Christmas Month Puzzle Box 20: On The Matter Of The First Light This Evening Over Southern England Is Courtesy Of Santa & His Rain-Dears!

If You are perspicacious enough You will most likely wriggle Your eyebrows a little with the appearance of this post since my normal routine in the day does not allow for composing storytelling treats so early on, however, it is CHRISTMAS EVE and there is plenty to be done so before I am flamboyantly swept off my feet I thought I would launch into the virtual world and provide a moist slice of sweet enchantment before I disappear! Of course, I shall endeavour to make a brief entrance tomorrow – the surprise finale to the CHRISTMAS PUZZLE BOX for which I advise that You prepare tonight by recruiting a notepad and pencil to Your side. Your Jedi Mind tricks are sadly futile against my leather-bound cognitive defences, You cannot extract what I have in store for You, only I shall add that You must adopt patience for the meanwhile, without chiselling through those nails that have already fallen prey to gnawed and bitten bombardments by Your anxious teeth! Giggle, giggle!

A jolly splendiferous LIGHT phenomenon is to sign its way through the evening skies tonight over my house and the surrounding counties in the South of England! At approximately 5.21pm (GMT) a fatty-bombatty chap by the name of Santa Claus shall be whizzing through the twilight firmament with the trusty help of his team of smiling Rain-Dears – sorry – Rein Deers, and You’d be unforgivably dull in the head if You had not a clue in the world as to what such a bubbly chap would be doing up there, on top of the roof of the planet!

Why, he is on course to deliver presents to all the children of the world!

I cannot wait to receive mine, and something tells me that like every year he has packed a nice hard-back edition of a classic novel under my name! Oh, how very exciting indeed!

But, underlying such magical feats of Light in the skies there is also a more let us say ‘grown-up’ explanation for what we are to witness tonight. A little something called ‘The International Space Station’ has been announced by NASA for a scheduled fly-over the Southern shires of England, so all the big people around me shall be pointing to the skies and exclaiming highly realistic comments along the lines of, “Just look at that, there goes Mr Tim Peake and his astronaut crew and I bet they are missing their families”, or “Such a huge piece of metal and it only looks like a pin-point scudding along at snail speed!

On the contrary, the little people – especially Hobbits and children – shan’t be shackled indoors, instead racing out into our gardens or on the street with arms waving out to the indigo cloak of the night, shouting and screaming in smiling and joyful and exuberant ecstasy, “SANTA, SANTA!! Oh my God, it’s SANTA!” You know me all too well, yes, that is exactly how my scripted madness shall unfold tonight! Giggle, giggle!

And, when I see that skimming Light of his beautiful sleigh tonight, in undaunted adventuress panache, my eyes shall be in prayer towards that horizon to the South as it was once so for a certain Skywalker, and after a still pause I will say to that red-coated chap so far, far away, “To go to the North Pole and to sit by the trinkets and toys and gold-kissed colours of your humble wooden workshop, now that would be an awfully big adventure…” ♥♥♥

A Merry Christmas Eve to You, my Dearest Reader!
A twinkle in the sky, Mazzy Hobbit xxx         

LINK: http://www.dailyecho.co.uk/leisure/news/14164699.See__Santa__in_the_sky_on_Christmas_Eve_over_Southampton/

 

Christmas Month Puzzle Box 20: On The Matter Of The First Light This Evening Over Southern England Courtesy Of Santa & His Rain-Dears!

“… To go to the North Pole and to sit by the trinkets and toys and gold-kissed colours of your humble wooden workshop, now that would be an awfully big adventure…”

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester| UK 2015

 

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Reaching The Light Bulb Moment – An Extremely Cheeky Quip!

