James Russel Lowell, 1814 - 1891
Educator, Poet, Scholar and Diplomat
"Poetry frequents and keeps habitable those upper
chambers of the mind that open toward the sun's rising."
Class poet at Harvard, he graduated in l838, and received
a law degree in 1840 but never practiced. A prolific writer
he described the birds and the trees in an essay, and called
himself "the last of the great readers." having learned to read
in several languages. He wrote for abolitionist papers, and
in his magazine "The Pioneer" published the works of Poe,
Whittier and Hawthorne. He was buried near Longfellow.
Thank you James Russel Lowell for your wonderful works.
Here are my poetic words in your honor.
Beneath a downy quilt of snow, All safe from blizzard's harm,
A seed awaits a signal from - The sunshine's soft alarm.
To grow and scatter joy once more, As springtime comes along
And paints upon the rolling hills, Bright tones of silent song.
That tells each soul who cares to know, Of subtle beauties rare,
That emanate when seeds of love, Are sown with tender care.
Unseen, unheard, a voiceless stage, Within the soul of man,
Invites a happy heart to dance, With joy throughout life's span.
To harmonize life's instrument, With patterns in the soul,
To blend with all Earth's orchestra, In rhythm with the whole.
Suzie-Q
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
THE BIRTH
"Hello World, Here I am, I'm looking for a guide,
I see a smile, is that my Mom, I've had a scarey ride,
I see a father over there, And he is smiling too,
And people walking all around, What do they all do?"
Time and patience, my sweet child, This is your new space,
And in your body is your soul, To grow in this Earth place.
Your soul within gives choice to learn, As parents help you grow,
And guide you on Earth's wondrous way, Body, Mind and Soul.
Years pass and then, a new word comes, Responsibility!
Each day a step, each hour a choice, Your soul tells what should be.
Silent whispers from your soul, So gentle, kind and sweet,
Will guide you all your journey through, It really is quite neat.
Loving folks along the way, Pastors, grandparents too,
Teaching, guiding, every day, You choose just what to do.
You'll meet some, friends and foes, They're all part of Earth school,
You will know the right from wrong,
Check with the Golden Rule.
For what you'd like man do to you,
Do likewise unto them, Gently, kindly, loving too,
This Rule of Gold - your gem.
Suzie-Q
I see a smile, is that my Mom, I've had a scarey ride,
I see a father over there, And he is smiling too,
And people walking all around, What do they all do?"
Time and patience, my sweet child, This is your new space,
And in your body is your soul, To grow in this Earth place.
Your soul within gives choice to learn, As parents help you grow,
And guide you on Earth's wondrous way, Body, Mind and Soul.
Years pass and then, a new word comes, Responsibility!
Each day a step, each hour a choice, Your soul tells what should be.
Silent whispers from your soul, So gentle, kind and sweet,
Will guide you all your journey through, It really is quite neat.
Loving folks along the way, Pastors, grandparents too,
Teaching, guiding, every day, You choose just what to do.
You'll meet some, friends and foes, They're all part of Earth school,
You will know the right from wrong,
Check with the Golden Rule.
For what you'd like man do to you,
Do likewise unto them, Gently, kindly, loving too,
This Rule of Gold - your gem.
Suzie-Q
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
SAYINGS OF THE SAGES - WOOD
Henry Wood, 1834 - 1908, Writer
"Whenever we send out loving thoughts in
generous profusion, every part of our
environment echoes back a sweet benediction."
Sometimes a few words like these can inspire
many generations, here are my thoughts in rhyme.
Material things, expressions are
Of spirit's motivate,
The Christ showed how constructive thoughts,
Could shape the spiritual state.
He lived on Earth, in matter showed,
How mind and thought could build,
And manifest creative force,
As each expression wills.
With power stations of beliefs
Man can touch this force,
With concentration of the will
Bring glory or remorse.
So minds and body grow to be
That which they feed upon,
Thoughts, beliefs, activity,
All life's phenomenon.
With mind to build both physical,
And inner spirit too,
The body actions shaped by thoughts
Builds an eternal you.
And sends your joy to all around,
Your woven thoughts move on
To send sweet benedictions forth
With sadness flown and gone.
Suzie-Q
"Whenever we send out loving thoughts in
generous profusion, every part of our
environment echoes back a sweet benediction."
Sometimes a few words like these can inspire
many generations, here are my thoughts in rhyme.
Material things, expressions are
Of spirit's motivate,
The Christ showed how constructive thoughts,
Could shape the spiritual state.
He lived on Earth, in matter showed,
How mind and thought could build,
And manifest creative force,
As each expression wills.
With power stations of beliefs
Man can touch this force,
With concentration of the will
Bring glory or remorse.
So minds and body grow to be
That which they feed upon,
Thoughts, beliefs, activity,
All life's phenomenon.
With mind to build both physical,
And inner spirit too,
The body actions shaped by thoughts
Builds an eternal you.
And sends your joy to all around,
Your woven thoughts move on
To send sweet benedictions forth
With sadness flown and gone.
Suzie-Q
Monday, July 28, 2008
MYSTERY OF THE FOREST
Strolling through a forest glade, A message came to me,
Grasslands hemmed the leaving trees, What secret could this be?
I searched the giant swaying trees, Whose leaves revealed no words,
But danced on gently in the breeze, No other sound was heard.
Their wise words then in silence spoke, No adjectives or verbs,
Nor sentence structure pouring forth, Did feelings speak the words?
From heart to heart the silence spoke, "Recall your Sacred Trust,
Constant in both soul and mind, Safe from theft or rust.
Before you left your Sacred Realm, This trust was granted thee,
On Earth to shine through deeds of love, Each action holds the key,
New challenges await each day, To seal your promise made,
Travelling on the winds of change, Its melodies engage.
To quote a wise and learned one, 'Change is absolute,' *
In whispers, calling constantly, Each action holds strong roots.
A gift of Choice from God above, To guide us through each day.
Its promise whispers caring ways, Through calm or stormy fray.
Our mission be defined as one, Ourselves ONE with this whole,
As unseen forces aid our quest, To choose and reach new goals.
This spiritual energy called Change, Is fuelled by action's force
A breeze that carries seeds of Grace, To progress on life's course.
With joyful heart, I am refreshed, My spirit is renewed,
To carry on this Sacred Trust, Each day with spiritual food.
The challenges of change may come, but heed my silent call,
By caring for all plants and trees, There is enough for all."
*Quote "Change is absolute" by Harvey Green
Suzie-Q
Grasslands hemmed the leaving trees, What secret could this be?
I searched the giant swaying trees, Whose leaves revealed no words,
But danced on gently in the breeze, No other sound was heard.
Their wise words then in silence spoke, No adjectives or verbs,
Nor sentence structure pouring forth, Did feelings speak the words?
From heart to heart the silence spoke, "Recall your Sacred Trust,
Constant in both soul and mind, Safe from theft or rust.
Before you left your Sacred Realm, This trust was granted thee,
On Earth to shine through deeds of love, Each action holds the key,
New challenges await each day, To seal your promise made,
Travelling on the winds of change, Its melodies engage.
To quote a wise and learned one, 'Change is absolute,' *
In whispers, calling constantly, Each action holds strong roots.
A gift of Choice from God above, To guide us through each day.
Its promise whispers caring ways, Through calm or stormy fray.
Our mission be defined as one, Ourselves ONE with this whole,
As unseen forces aid our quest, To choose and reach new goals.
This spiritual energy called Change, Is fuelled by action's force
A breeze that carries seeds of Grace, To progress on life's course.
With joyful heart, I am refreshed, My spirit is renewed,
To carry on this Sacred Trust, Each day with spiritual food.
The challenges of change may come, but heed my silent call,
By caring for all plants and trees, There is enough for all."
*Quote "Change is absolute" by Harvey Green
Suzie-Q
Sunday, July 27, 2008
SAYINGS OF THE SAGES - CLARKE
"To educate the heart, one must be willing to go out of
himself, and come into into loving contact with others."
