques he gives others freely and shamelessly are nothing compared to his self critiques. And the voices he heard as a child – he heard them so much he began to believe them, and eventually spew them on others.
For a second he looks at the door knob before stepping out and asks you how he can start making desserts.
You tell him to start by approving of himself.
Chances are he’ll slam the door on you grumbling to himself about incompetent cooks who waste his precious money.
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