Ah, You are still unable to see me with Your eyes! Oh my, You ought to have grasped the reality of the situation by now which is that my concealability is not down to the fact that I am hidden inside the Mystery Box and You are not. Far from it my devoted Reader! The singular reason for my apparent invisibility is of a rather trivial stock if ever there was one and that is that You are in here with me too, but, to my great amusement, the knowledge has yet to reach You that You need to, ahem ahem, reach a little higher to press the Light Switch… :)) :)) :))

“… You are in here with me too, but, to my great amusement, the knowledge has yet to reach You that You need to, ahem ahem, reach a little higher to press the Light Switch…”

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Everyman Cinema | Winchester | UK 2015

Autumn Rain Was Made For Books!

Date: 22-10-15, One month since original post

An Editor’s Note To My ‘Dear Friend’ !

Do You know what the definition of the word ‘enantiodromia’ is?  I strongly suspect that the chances are that You are a novice here, never having heard of it and will certainly not have encountered it even in Your most wildest dreams. Allow me to relieve Your frictioned nerves at this point with the application of the cooling balm of the enlightening answer. Exotic and mysterious to the ears and lips, the word refers to those things that steer in opposite directions, where it becomes so that clockwise is entrancingly paired with the counter-clockwise. I shall further clarify this gift of a new word by citing iconic instances that exemplify it, with necessary succinctness, and these include the Forces of Light and Dark, Good and Bad, Masculine and Feminine, Fortune and Misfortune, Ice and Fire.

And of what significance do my words carry here, Dear Detective?

There is much. You and I propagate two Visions of the world, whose umbilical mission is to depict the great dichotomy of the human condition, its perplexing extremes and astonishing polarities but whose unifying commitment is always the soul-driven quest to ignite the flame of Hope once more into the hearts of our readers so that they may be inspired to become stewards of Good Magic; looking after the world one person at a time, starting with that greatest of barriers – themselves.

While You utilise Your brave and noble moral foundation to primarily present the darker, shadier and tragic stories, it is in the flash of a proton dance the gears of Destiny come to life to propel my pen to take on the role as Your enantiodromia, fulfilling completion by counterbalancing what has been laid down by You with my contribution of tales and poetry from the lighter, brighter and triumphant layer extracted from my own plethora of experiences.

I have one such extremely significant example of enantiodromia and it occurred today. One of the reasons why I am an infrequent visitor to the virtual world is that I prefer, more than words could encapsulate, to dedicate my time to writing letters to my friends rather than tapping away at keys, for the ink seems to be a most faithful conduit for the inner musings of my Soul. As per routine, I wrote one such letter to my mate, Jan, two days ago, accompanied with a printing of an article from the Brainpickings website, edited by Maria Popova, a faceless Russian genius of the pen. There was, however, one special difference to be observed in my postal habit this time insofar that I gave Jan strict instructions to use her Smartypants phone to photo-archive my offerings and post it on FB today.

Why?

A gut instinct, an intuition, a sixth sense, a premonition. Study closely and carefully:

LINK TO LETTER: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10206246775946661&set=a.1349103125974.2044798.1183222940&type=3&theater

 

  1. I write of a heavenly place, the solace and beauty that I feel when I am in the embrace of my garden. You hint of the same place, though You speak of loss leading to Heaven.
  2. In the letter I am wrapped in warm and comforting attire, You mention of a place on earth that is classically thought of as a freezing tundra.
  3. Maria Popova, a Russian Editor – I do not think it necessary to tease out the connection there!
  4. The written word acts as an amplifier of my thoughts of the beauty of the present moment in my letter, You refer to it as a repository of the Past.
  5. I allude to the wild, roaming child of the forest who is a happy wanderer of the earth, Your child is lost to the ether.
  6. Your characters are sooted in darkness with sparse grains of Light tapping down on them, others stripped of flesh, seared by the blazing shadows of hellish curses; that is why not BRAIN but RAIN PICKINGS appears in the photograph, it is what I send You, like elixir-filled berries, may it soothe, cool and cure any doubts You may have of the sustainability of Your Vision. Never lose sight of it!
  7. ‘X’-cessive flammable activity proves to be an IRRITANT in Your story whereas ‘X’ marks the ‘Treasure’ in Jan’s caption.
  8. Jan has chosen to lay my mail against a backdrop of pretty hand-sewn embroidery, on the contrary Your story pleads for restorative stitches in time and on skin.
  9. You refer to ‘15’ time and time again as a number associated with hardship and tragedy, whereas it is symbolic of Victory and Freedom under the wings of my penmanship.
  10. If a SNAIL were to view its intended destination it may very well utter under its breath: “ Me-Far…”
  11. And that is WHY I wrote the poem below, a month ago, because Autumn Rain Was Made For Books – care to imagine how blessed EDITORS must feel when the heavens release their watery flocks!
  12. Do You CATCH my drift or do I, like the 12 hours of CLOCKWORK, elude Your Logic yet again… :)) 