James Freeman Clarke, 1810 - 1888, Writer of many books including "Ten Great Religions," consisting of two volumes, published in l871 and 1883. He advocated woman suffrage which finally happened in 1929 and women were then classified as persons. During the middle ages slavery existed in western Europe, eastern Roman empire and the Muslim world. The Christian church protested against some phases of slavery like selling Christians to non-Christian slaveholders. Church officials and priests were permitted to hold slaves. Slavery was abolished in the British Empire, Europe, and the Western Hemisphere by the end of the l9th century. In Emperor Trajan's time (98-117 A.D.) in Rome, one out of three persons was a slave. No wonder the elite had so much time for fancy bathing.
Thank you James Freeman Clarke for your part in changing the face
of our world by helping promote new measures of caring and love.
Love undertakes a duty with, No thought of personal gain,
Gives understanding words or thoughts, A touch for those in pain.
A measure cannot show its span, Its value knows no bounds,
That lifts man from despair's dark depths, Where freedom can abound.
To keep the channels flowing on, That only stops if we,
Allow beliefs that limit us, To block its flowing free.
Through time and generations new, This golden thread weaves on,
To lend its healing balm to those, Who tune into its song.
Suzie-Q
himself, and come into into loving contact with others."
James Freeman Clarke, 1810 - 1888, Writer of many books including "Ten Great Religions," consisting of two volumes, published in l871 and 1883. He advocated woman suffrage which finally happened in 1929 and women were then classified as persons. During the middle ages slavery existed in western Europe, eastern Roman empire and the Muslim world. The Christian church protested against some phases of slavery like selling Christians to non-Christian slaveholders. Church officials and priests were permitted to hold slaves. Slavery was abolished in the British Empire, Europe, and the Western Hemisphere by the end of the l9th century. In Emperor Trajan's time (98-117 A.D.) in Rome, one out of three persons was a slave. No wonder the elite had so much time for fancy bathing.
Thank you James Freeman Clarke for your part in changing the face
of our world by helping promote new measures of caring and love.
Love undertakes a duty with, No thought of personal gain,
Gives understanding words or thoughts, A touch for those in pain.
A measure cannot show its span, Its value knows no bounds,
That lifts man from despair's dark depths, Where freedom can abound.
To keep the channels flowing on, That only stops if we,
Allow beliefs that limit us, To block its flowing free.
Through time and generations new, This golden thread weaves on,
To lend its healing balm to those, Who tune into its song.
Suzie-Q
Saturday, July 26, 2008
WORKING TOGETHER
Am I right in thinking that the new generation of children being born in this century appear to be more positive, sincere, and caring than many of the adults now guiding our world affairs. Perhaps we are even now entering a new era of cooperation together with all other planet dwellers, the animals and birds. If you are guessing that these words have come from the quill of a grandparent, that's a good guess. But I feel sure you will agree that when you look into those sincere smiling eyes of our grandchildren, wreathed in smiles of love, things do look hopeful. "A little child shall lead them," the Scriptures tell us. And it seems the birds are singing their praises and gladly offering a quill to help as well. The following is an excerpt is from a fable now being created by a grandparent that puts into words what some of the birds may have in mind and at this moment may be carrying out. They appear to be planning and working together with all creatures and this wonderful new generation.
"Ole, the Owl thanks his group for their assistance. 'Now,' he said using his wise cyber thoughts, 'Who wants to fly with me to check the forests again this very dry summer day. Our mothers are busy preparing for a possible early fall flight south and need not come.'
Soaring gracefully through the air waves they observed another heavily forested mountainside of burnished pine trees. A gentle breeze scattered the frail needles from bowed and dead branches, forming a growing and dangerous layer of tinder-dry kindling. They noticed a camper at a rest area and hovered near. "This isn't the area we camped at last year, there's nothing here," said the van driver, "let's move on - all aboard everyone." He stepped on his discarded cigarette and started his motor. The children had just buckled their seat belts as their father drove away. Ole's sharp ears detected a crackling sound. At the speed of light, he swooped down, followed by his helpers in relays, deftly missing the startled driver's windshield. Checking his mirrors, the man saw a dangerous scene unfolding back at the rest stop. He handed the cell phone to his wife and said, "Call the ranger and tell him to check on a blaze. I should have taken more care to stamp out that cigarette, hang on, we'll try to outrun it, did our call go through?" "Its not ringing, we must be out of range of the tower," she answered.
Suzie-Q
"Ole, the Owl thanks his group for their assistance. 'Now,' he said using his wise cyber thoughts, 'Who wants to fly with me to check the forests again this very dry summer day. Our mothers are busy preparing for a possible early fall flight south and need not come.'
Soaring gracefully through the air waves they observed another heavily forested mountainside of burnished pine trees. A gentle breeze scattered the frail needles from bowed and dead branches, forming a growing and dangerous layer of tinder-dry kindling. They noticed a camper at a rest area and hovered near. "This isn't the area we camped at last year, there's nothing here," said the van driver, "let's move on - all aboard everyone." He stepped on his discarded cigarette and started his motor. The children had just buckled their seat belts as their father drove away. Ole's sharp ears detected a crackling sound. At the speed of light, he swooped down, followed by his helpers in relays, deftly missing the startled driver's windshield. Checking his mirrors, the man saw a dangerous scene unfolding back at the rest stop. He handed the cell phone to his wife and said, "Call the ranger and tell him to check on a blaze. I should have taken more care to stamp out that cigarette, hang on, we'll try to outrun it, did our call go through?" "Its not ringing, we must be out of range of the tower," she answered.
Suzie-Q
Friday, July 25, 2008
THE ALPHABET
Letters are puzzles when standing alone,
But when they are joined can form lovely tones,
New meanings emerge as each finds its place,
Uniting in harmony - beauty and grace.
To write a new novel, or make a new rhyme,
The reader is taken through ages of time.
Of history, and science and cooking and games,
Countries, inventions, and old famous names.
Explorers, musicians, from far away lands,
Give all new life so minds can expand.
Of folks who spread kindness, beauty and love,
Names give them new life, As they're blest from above.
Words also have told of wars new and old,
How Earth was trashed - all must be told,
Marching through time into history's new pages,
Glad days can emerge, to change future ages.
With tunes from the heart sounds, kindness will win,
And living love's way, This new change begins,
Then letters can join to write words all new,
With justice for all, When honest and true.
Since letters say little 'til joined into words,
Uniting in love will bring new voices heard,
Changes can happen for new history's pages,
That tell how the Golden Rule enlightened the ages.
As records of history tell of new life,
How throughout our planet, no longer needs strife.
Such letters with pride will not stand alone,
But tell of this change in strong happy tones.
Suzie-Q
But when they are joined can form lovely tones,
New meanings emerge as each finds its place,
Uniting in harmony - beauty and grace.
To write a new novel, or make a new rhyme,
The reader is taken through ages of time.
Of history, and science and cooking and games,
Countries, inventions, and old famous names.
Explorers, musicians, from far away lands,
Give all new life so minds can expand.
Of folks who spread kindness, beauty and love,
Names give them new life, As they're blest from above.
Words also have told of wars new and old,
How Earth was trashed - all must be told,
Marching through time into history's new pages,
Glad days can emerge, to change future ages.
With tunes from the heart sounds, kindness will win,
And living love's way, This new change begins,
Then letters can join to write words all new,
With justice for all, When honest and true.
Since letters say little 'til joined into words,
Uniting in love will bring new voices heard,
Changes can happen for new history's pages,
That tell how the Golden Rule enlightened the ages.
As records of history tell of new life,
How throughout our planet, no longer needs strife.
Such letters with pride will not stand alone,
But tell of this change in strong happy tones.
Suzie-Q
Thursday, July 24, 2008
SAYINGS OF THE SAGES, BROOKS
Phillips Brooks, 1835 - 1893, Writer, Episcopal Bishop.
"Live deeply, earnestly, in the present, and the
spirit of all the ages shall reveal itself to you."
Phillips Brooks was born in Boston and graduated from Harvard in 1855. He published a number of volumes of sermons and meditations but is most famous for his hymn "O Little Town of Bethlehem."
Thanks, Rev. Brooks, here are a few lines in your honor:
Each life a link within Earth's chain, A spirit clothed in form,
In this eternal now to move, With other spirit's born.
