In the hallowed halls of St. Celestine, the air hummed as secrets danced with unspoken truths. Crystal chandeliers cast a celestial glow, bathing the elite in a glamorous aura. Kairos, a vision of strength in his suit that gave an angelic glow, stood beside Serenity, whose sapphire gown whispered tales of the Ionian Sea. Their eyes met, a silent vow. Mira, cloaked in shadows, emerged. Her confession, a dagger to the heart, sliced through the euphoria. Tears etched silver paths down her cheeks as she revealed her hidden bond with Kairos. Serenity, a statue of grace, nodded to Mira, her spirit unshaken. “We shall find solace at home,” she whispered to Kairos, her voice a gentle breeze. The crowd parted, a sea of murmurs in her wake. Kairos, now alone, felt the weight of his betrayal. The grandeur around him faded into insignificance as the echoes of the scandal lingered, a blemish upon the night’s splendor.
This flash fiction piece explores the sacred tension between urgency and stillness—a parable of the heartbreak that arises when we fear time is running out. Kairos, from ancient Greek, refers to a sacred or opportune moment in time—an opening pregnant with meaning, unlike Chronos, which measures time in quantity. In the story, Kairos feels the ache of slipping moments and, from that ache, commits a deception rooted in fear. Yet Serenity—whose name spiritually embodies calm, acceptance, and the unwavering presence of the soul—does not react. She remains still, embodying a deeper wisdom: that time is not the enemy.
Serenity teaches us that we must resist the urge to chase or control time. Instead, we are invited to trust it, to hold it with love, and to remember that the present moment always holds us fully.
What we do with the time we are granting is paramount to our evolution. It is no secret that creativity is what I enjoy doing with some of my time. I've discovered that creativity is a channel in which Gods moves into me, and every other human being. As I peel myself open, the more receptive that I am creative ideas, and the job that I am prescribed, literally, is to make space for this to happen. Healing requires the same from you; action. Whatever it is that you love, rather it be dancing, singing, drawing, writing, or skating. The energy of creating is healing. So, I ask you:
What are the ways in which I can create a space to be more creative?
Do you find that you have an extra 10-15 minutes... instead of doom scrolling on your phone, get quiet and listen to your spirit while asking, " what can I create right now. with the tools that I have ?"
The answer will come. Take that ceramics class, take that drawing class, or even that dance class., write that story... when you create, you're literally bringing down something from the 'imaginary field into this realm. in that field, that is where God exists. So I urge you to play, as if you were a child, and witness how much this energy of creativity contributes to your healing journey.
In the hallowed halls of St. Celestine, the air hummed as secrets danced with unspoken truths. Crystal chandeliers cast a celestial glow, bathing the elite in a glamorous aura. Kairos, a vision of strength in his suit that gave an angelic glow, stood beside Serenity, whose sapphire gown whispered tales of the Ionian Sea. Their eyes met, a silent vow. Mira, cloaked in shadows, emerged. Her confession, a dagger to the heart, sliced through the euphoria. Tears etched silver paths down her cheeks as she revealed her hidden bond with Kairos. Serenity, a statue of grace, nodded to Mira, her spirit unshaken. “We shall find solace at home,” she whispered to Kairos, her voice a gentle breeze. The crowd parted, a sea of murmurs in her wake. Kairos, now alone, felt the weight of his betrayal. The grandeur around him faded into insignificance as the echoes of the scandal lingered, a blemish upon the night’s splendor.
This flash fiction piece explores the sacred tension between urgency and stillness—a parable of the heartbreak that arises when we fear time is running out. Kairos, from ancient Greek, refers to a sacred or opportune moment in time—an opening pregnant with meaning, unlike Chronos, which measures time in quantity. In the story, Kairos feels the ache of slipping moments and, from that ache, commits a deception rooted in fear. Yet Serenity—whose name spiritually embodies calm, acceptance, and the unwavering presence of the soul—does not react. She remains still, embodying a deeper wisdom: that time is not the enemy.
Serenity teaches us that we must resist the urge to chase or control time. Instead, we are invited to trust it, to hold it with love, and to remember that the present moment always holds us fully.
What we do with the time we are granting is paramount to our evolution. It is no secret that creativity is what I enjoy doing with some of my time. I've discovered that creativity is a channel in which Gods moves into me, and every other human being. As I peel myself open, the more receptive that I am creative ideas, and the job that I am prescribed, literally, is to make space for this to happen. Healing requires the same from you; action. Whatever it is that you love, rather it be dancing, singing, drawing, writing, or skating. The energy of creating is healing. So, I ask you:
What are the ways in which I can create a space to be more creative?
Do you find that you have an extra 10-15 minutes... instead of doom scrolling on your phone, get quiet and listen to your spirit while asking, " what can I create right now. with the tools that I have ?"
The answer will come. Take that ceramics class, take that drawing class, or even that dance class., write that story... when you create, you're literally bringing down something from the 'imaginary field into this realm. in that field, that is where God exists. So I urge you to play, as if you were a child, and witness how much this energy of creativity contributes to your healing journey.