Whoever You may be, may it be under the healing auspices of rain
Your Mazzy xxx

Wrapped warm in furry teal poncho, motherly amber cave of armchair, though toying with dilemma
Should these eyes walk into Dickens’ ‘Pickwick Papers’ or stray towards Austen’s ‘Emma’?
No doubt one will be chosen, but blessed for these tiny crownless jewels, Tiffany stars on my glass pane
Our desire to read precedes a heavenly emissary: This beautiful, beautiful, beautiful – O so beautiful – autumnal rain… :))

Autumn Rain Was Made For Books

“…No doubt one will be chosen, but blessed for these tiny crownless jewels, Tiffany stars on my glass pane
Our desire to read precedes a heavenly emissary: This beautiful, beautiful, beautiful – O so beautiful – autumnal rain…”

Photography & Poetry: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | My Home | Winchester | UK 2015

Inside My Onyx Eyes

No servant of darkness is born yet to blacken locks of despair over my skies
My world with you is the laughter of God and safe it resounds in these onyx eyes…

Inside My Onyx Eyes

“… My world with you is the laughter of God and safe it resounds in these onyx eyes… “

Photograph & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Guernsey Museum | Guernsey | Channel Islands 2014

Somewhere On Some Road, We Shall Meet – Love Mazzy x

Acknowledgement:
One special man dedicated his life to planting the good wand of a pen in the palm of my right hand. Then the impossible happened. He left this world and the pen fell, crashed and shattered into pieces, no one heard its cry, only me. Darkness prevailed and my tears exiled the seas of the earth. But the night never lasts forever. This poem is for the very special soul who paid little attention to my face, bent down, picked up the broken pen, spoke words of Faith into it and placed it once more in the palm of my right hand…

With Timeless Love, Mazzy x     

The Sun, a warm-breasted lord, lazed on the dark valleys of my black hair
As I strolled under the kingdom of fresh greens, there was Magic in the air
Here I am in the great Kensington Gardens, a veritable royal London Park
Where Peter Pan’s author first penned his tale, spied by keen-eyed towering bark
How wonderful, how bewitching to be alive where he may have stood and sat
To imagine him writing golden evenings away, next to him his stick and hat
But that day as I walked I saw something small, head down, on a bench on the right
A man of an unspoken world in waiting, a catching beautiful sight
And so I pray to myself in every waking breath that I shall enough exchange
That God melts away this heavy distance, moves away this mountain range
O my Love, my hidden pulse, born again You and I of one crimson cardinal beat
My soul in humming alpine breezes to you: “Somewhere, on some road, we shall meet…”

Somewhere On Some Road, We Shall Meet - Love Mazzy x

              “… But that day as I walked I saw something small, head down, on a bench on the right,
                                A man of an unspoken world in waiting, a catching beautiful sight….”