And triune man is part within, This integrated whole,
With ever ancient, ever new, Fountains of the soul.
A spirit essence moving in, This human earthbound shell,
An inner knowing taking form, That living manners tell.
To pour its radiance forth to all, Like rays from morning sun,
On Earth, a spirit clothed in form, With all the whole as one.
In line with soul's desire to move, In daily harmony,
Attuned to earth and planes beyond, A mobile spirit free.
In unity, its strength combines, To reach a common goal,
In love and service walking in, The footprints of the soul.
Suzie-Q
"Live deeply, earnestly, in the present, and the
spirit of all the ages shall reveal itself to you."
Phillips Brooks was born in Boston and graduated from Harvard in 1855. He published a number of volumes of sermons and meditations but is most famous for his hymn "O Little Town of Bethlehem."
Thanks, Rev. Brooks, here are a few lines in your honor:
Each life a link within Earth's chain, A spirit clothed in form,
In this eternal now to move, With other spirit's born.
And triune man is part within, This integrated whole,
With ever ancient, ever new, Fountains of the soul.
A spirit essence moving in, This human earthbound shell,
An inner knowing taking form, That living manners tell.
To pour its radiance forth to all, Like rays from morning sun,
On Earth, a spirit clothed in form, With all the whole as one.
In line with soul's desire to move, In daily harmony,
Attuned to earth and planes beyond, A mobile spirit free.
In unity, its strength combines, To reach a common goal,
In love and service walking in, The footprints of the soul.
Suzie-Q
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
WIND AND THE SUN
Two cousins met one pleasant day,
Surnames: Beam and Storm,
Hi there Beam, Storm shouted loud,
"Want to see me perform? I can kick up
quite a breeze, Impress folks like you do.
With power and mighty thunderclaps,
I have more power than you.
See that man with buttoned coat, I could rip it
off him now,
To prove I have more power than you
Want me to show you how?"
And so Storm pressed his point until
Beam said, "Okay, just set a time,
You've often challenged me to prove
The strength of power or shine."
The overcoat had buttons free,
And Storm revved up a blast,
Peppered all with thunderclaps,
Until the timeline passed.
The man just buttoned up his coat
Clung tightly to a pole,
Until Storm's power ran out of steam,
And could not reach his goal.
Then Beam stepped forward, bidding sun,
"Please roll his clouds away,"
And all those cozy sunny rays,
Sent warmth and love that day.
The man ripped off his coat right then,
And clapped his hands with glee,
So wonderful it is to have, The warmth of
Sunshine free. And so the cousins both agreed,
Those warm and sunny ways,
Held greater strength than stormy blasts
To bring Earth peaceful days.
Then Sunny Beam and Blasty Storm
Became the best of friends.
And all the world took notice how
All NATION'S made amends.
Suzie-Q
Surnames: Beam and Storm,
Hi there Beam, Storm shouted loud,
"Want to see me perform? I can kick up
quite a breeze, Impress folks like you do.
With power and mighty thunderclaps,
I have more power than you.
See that man with buttoned coat, I could rip it
off him now,
To prove I have more power than you
Want me to show you how?"
And so Storm pressed his point until
Beam said, "Okay, just set a time,
You've often challenged me to prove
The strength of power or shine."
The overcoat had buttons free,
And Storm revved up a blast,
Peppered all with thunderclaps,
Until the timeline passed.
The man just buttoned up his coat
Clung tightly to a pole,
Until Storm's power ran out of steam,
And could not reach his goal.
Then Beam stepped forward, bidding sun,
"Please roll his clouds away,"
And all those cozy sunny rays,
Sent warmth and love that day.
The man ripped off his coat right then,
And clapped his hands with glee,
So wonderful it is to have, The warmth of
Sunshine free. And so the cousins both agreed,
Those warm and sunny ways,
Held greater strength than stormy blasts
To bring Earth peaceful days.
Then Sunny Beam and Blasty Storm
Became the best of friends.
And all the world took notice how
All NATION'S made amends.
Suzie-Q
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
MOTHER SHIP
Alone in my small boat of life, Sailing on life's sea,
A wise and silent Mother Ship, Past reefs is guiding me.
Companion vessels crest each wave, Through darkened hours of night,
The Mother Ship directs our turns, We're guided with her light.
When daybreak puts the night to rest, Some boats head for the shore,
Where we are offered power and wealth, And promised ease and more.
Our Mother Ship invites us all, To keep our chosen way,
With reverence for all other lives, That sail life's sea each day.
The Mother Ship still urges us, To stay our chosen course,
Invites us to continue on, But gently without force.
I follow with some boats to port, The Mother Ship grows dim,
I hear quarrels at the port, I turn and leave their din.
Their fights concern - who has the power, And wealth to live false ways,
My tiller chooses Mother Ship, I wish for peaceful days.
I turn toward our guiding light, Relieved to be on course,
Rejecting quarreling groups at port, With rules to live by force.
No need to live their wasted lives, Shortcuts to wealth with greed,
This peace, far from confusion's shore, And joys to meet each need.
My compass finds the Mother Ship, Each choice confirms the way,
Cooperation's powerful choice, Guides throughout each day.
To take us safe through perils in life, To reach our promised goals.
Our contract to accept God's way, Held within our souls.
Suzie-Q
A wise and silent Mother Ship, Past reefs is guiding me.
Companion vessels crest each wave, Through darkened hours of night,
The Mother Ship directs our turns, We're guided with her light.
When daybreak puts the night to rest, Some boats head for the shore,
Where we are offered power and wealth, And promised ease and more.
Our Mother Ship invites us all, To keep our chosen way,
With reverence for all other lives, That sail life's sea each day.
The Mother Ship still urges us, To stay our chosen course,
Invites us to continue on, But gently without force.
I follow with some boats to port, The Mother Ship grows dim,
I hear quarrels at the port, I turn and leave their din.
Their fights concern - who has the power, And wealth to live false ways,
My tiller chooses Mother Ship, I wish for peaceful days.
I turn toward our guiding light, Relieved to be on course,
Rejecting quarreling groups at port, With rules to live by force.
No need to live their wasted lives, Shortcuts to wealth with greed,
This peace, far from confusion's shore, And joys to meet each need.
My compass finds the Mother Ship, Each choice confirms the way,
Cooperation's powerful choice, Guides throughout each day.
To take us safe through perils in life, To reach our promised goals.
Our contract to accept God's way, Held within our souls.
Suzie-Q
Monday, July 21, 2008
SAGES SAYINGS, BEECHER
SAYINGS OF THE SAGES
Henry Ward Beecher, 1813 - 1887, Reformer, Orator
"Have a good word for everyone or else keep silent."
Prominent as an eloquent speaker, he supported many causes, including being very much against slavery. He graduated from Amhurst College and took further studies at Lane Theological Seminary. In 1847 he accepted a call to the Congregational Plymouth Church, and remained there the rest of his life. It became one of the largest in the United States. It would bring much joy in the world if his above quotation were daily practiced.
Sometimes it helps to memorize a few words of rhyme to help fix his words that might fit into a challenge in our own lives, and be able to avoid all unnecesssary criticisms of anyone. Memorize one of my verses here or make one of your own and add more to your happiness.
Kind thoughts and words and deeds will make, True happiness abound,
When sharing of these simple things, That in the heart are found.
A store within of helpful words, Waits for our choice to make,
To mix with mirth and friendliness, And share as each partakes.
A giving of the natural scene, A light within the eyes,
Illuminates each smile of love, These are the things most prized.
A gentle understanding touch, With thanks for work well done,
Lights happy lamps through memories lane, Recalling times of fun.
Each smile and prayer, each deed of love, Reflects within life's pool,
Returning to the sender peace, Daily in life's school.
The times of giving self with love, Sends forth vibrations true,
That sets the tone and tune of life, In all we say and do.
Suzie-Q
Henry Ward Beecher, 1813 - 1887, Reformer, Orator
"Have a good word for everyone or else keep silent."
Prominent as an eloquent speaker, he supported many causes, including being very much against slavery. He graduated from Amhurst College and took further studies at Lane Theological Seminary. In 1847 he accepted a call to the Congregational Plymouth Church, and remained there the rest of his life. It became one of the largest in the United States. It would bring much joy in the world if his above quotation were daily practiced.