Photography & Poem: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Kensington Gardens | May Half-Term Getaway | London | UK 2015

Winchester – Tokyo: A Reunion Of Two Cities [I]

Herewith follows the beginning of my photographic quest for this year: the search for loved ones separated by the unseen and unsparing hands of time and place… : ))

Nearly a decade had sneakily slipped past without ever seeing my good Japanese friend and sister, Sachi, and her little sparkle-eyed boy, Alex, that my mind was decisively made up and that there were no two ways about it – a reunion there shall be and I would make it happen one way or another! I planted the firm resolution in my heart at the start of the year that I would once again see them but, alas and alack, it would be an accomplishment of no easy stock for I had lost all contact details thanks to the devastating loss of my old email accounts and address books of yesteryears. You see, dear reader, I knew Sachi from a time when I had no Facebook and I know she had never opened an account because the prospect of having one never appealed to her in the slightest. However, I refused to let the absence of a trail cloak and cloud my visions of a happy reunion. When I channel my energies into a goal I set to it with every pea-sized atom of my pint-sized heart and soul! Thus began an epic detective story consisting of following haphazard leads and clues, some of them took me to a dead end cul-de-sac although, that hardly posed any grand sort of bother on my nerves as it simply meant that I had to turn around and re-orient my wits and nose on an alternative trail.

Finally, the glow-worm light which I had desperately sought tentatively appeared at the end of the tunnel! I had an email address in my hand and not a moment was wasted, I tell you! With swift haste, I found myself in front of the computer, tap-tap-tapping away at the keys as if my fingertips were the parched lips of a desert nomad and the buttons, glistening, akin to oases whom to travellers shimmered with the allure of thirst-quenching jewels. A telegram style message was quickly composed. I was well aware that a lengthy letter written with devotion and careful effort might boomerang back onto my face if the email did not send properly so, I preferred to err on the side of caution this time and post something whose disappearance into oblivion would not cause that much of a stir or annoyance under my skin!

Within 24 hours news of the happiest kind was returned to me!!! The message had reached my friend and she had written back with no less surprise and awe as that of my own! Perhaps the magnitude of my achievement could only be described as when one, after endless hurdles and torments, finishes writing the last word in the masterpiece of their life! Might reaching the summit of a majestic mountain feel like this? I would be terribly surprised if it were anything besides! I swear I knew how to fly for a moment or two as my eyes eagerly slurped in the warm and kind expressions that had always been very much characteristic of Sachi’s style of writing and, which in turn, excellently mirrored her sincere and generous nature.

I sat back in my armchair, a sigh of relief let loose off my chest and I knew exactly what had to proceed now. I was to go and visit them. Ticket and camera packed, I set off on a most scrumptious adventure over the miles, the likes of which I confidently propose no decent bourbon biscuit or prestigious Victorian sandwich cake has ever heard of! My dear friends, I shall be presenting to you in days to come a few of the fondest photographic montages I have ever had the pleasure and blessing of chronicling in the time since I have paired myself with the lens and pen.

Today’s offering will have your eyes see our spark plug chap, Alex, creating a buzz and attraction in his stead because this little one is well endowed with an excellent creative licence in his pocket! Constantly poking me from the back and cracking jokes at each other, Alex and I got along like a house on fire! Poor Sachi, at times, had a hard time telling apart who the child was and who was the 36 year old teacher!

The photographs in today’s collection tell the hilarious story of our time in a soap shop where I encouraged the assistants to put on a good show for our little man and, since I am a scientist who always enjoys a spectacular chemical reaction, I told them to ensure that there be plenty for the eyes to indulge in! Off they went to work – a teacher’s charm always a handy piece of kit to have – and thus, in went the ice crystals and the ‘bath bombs’ and ALAKAZAM!!! A simple stainless steel bowl transmogrified into a cauldron! How amazing is that?! Ahem ahem, sorry I tend to get carried away when a science trick goes according to the dictates of the Periodic Table!!