Sometimes it helps to memorize a few words of rhyme to help fix his words that might fit into a challenge in our own lives, and be able to avoid all unnecesssary criticisms of anyone. Memorize one of my verses here or make one of your own and add more to your happiness.
Kind thoughts and words and deeds will make, True happiness abound,
When sharing of these simple things, That in the heart are found.
A store within of helpful words, Waits for our choice to make,
To mix with mirth and friendliness, And share as each partakes.
A giving of the natural scene, A light within the eyes,
Illuminates each smile of love, These are the things most prized.
A gentle understanding touch, With thanks for work well done,
Lights happy lamps through memories lane, Recalling times of fun.
Each smile and prayer, each deed of love, Reflects within life's pool,
Returning to the sender peace, Daily in life's school.
The times of giving self with love, Sends forth vibrations true,
That sets the tone and tune of life, In all we say and do.
Suzie-Q
Sunday, July 20, 2008
CHILDREN
Children, these wonderful human beings that bring us such
joy, happiness and hope for a better future for our world.
To love and laugh and learn of life, your children come to you,
Though with you, each their own life builds, while watching all you do,
As children of the Universe, through you they find a way,
Upon this jewelled planet set, a soul spun forth in clay.
Your love they need to nurture life, their thoughts are all their own,
Each orbits an eternal soul, like stars to shine alone.
Yet not alone, but one with all, reflecting through the night,
'Til heavens gold and fiery ball obscures them from the sight
The longing of each heart seeks for our understanding too,
Transcending through to spiritual things, and values that ring true,
And while you house their bodies, give love and tender care,
Tomorrow's land their search compels, as minds become aware.
To fly, as arrows leave the bow, like comets in the night
And mark upon the infinite, a pattern in their flight.
Their plan upon the loom of life, a fabric new, yet old,
A hope to live the Golden Rule, the way of love unfold.
Suzie-Q
joy, happiness and hope for a better future for our world.
To love and laugh and learn of life, your children come to you,
Though with you, each their own life builds, while watching all you do,
As children of the Universe, through you they find a way,
Upon this jewelled planet set, a soul spun forth in clay.
Your love they need to nurture life, their thoughts are all their own,
Each orbits an eternal soul, like stars to shine alone.
Yet not alone, but one with all, reflecting through the night,
'Til heavens gold and fiery ball obscures them from the sight
The longing of each heart seeks for our understanding too,
Transcending through to spiritual things, and values that ring true,
And while you house their bodies, give love and tender care,
Tomorrow's land their search compels, as minds become aware.
To fly, as arrows leave the bow, like comets in the night
And mark upon the infinite, a pattern in their flight.
Their plan upon the loom of life, a fabric new, yet old,
A hope to live the Golden Rule, the way of love unfold.
Suzie-Q
Saturday, July 19, 2008
HEART'S MUSIC
TUNING TO THE MUSIC OF THE HEART
Here are some words that came to me this morning.
Let me share this heart tune with you. It's always
available in any empty moment.
More than you may realize, You're loved more than you know,
It seeps through dark and sunshine, In dreams and daylight glow,
Seeing with the heart's eyes - Its gentle quiet beat,
Moves throughout each cell to seal, Safely in soul's seat.
To cheer each passing moment as, The heart releases tones,
Of Caring, Love and Gratitude, Assures you're not alone.
A joyous prayer of thankfulness, Rises from its font,
Heart's music stealing silently, Life's problems to surmount.
Suzie-Q
Here are some words that came to me this morning.
Let me share this heart tune with you. It's always
available in any empty moment.
More than you may realize, You're loved more than you know,
It seeps through dark and sunshine, In dreams and daylight glow,
Seeing with the heart's eyes - Its gentle quiet beat,
Moves throughout each cell to seal, Safely in soul's seat.
To cheer each passing moment as, The heart releases tones,
Of Caring, Love and Gratitude, Assures you're not alone.
A joyous prayer of thankfulness, Rises from its font,
Heart's music stealing silently, Life's problems to surmount.
Suzie-Q
Friday, July 18, 2008
AUTOGENIC HEALING
Autogenic healing - Doc, Is that just what you said?
I thought you gave prescriptions - You have no magic meds?
I've come from many miles away, I need your help right now,
I don't have time for learning new, Do trainers show me how?
Advice left on my cell phone, From friends both far and near,
Told of healing through your help, Delay I need not fear.
"In brief," the doctor stated, "The element of time,
May not take you long to learn, Consider how you dine?
Not just what feeds the physical, But thoughts of every kind,
The body has its own cell phones, Each moment, uses mind.
Its inner wisdom brings your help, Instructions to each cell,
Sends that needed to each part, Its wireless wisdom tells.
The seeds of change set in life's soil, Need only your command,
Subconscious mind will carry through, It really is quite grand.
In quiet states the cortex sends, The limbic lessons taught,
Translates them to the body cells, The needed help you've sought.
Visualized, Desired and Willed, New windows open wide,
You've found that autogenic help, That nature's cells provide.
Subconscious self knows how to heal, But needs the limbic brain,
To slip through levels of consciousness, To meet each need or pain.
Unsullied, grows much like a plant, No need to dig up seed,
To see how much each thought has grown, Subconscious does the deed.
The wisdom you have prayed for, is there in full supply,
Download these words of wisdom given, Selection thoughts are nigh.
Right there in your computer brain, The Will can carry through,
What choice you make, the plan you take, It all is up to you.
And think about the kinds of foods - More veggies, salads, fruits,
Small servings only of red meats, More greens, some with their roots.
Happy dining, happy home, As hearts beat with delight,
The brain will be a joyous one, As you practice this new light.
Suzie-Q
I thought you gave prescriptions - You have no magic meds?
I've come from many miles away, I need your help right now,
I don't have time for learning new, Do trainers show me how?
Advice left on my cell phone, From friends both far and near,
Told of healing through your help, Delay I need not fear.
"In brief," the doctor stated, "The element of time,
May not take you long to learn, Consider how you dine?
Not just what feeds the physical, But thoughts of every kind,
The body has its own cell phones, Each moment, uses mind.
Its inner wisdom brings your help, Instructions to each cell,
Sends that needed to each part, Its wireless wisdom tells.
The seeds of change set in life's soil, Need only your command,
Subconscious mind will carry through, It really is quite grand.
In quiet states the cortex sends, The limbic lessons taught,
Translates them to the body cells, The needed help you've sought.
Visualized, Desired and Willed, New windows open wide,
You've found that autogenic help, That nature's cells provide.
Subconscious self knows how to heal, But needs the limbic brain,
To slip through levels of consciousness, To meet each need or pain.
Unsullied, grows much like a plant, No need to dig up seed,
To see how much each thought has grown, Subconscious does the deed.
The wisdom you have prayed for, is there in full supply,
Download these words of wisdom given, Selection thoughts are nigh.
Right there in your computer brain, The Will can carry through,
What choice you make, the plan you take, It all is up to you.
And think about the kinds of foods - More veggies, salads, fruits,
Small servings only of red meats, More greens, some with their roots.
Happy dining, happy home, As hearts beat with delight,
The brain will be a joyous one, As you practice this new light.
Suzie-Q
Thursday, July 17, 2008
FLIGHT OF THE EAGLE
FLIGHT OF THE EAGLE
Perched high upon a branch, she viewed, The swirling leaves of fall,
Tumbling, galloping in the wind, With no control at all.
With graceful moves, the eagle stirred, And winged in graceful flight,
Intent to reach her cozy nest, And safety for the night.
No fears when facing weather's mood, An elegant spirit she,
An expert in the rules of flight, Her birthright flying free.
Each wing and tail feather flicked, To streak through winds, or calm,
Her choice and intent guides the route, Its fresh and healing balm.
Like her, each one upon the Earth, May elegant spirits be,
As Thoughts and Words and Intents form, to choose that Harmony.
Cooperation leads the way, And reverence for all life,
And sharing, ride through unknown gales, Avoiding wars or strife.
The winds in life brings challenges, So souls may forward move,
Like feathers of both wings and tail, Harmonious ways will choose.
And thus each soul may forward move, An elegant spirit be,
As tools of thought with actions build, A life of Harmony.
The parent eagles train their chicks, Instructs them one and all,
To orient each chick through life, And southbound flights each fall.
Just as our parents guide our lives, As children watch each day,
Through growing years to honor life, Examples show the way.
Suzie-Q
Perched high upon a branch, she viewed, The swirling leaves of fall,
Tumbling, galloping in the wind, With no control at all.
With graceful moves, the eagle stirred, And winged in graceful flight,
Intent to reach her cozy nest, And safety for the night.
No fears when facing weather's mood, An elegant spirit she,
An expert in the rules of flight, Her birthright flying free.
Each wing and tail feather flicked, To streak through winds, or calm,
Her choice and intent guides the route, Its fresh and healing balm.
Like her, each one upon the Earth, May elegant spirits be,
As Thoughts and Words and Intents form, to choose that Harmony.
Cooperation leads the way, And reverence for all life,
And sharing, ride through unknown gales, Avoiding wars or strife.
The winds in life brings challenges, So souls may forward move,
Like feathers of both wings and tail, Harmonious ways will choose.
And thus each soul may forward move, An elegant spirit be,
As tools of thought with actions build, A life of Harmony.
The parent eagles train their chicks, Instructs them one and all,
To orient each chick through life, And southbound flights each fall.
Just as our parents guide our lives, As children watch each day,
Through growing years to honor life, Examples show the way.
Suzie-Q
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
SAYINGS OF THE SAGES - DAVINCI
Leonardo da Vinci, 1452 - 1519, Italian painter, sculptor, with many ingenious works in anatomy, botany, geology, hydraulics and mechanics.
"Vitality and beauty are gifts of nature for those who live
according to its laws."
Leonardo wrote left handed in mirror writing, (letters are made backward.)
His mother was an Italian peasant girl and as a child he roamed the hills, sketching plants and rocks. Early boyhood was spent with his father's parents. At about sixteen his father, a lawyer, took him to Florence to study painting. He never married. In 1495 he began painting "The Last Supper." In 1503 he started painting the Mona Lisa, the wife of a Florentine merchant (the painting is now in the Louvre in Paris.) Leonardo was so fascinated himself with it, he worked on the Mona Lisa for years. He left sketches including flying machines, parachutes and helicopters. Many books were written about him and can be found in local libraries.
Thanks Leonardo, for the many wonderful works you left. Here are some words I have dedicated to him:
A thirsty desert felt the rush, Of season's early showers,
That changed the barren sandy dunes, To bright and fragrant bowers.
Imparting beauty through the land, As colors blend in form,
A sweet and gentle fragrance, To meet the early morn.
Its beauty moved as energy, In rays from depths within,
Illuminating body forms, Through patterns each life spins.
To harmonize with All-That-Is, In thought and deed and act,
Its gentle fragrance woven with, Forbearance, love and tact.
That's seen within all lovely things, That good grace manifests,
In tune with true desires of soul, Love's beauty to express.
That joins the flow of life in time, A channel flowing free,
Soul's beauty holds a lighthouse bold, While sailing through life's sea.
Suzie-Q
"Vitality and beauty are gifts of nature for those who live
according to its laws."
Leonardo wrote left handed in mirror writing, (letters are made backward.)
His mother was an Italian peasant girl and as a child he roamed the hills, sketching plants and rocks. Early boyhood was spent with his father's parents. At about sixteen his father, a lawyer, took him to Florence to study painting. He never married. In 1495 he began painting "The Last Supper." In 1503 he started painting the Mona Lisa, the wife of a Florentine merchant (the painting is now in the Louvre in Paris.) Leonardo was so fascinated himself with it, he worked on the Mona Lisa for years. He left sketches including flying machines, parachutes and helicopters. Many books were written about him and can be found in local libraries.
Thanks Leonardo, for the many wonderful works you left. Here are some words I have dedicated to him:
A thirsty desert felt the rush, Of season's early showers,
That changed the barren sandy dunes, To bright and fragrant bowers.
Imparting beauty through the land, As colors blend in form,
A sweet and gentle fragrance, To meet the early morn.
Its beauty moved as energy, In rays from depths within,
Illuminating body forms, Through patterns each life spins.
To harmonize with All-That-Is, In thought and deed and act,
Its gentle fragrance woven with, Forbearance, love and tact.
That's seen within all lovely things, That good grace manifests,
In tune with true desires of soul, Love's beauty to express.
That joins the flow of life in time, A channel flowing free,
Soul's beauty holds a lighthouse bold, While sailing through life's sea.
Suzie-Q
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
SUMMER GAMES
Here's a fun game for summer days when it's raining. Pick a name, perhaps your best friend and place the letters vertically. Double or triple space and then make a little poem about all the nice things about them.
Here is an example of a wonderful person I've known almost all my life.
G - Is for Goodness, your presence a treat,
E - Enriching the lives of all whom you meet,
R - Resourceful and kind with your pleasant smile,
T - Thoughtful and caring, neat and in style,
R - Reliable, responsible, and oh so much more,
You make our lives better, we feel restored.
U - Upright in action, uplifting us all,
Just like a sister, you make us stand tall.
D - Dependable always, thinking only of good,
I pray to be like you, in true sisterhood.
E - Endearing to family, as well as your friends
Each day, loving thoughts to you I send.
These words tell the meaning of your special name,
Each letter invites you its values to claim.
Free every day - from your Heart's Super Store.
You live, and we notice as these gifts are explored.
You take from your heart, share and live them each day.
It's a joy to recall your bright sunny ways.
Love, Suzie-Q
Here is an example of a wonderful person I've known almost all my life.
G - Is for Goodness, your presence a treat,
E - Enriching the lives of all whom you meet,
R - Resourceful and kind with your pleasant smile,
T - Thoughtful and caring, neat and in style,
R - Reliable, responsible, and oh so much more,
You make our lives better, we feel restored.
U - Upright in action, uplifting us all,
Just like a sister, you make us stand tall.
D - Dependable always, thinking only of good,
I pray to be like you, in true sisterhood.
E - Endearing to family, as well as your friends
Each day, loving thoughts to you I send.
These words tell the meaning of your special name,
Each letter invites you its values to claim.
Free every day - from your Heart's Super Store.
You live, and we notice as these gifts are explored.
You take from your heart, share and live them each day.
It's a joy to recall your bright sunny ways.
Love, Suzie-Q
Monday, July 14, 2008
THE INVISIBLE SEED
Sunlight cheered the dawning day, Another gift of time,
To choose the seeds that do the deeds, That nourish body-mind.
Though heart seeds are invisible, When sown bear lovely fruit,
They're known as The Beattitudes, In Matthew and in Luke.
The soil of opportunity, Appears most everywhere,
Affecting every phase of life, So we must plant with care,
Both physical and spiritual needs, For body, mind and hearts,
It starts with seeds to do the deeds, Each Earthling has a part.
A fallen one has tumbled down, A sloping thorny patch,
A caring hand reached out to help, And rescued with dispatch.
Ah, that satisfaction feel, You've helped make someone's day,
More opportunities await, To spread more kindness rays.
To nourish yet another soul, With growth from last year's seed,
That spreads abroad the fruits of love, To meet another's need.
Life's journey moved the years along, Seeds planted long ago,
Have sprung from former gifts of love, I wept with joy to know.
'Twas all a part of God's design, Each deed from you and me,
Inspires other hearts to give, Unbounded love flows free.
To know each seed that's planted brings, A fruiting of its kind,
Whate'er the need, just plant that seed, As thoughts may send to mind.
And as these seeds spring forth each day, Enjoy their lovely flower arrays.
Fruit appears when blooms are through, With still more gifts for you.
The living seed still carries on, Inspiring other hearts,
Who feel the joy of giving, And want to play their part.
To realize that cherished hope, God's spirit does the rest,
Our search through time, that Peace on Earth, Fulfillment of life's quest.
Suzie-Q
To choose the seeds that do the deeds, That nourish body-mind.