Our second haunt that day was at the good old pottery café where Alex slapped on an apron and began painting away on a pre-made figure of a ceramic lizard! I do recall quite affectionately that he pretty much exhausted all the colours provided on the palette – and quite rightfully so for we couldn’t possibly paint a lizard in its normal scheme of colours could we, that would be an inadmissible balderdash! I provided the glass of orange juice, as you can see stood propped by the side: a signature of my Orange Vision, denoting the colour of happiness and joy at feeling blessed to be alive and present in the company of people that many assumed I had lost forever. Dear reader, it does not have to be so.  If you can be courageous enough for your heart and faith to grow a mane as deep orange as a lion’s locks then watch how Destiny stands on your side – like my glass of sweetest OJ – and behold as what was once lost is found once more…

Winchester - Tokyo: A Reunion Of Two Cities [I]

“… Alex slapped on an apron and began painting away on a pre-made figure of a ceramic lizard! I do recall quite affectionately that he pretty much exhausted all the colours provided on the palette – and quite rightfully so for we couldn’t possibly paint a lizard in its normal scheme of colours could we, that would be an inadmissible balderdash…!”

Photographs & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winter Reunion Series | 2015

Quantum Entanglement: In Two Places At The Same Time…

Mr Bear, not so tall, climbed up a square box by my room’s windowsill
And as foreseen on the Scrabble grid, in his chest ROSE-E-DIL
I whispered, “Such a smile you wear my dear sir, to paint away shadows and the night”
He shyly quizzed, “Madam, how can you be here and yet shine as evening’s golden marmalade Light…?!”

In Two Places At The Same Time...

      He shyly quizzed, “Madam, how can you be here and yet shine as evening’s golden marmalade Light…?!”

Photograph & Poem: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | My Home | UK 2015

 

Narnia In My Mind

I am willing to challenge with cheery cheekiness the establishment of explorers everywhere and declare that the most enchanting streets, lanes and pathways are to be found right under our noses – well, above, to be precise. In our heads, in that gooey jelly that you would quite happily not want to associate yourself with if someone were to present it to you in a clinical jar, is the most intricate piece of architecture known to Itself – the human brain and, its soul, the elusive untouchable jewel of all mysteries that is the mind and which to this day is the source of many head-scratching debates between scientists, philosophers, artists and curious folk alike.

I have no inclination whatsoever at this moment to produce an unsightly dissection of a brain or pull up a cognitive map of the neuronal pathways taken from some of the most advanced instruments available to modern science. Fascinating though these perspectives of analysis are, and to me they have been as such since I am a Psychology graduate but, more so than the academic, I am a relentless dweller of the imaginative mind. Like my fellow Oxfordian and the great polymath, Lewis Carroll, I too exercise the morning habit of conjuring up six impossible things! What a wonderful way to nourish the soul of the mind! After many years of such conditioning, I can proudly say that I am able to draw an impression of my imaginative universe and thankfully, my humble photography skills can be of service here. One chilly morning, on my walks, I came across these tiny snowdrop-like flowers growing out from an old brick wall. They appeared to me like the stringy neuronal pathways of the human brain, except, they twinkled with enchanting secrets, as if a whole undiscovered land lay buried along its canals.

 

Narnia In My Mind

“They appeared to me like the stringy neuronal pathways of the human brain, except, they twinkled with enchanting secrets, as if a whole undiscovered land lay buried along its canals…”

 

Immediately I knew that I had been gifted with a symbolic representation of my own creative mind. It was a land that I had travelled back and forth since childhood, a place where I could endow animals to talk and let eternal winters to reign, where the Faith of one little girl, burning as bright as the flame of a lamppost, can change the course of history…

 

Photograph & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | UK 2014  

The Shades Of Trees

I should imagine by now there is not one single tree on the surface of this earth that has not heard of my wish to live under its shimmering leafy dome because, my soul tells me over and over again, that if there ever was a place You would begin your search for me it would be so under the shade of a tree…

 

The Shades Of Trees

“… there is not one single tree on the surface of this earth that has not heard of my wish to live under its shimmering leafy dome…”

 

 

Photograph & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Painting Of Indian Female Ascetic | Ashmolean Museum | Oxford University | Oxford 2013