Though heart seeds are invisible, When sown bear lovely fruit,
They're known as The Beattitudes, In Matthew and in Luke.
The soil of opportunity, Appears most everywhere,
Affecting every phase of life, So we must plant with care,
Both physical and spiritual needs, For body, mind and hearts,
It starts with seeds to do the deeds, Each Earthling has a part.
A fallen one has tumbled down, A sloping thorny patch,
A caring hand reached out to help, And rescued with dispatch.
Ah, that satisfaction feel, You've helped make someone's day,
More opportunities await, To spread more kindness rays.
To nourish yet another soul, With growth from last year's seed,
That spreads abroad the fruits of love, To meet another's need.
Life's journey moved the years along, Seeds planted long ago,
Have sprung from former gifts of love, I wept with joy to know.
'Twas all a part of God's design, Each deed from you and me,
Inspires other hearts to give, Unbounded love flows free.
To know each seed that's planted brings, A fruiting of its kind,
Whate'er the need, just plant that seed, As thoughts may send to mind.
And as these seeds spring forth each day, Enjoy their lovely flower arrays.
Fruit appears when blooms are through, With still more gifts for you.
The living seed still carries on, Inspiring other hearts,
Who feel the joy of giving, And want to play their part.
To realize that cherished hope, God's spirit does the rest,
Our search through time, that Peace on Earth, Fulfillment of life's quest.
Suzie-Q
Sunday, July 13, 2008
SAYINGS OF THE SAGES
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Writer, (1806 - 1861)
"Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God."
Thank you Elizabeth for those wonderful words
and all the writings you created for us during
your all too short life of fifty five years.
Here are some words I have penned to remind all of us to enjoy
and appreciate the beauty and need for all Earth's seasons.
In green and gold and scarlet tones, Earth's fashions of delight,
Unfold and decorate our world, With flashy colors bright.
Too soon, it seems, comes harvest sleep, To bring a season's rest,
To temperate zones the birds have flown, To be a season's guest.
Sharp frosty chills from alpine hills, Roll down the summer's sun
Without a word the leaves have stirred, And slid down one by one.
In nature's way, without delay, A downy quilt of snow,
Tucks all in tight for winter's night, Safe from the stormy blow.
Some animals have found a den, Though Polar Bears need cool,
Each one fills a season's need, For that is nature's rule.
'Till spring stirs from the friendly hills, And misty eyed with dew,
A host of dainty buttercups, Raise spring bouquets to view.
And whisper in the early breeze, That spring has come once more,
They nod and wave in promenade, O'er valleys, hills and shores.
And in a lovely wordless way, Recount the winter's night,
Its tempest laying waste the flowers, But seeds safe from its blight.
To grow and scatter joy once more, With spring's joy come along,
And paint upon the rolling hills, Bright tones of silent song.
That tells each soul who cares to know, Of subtle beauties rare,
That emanate when seeds of love, Are sown with tender care.
Unseen, unheard, a voiceless stage, Within the soul of man,
On which a happy heart may dance, With joy throughout life's span.
To harmonize life's instrument, With patterns in the soul,
That blends with all Earth's orchestra, In rhythm with the whole.
Suzie-Q
"Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God."
Thank you Elizabeth for those wonderful words
and all the writings you created for us during
your all too short life of fifty five years.
Here are some words I have penned to remind all of us to enjoy
and appreciate the beauty and need for all Earth's seasons.
In green and gold and scarlet tones, Earth's fashions of delight,
Unfold and decorate our world, With flashy colors bright.
Too soon, it seems, comes harvest sleep, To bring a season's rest,
To temperate zones the birds have flown, To be a season's guest.
Sharp frosty chills from alpine hills, Roll down the summer's sun
Without a word the leaves have stirred, And slid down one by one.
In nature's way, without delay, A downy quilt of snow,
Tucks all in tight for winter's night, Safe from the stormy blow.
Some animals have found a den, Though Polar Bears need cool,
Each one fills a season's need, For that is nature's rule.
'Till spring stirs from the friendly hills, And misty eyed with dew,
A host of dainty buttercups, Raise spring bouquets to view.
And whisper in the early breeze, That spring has come once more,
They nod and wave in promenade, O'er valleys, hills and shores.
And in a lovely wordless way, Recount the winter's night,
Its tempest laying waste the flowers, But seeds safe from its blight.
To grow and scatter joy once more, With spring's joy come along,
And paint upon the rolling hills, Bright tones of silent song.
That tells each soul who cares to know, Of subtle beauties rare,
That emanate when seeds of love, Are sown with tender care.
Unseen, unheard, a voiceless stage, Within the soul of man,
On which a happy heart may dance, With joy throughout life's span.
To harmonize life's instrument, With patterns in the soul,
That blends with all Earth's orchestra, In rhythm with the whole.
Suzie-Q
Saturday, July 12, 2008
THE BOAT RIDE
The shoreline hemmed with leaving trees, Waves rippled silently,
Our boat rocked gently on the lake, The undertow moved free.
I felt a power of calm and strength, As ripples formed a wake,
Watched the ducks that bobbed along, A shoreline path to take.
Verdant hills looked from the shore, Inviting food and rest.
Did my wake influence those ducks, And where they'd build their nest
Does intuition guide us all, To blend with nature's plan,
Reflecting with the mood of spring, And send these thoughts to man?
As nature shares her gifts of food, Renewing them each year,
The beauty of her works of art, Ours to see and hear,
A living gallery of art, That needs no frame or wall,
Inspiring, sharing season's gifts, Winter, Spring and fall.
No paint or brushes does she need, No man made gallery,
Her easel growing from our Earth, With sun and rain, her key.
An energy that blesses all, Continues through all time,
IF we cease polluting ways, Earth home is yours and mine.
That's when actions make good marks, Upon God's perfect art,
In silent listening, we can hear, Each one plays a part.
Heartspeak, it could be labelled, That always carries on,
Restore to Earth her pristine art, Is nature's warning song.
Performance Art - from everyone, Sounds come from far and near,
A global village tuning with, The music of the spheres.
As we join with Earth's Orchestra, Each child, woman, and man,
Together could bring Peace on Earth, Creator's perfect plan.
Creator offers thoughts each day, Suggesting paths to take,
Our choices, disciplines and acts, Influence those in our wake.
When we toss a stone or even trash, Into Earth's pristine waters,
It influences every living thing, Earth's future sons and daughters.
Ripples gentle, or giant waves, Can bless or devastate,
Depending on our choices made, The wake that we create.
Suzie-Q
Our boat rocked gently on the lake, The undertow moved free.
I felt a power of calm and strength, As ripples formed a wake,
Watched the ducks that bobbed along, A shoreline path to take.
Verdant hills looked from the shore, Inviting food and rest.
Did my wake influence those ducks, And where they'd build their nest
Does intuition guide us all, To blend with nature's plan,
Reflecting with the mood of spring, And send these thoughts to man?
As nature shares her gifts of food, Renewing them each year,
The beauty of her works of art, Ours to see and hear,
A living gallery of art, That needs no frame or wall,
Inspiring, sharing season's gifts, Winter, Spring and fall.
No paint or brushes does she need, No man made gallery,
Her easel growing from our Earth, With sun and rain, her key.
An energy that blesses all, Continues through all time,
IF we cease polluting ways, Earth home is yours and mine.
That's when actions make good marks, Upon God's perfect art,
In silent listening, we can hear, Each one plays a part.
Heartspeak, it could be labelled, That always carries on,
Restore to Earth her pristine art, Is nature's warning song.
Performance Art - from everyone, Sounds come from far and near,
A global village tuning with, The music of the spheres.
As we join with Earth's Orchestra, Each child, woman, and man,
Together could bring Peace on Earth, Creator's perfect plan.
Creator offers thoughts each day, Suggesting paths to take,
Our choices, disciplines and acts, Influence those in our wake.
When we toss a stone or even trash, Into Earth's pristine waters,
It influences every living thing, Earth's future sons and daughters.
Ripples gentle, or giant waves, Can bless or devastate,
Depending on our choices made, The wake that we create.
Suzie-Q
Friday, July 11, 2008
SAYINGS OF THE SAGES
Paul Dresser, 1857 - 1911, Composer
"Character is not only written in the face,
expressed in conduct and language, but
is sent forth as a thought atmosphere."
I have added the following verse as a
a reminder to myself to live with care.
Written on the heart of all, and on the face of time,
With thoughts, desires, plans and deeds, as lives are intertwined.
That builds the countenance of each, and shapes how that soul lives,
And writes upon the face of time, the atmosphere each gives.
As natural as the birth of spring, joins in the flow of time,
The mothers of beliefs are thoughts, that shape desired climb.
And if we pass through trial's way, thoughts may have made it thus,
To show that we have missed the way, our soul desired for us.
For values true are never lost, unless they're cast aside,
When thoughts of hate like reckless cars, with inner plans collide.
The window of the conscious mind, surveys the outer side,
Perceives desires of inner man, and asks the soul to guide.
And as its giant camera swings to focus and direct,
Producer, which is soul of man, directs what thought has set.
Suzie-Q
"Character is not only written in the face,
expressed in conduct and language, but
is sent forth as a thought atmosphere."
I have added the following verse as a
a reminder to myself to live with care.
Written on the heart of all, and on the face of time,
With thoughts, desires, plans and deeds, as lives are intertwined.
That builds the countenance of each, and shapes how that soul lives,
And writes upon the face of time, the atmosphere each gives.
As natural as the birth of spring, joins in the flow of time,
The mothers of beliefs are thoughts, that shape desired climb.
And if we pass through trial's way, thoughts may have made it thus,
To show that we have missed the way, our soul desired for us.
For values true are never lost, unless they're cast aside,
When thoughts of hate like reckless cars, with inner plans collide.
The window of the conscious mind, surveys the outer side,
Perceives desires of inner man, and asks the soul to guide.
And as its giant camera swings to focus and direct,
Producer, which is soul of man, directs what thought has set.
Suzie-Q
Thursday, July 10, 2008
PRAIRIE DAYS
Today the hands of time took me back to the prairies and stops me at nearly five years old. The frost is out of the ground, the creeks are running and my older siblings have walked off to school. My baby sister seems to be mainly good for looking cute and keeping Mother busy feeding and doing laundry. Dad has shouldered a spade and is checking the dikes. Mother is starting to make soap to replenish laundry supplies when I ask to go out to play in the south pasture. The birds are busy with nesting and tuning up their grass shacks. Mother is glad to see me out of the house to be sure I don't get into the lye she uses to make soap. A few years before I had sampled the sweet tasting but poisonous fly paper she kept in small lids on the window sill. That morning she had somehow found time to read the "Homemakers Column" in the weekly Free Press which contained the antidote for this poison; milk, readily available on the farm. The nearest clinic is in Medicine Hat, 65 horse drawn-miles away.
Since age four I had my own self-appointed job waiting for me in the pasture, a childish war against the cowbirds. They laid their eggs in the nests of other birds that placed a burden on the rightful nest owner. When the nest owners noticed me, of course they dive bombed and tried to get me out of their territory. But I would dodge through the thorny bushes, with bleeding knees and sure enough find the speckled eggs of the cowbird cuddling comfortably with those of the rightful nest owner. Of course they didn't realize their parents were welfare bums and being a little larger bird would reach over and easily get the food first. I always wondered why the true parents didn't pitch the speckled eggs out and save me the trouble. What I didn't know at that time was that when the true parents tried to do so they were punished by the larger cowbirds who would toss out the eggs or chicks of the true nest owners. So I was doing more harm than good. I tried to help by gathering worms and dropping them into these wide-open beaks. One of my older brothers told me later, "You have to chew it up for them first!" In the meantime cowbird mothers had little to do except cavort around and eyeball other males whom they felt sure might not be welfare fathers. Does this remind you of some of the adult wars around the globe or the British complaint "The burden of the colonies".
Suzie-Q
Since age four I had my own self-appointed job waiting for me in the pasture, a childish war against the cowbirds. They laid their eggs in the nests of other birds that placed a burden on the rightful nest owner. When the nest owners noticed me, of course they dive bombed and tried to get me out of their territory. But I would dodge through the thorny bushes, with bleeding knees and sure enough find the speckled eggs of the cowbird cuddling comfortably with those of the rightful nest owner. Of course they didn't realize their parents were welfare bums and being a little larger bird would reach over and easily get the food first. I always wondered why the true parents didn't pitch the speckled eggs out and save me the trouble. What I didn't know at that time was that when the true parents tried to do so they were punished by the larger cowbirds who would toss out the eggs or chicks of the true nest owners. So I was doing more harm than good. I tried to help by gathering worms and dropping them into these wide-open beaks. One of my older brothers told me later, "You have to chew it up for them first!" In the meantime cowbird mothers had little to do except cavort around and eyeball other males whom they felt sure might not be welfare fathers. Does this remind you of some of the adult wars around the globe or the British complaint "The burden of the colonies".
Suzie-Q
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
THE OWL
While listening to a story of the bravery of a friend rescuing a buddy, I wondered if there might be other stories out there that should be told. It need not be dramatic, perhaps something as simple as calling 911 or lending a helping hand to someone in urgent need. Use the "comment spot" by the little pencil at the end of each Blog for a contact.
Here is the story of someone who helped a small owl chick who was jolted awake one morning from his cozy feather bed to the grind of a steel blade scraping at him. The CBC interviewed a teacher who told how sudents could learn any foreign language much faster by reading rhyme poetry - after memorizing a few basic words in the new language.
Grinding blades sliced through the soil and flung the chick away,
I took him home and searched for food to satisfy that day.
I found just what he needed, where sparrows took a fall
From their overcrowded nests - with mice he relished all.
His tummy sorted out the food, with quiet manners meek,
Bones he wrapped in furry balls, and popped them from his beak.
His look at me so wisely said, "Please teach me to fly."
He gazed into the vast blue sky - Departure time was nigh.
I placed him on a fencing post, then gave a little push,
He flapped his wings, gliding fell - dodging 'round a bush.
He waltzed in in circles, flapped his wings, I saw great eager eyes.
The time had come for he had felt, The freedom of the skies.
A higher post I placed and soon, this eager being flew,
No longer Earthbound, soaring high, and then it was I knew,
He'd thought of me as parent and, no longer needed me,
Into the open sky he soared - jubilant and free.
Months later swooped into my yard, with jaunty tip of wing,
"I love the sky, come up and try, and rule it like a king."
I knew I was an Earthbound soul, and waved a sad goodbye,
He soared once more and soon was just - a speck high in the sky.
Weeks later two sky specks grew large, Surprise, he brought his mate.
They tipped a wing, flew off to hunt, For nature's wedding cake.
Sometimes at night I dream of them, with tiny fluffy chicks,
Busy in their cozy nest, collecting food for six.
Like them, we may find changes hard - the heart knows what is best,
Like Ole, time will come to fly, continuing life's quest.
Suzie-Q
Here is the story of someone who helped a small owl chick who was jolted awake one morning from his cozy feather bed to the grind of a steel blade scraping at him. The CBC interviewed a teacher who told how sudents could learn any foreign language much faster by reading rhyme poetry - after memorizing a few basic words in the new language.
Grinding blades sliced through the soil and flung the chick away,
I took him home and searched for food to satisfy that day.
I found just what he needed, where sparrows took a fall
From their overcrowded nests - with mice he relished all.
His tummy sorted out the food, with quiet manners meek,
Bones he wrapped in furry balls, and popped them from his beak.
His look at me so wisely said, "Please teach me to fly."
He gazed into the vast blue sky - Departure time was nigh.
I placed him on a fencing post, then gave a little push,
He flapped his wings, gliding fell - dodging 'round a bush.
He waltzed in in circles, flapped his wings, I saw great eager eyes.
The time had come for he had felt, The freedom of the skies.
A higher post I placed and soon, this eager being flew,
No longer Earthbound, soaring high, and then it was I knew,
He'd thought of me as parent and, no longer needed me,
Into the open sky he soared - jubilant and free.
Months later swooped into my yard, with jaunty tip of wing,
"I love the sky, come up and try, and rule it like a king."
I knew I was an Earthbound soul, and waved a sad goodbye,
He soared once more and soon was just - a speck high in the sky.
Weeks later two sky specks grew large, Surprise, he brought his mate.
They tipped a wing, flew off to hunt, For nature's wedding cake.
Sometimes at night I dream of them, with tiny fluffy chicks,
Busy in their cozy nest, collecting food for six.
Like them, we may find changes hard - the heart knows what is best,
Like Ole, time will come to fly, continuing life's quest.
Suzie-Q
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
SAYINGS - BACH, BEETHOVEN
SAYINGS OF THE SAGES
Johann Sebastian Bach lived from (l685 to 1750), for 65 years and Ludwig van Beethoven came along twenty years later (l770-1827) and spent his fifty seven years writing the opera Fidelio, many masses, cantatas, an oratorio, ten violin sonatas, five cello sonatas, eight piano trios, as well as many others. He greatly admired Bach, Brahms, Wagner, Schubert and Schumann. Mozart was so delighted with Beethoven that he offered to guide him. But since Beethoven's father had an alcohol addition he had to return home and support his siblings. He became deaf and did most of his best work after that. Beethoven had the following saying permanently framed on his desk. "I am that which is, I am all that was, that is, and that shall be."
Bach became blind the last year of his life. He was married twice and fathered twenty children. Orphaned at ten his elder brother, also a musician, took him in and gave him music lessons.Three of Bach's sons became musicians. Some of his descendants are no doubt alive today. Assessing his own music he said, "In the architecture of my music, I want to demonstrate to the world the architecture of a new and beautiful social commonwealth . . . The harmony of the stars in the heavens, and the yearning for brotherhood in the heart of man."
The wonderful music left these two musicians, music that makes even plants thrive, may yet help to lead us into this brotherhood in the hearts of mankind. Thank you Johann and Ludwig.
How great it could be if we could tune into one of their concerts and listen to these symphonies in their unusual instruments of the day. I can almost hear them now.
The music spilled is silvery notes into the starry night,
To dance on ribbons of moonbeams in rhythmic patterns bright.
Its beauty struck a kindred note, I could not quite define,
I longed to understand its touch, and make its secret mine.
I peered within the portals and watched a baton swing,
To draw from each musician, the notes that music sings.
The music joined with nature's sounds, to touch the secret soul,
Its subtle notes in symbol spoke of purposes and goals.
As each note blends with daily thoughts, and whisper, point the way,
From misty realms of theory to life's melody each day.
Suzie-Q
Johann Sebastian Bach lived from (l685 to 1750), for 65 years and Ludwig van Beethoven came along twenty years later (l770-1827) and spent his fifty seven years writing the opera Fidelio, many masses, cantatas, an oratorio, ten violin sonatas, five cello sonatas, eight piano trios, as well as many others. He greatly admired Bach, Brahms, Wagner, Schubert and Schumann. Mozart was so delighted with Beethoven that he offered to guide him. But since Beethoven's father had an alcohol addition he had to return home and support his siblings. He became deaf and did most of his best work after that. Beethoven had the following saying permanently framed on his desk. "I am that which is, I am all that was, that is, and that shall be."
Bach became blind the last year of his life. He was married twice and fathered twenty children. Orphaned at ten his elder brother, also a musician, took him in and gave him music lessons.Three of Bach's sons became musicians. Some of his descendants are no doubt alive today. Assessing his own music he said, "In the architecture of my music, I want to demonstrate to the world the architecture of a new and beautiful social commonwealth . . . The harmony of the stars in the heavens, and the yearning for brotherhood in the heart of man."
The wonderful music left these two musicians, music that makes even plants thrive, may yet help to lead us into this brotherhood in the hearts of mankind. Thank you Johann and Ludwig.
How great it could be if we could tune into one of their concerts and listen to these symphonies in their unusual instruments of the day. I can almost hear them now.
The music spilled is silvery notes into the starry night,
To dance on ribbons of moonbeams in rhythmic patterns bright.
Its beauty struck a kindred note, I could not quite define,
I longed to understand its touch, and make its secret mine.
I peered within the portals and watched a baton swing,
To draw from each musician, the notes that music sings.
The music joined with nature's sounds, to touch the secret soul,
Its subtle notes in symbol spoke of purposes and goals.
As each note blends with daily thoughts, and whisper, point the way,
From misty realms of theory to life's melody each day.
Suzie-Q
Monday, July 7, 2008
SUMMER JOBS
My son suggested that people would be interested in hearing about where and what the kids my age did for summer jobs until school started in the fall. . .ummm. That gives me an idea. I recall him working at the ticket counter at Greyhound one summer before University started. He was even invited back to the counter for Christmas holidays. Another summer he worked for a University researcher exploring astronomy.
That's right, I am supposed to cover those in my age group. Since the closest high school was 65 miles away and with no bus service, we were able to take grade nine by correspondence. The teacher of the lower grades gave us the provincial exams and mailed them to the Department of Education while we waited breathlessly until August to get our grades. What a reliefwhen I found out I received an A certificate. During the wait, home duties kept us busy, with gardening and and canning. One summer my older sister and I (with Mother's help) canned 400 quarts of peas as well as other vegetables. My three older brothers helped with farm duties which included shovelling grain in August to load up the large truck box for delivery ten miles into the Orion elevators. Local neighbors hired them to shovel grain as well.
For grade ten my sister and I rented a room that had a hot plate for cooking and we batched in Medicine Hat to attend high school. The next winter my sister left for Toronto to take some nurse training while I worked for my board and room in the city and did baby sitting for the couple's small daughter. They were nice people, he a pharmacist and she a homemaker. Both were Jewish so I was able to learn new things about their cooking and city living. I walked home from the high school for the noon hour and scrubbed the kitchen floor each day after lunch. Their little girl was pleasant to care for.
During the harvest season Mother sometimes sent one of her girls, usually me, to help a neighbor cook for the harvest crew. One place was about fifteen miles south and I rode there by horseback. Our truck was needed for hauling our own grain during the busy harvest season.. After helping with cooking and clean up for an extra dozen men the days were very busy. No one expected money for doing this but sometimes sent a gift. One lady gave me a large bucket of cream for us to churn into butter. When Mother poured it into the churn she found a drowned mouse in it. The mouse was properly disposed of. The cream was never made into butter but Mother had a recipe for a cake that called for cream instead of butter, and no one but her and I ever knew about it. Her cakes were always delicious. Later, working for Carnation Research I learned that pasteurization occurs at 131-158 degrees F.
Farm families were glad to have someone teach Daily Vacation Bible School during the summer months. There was no pay offered for this volunteer work. The children loved it, especially the crafts and the singing, and happily walked back to school for these two week stretches. Parents were glad to have them away from home to keep them out of mischief around the farm equipment during this busy season. It was open for all ages. One time in a nearby community 30 children showed up with only me in charge. I was about fifteen years old at the time. Among them was a tall boy of fourteen and I wondered how I could handle them all. It was a pleasant surprise how much he helped, in small ways to keep things running smoothly. With his wonderful attitude I have a feeling he did well throughout his life.
That's right, I am supposed to cover those in my age group. Since the closest high school was 65 miles away and with no bus service, we were able to take grade nine by correspondence. The teacher of the lower grades gave us the provincial exams and mailed them to the Department of Education while we waited breathlessly until August to get our grades. What a reliefwhen I found out I received an A certificate. During the wait, home duties kept us busy, with gardening and and canning. One summer my older sister and I (with Mother's help) canned 400 quarts of peas as well as other vegetables. My three older brothers helped with farm duties which included shovelling grain in August to load up the large truck box for delivery ten miles into the Orion elevators. Local neighbors hired them to shovel grain as well.
For grade ten my sister and I rented a room that had a hot plate for cooking and we batched in Medicine Hat to attend high school. The next winter my sister left for Toronto to take some nurse training while I worked for my board and room in the city and did baby sitting for the couple's small daughter. They were nice people, he a pharmacist and she a homemaker. Both were Jewish so I was able to learn new things about their cooking and city living. I walked home from the high school for the noon hour and scrubbed the kitchen floor each day after lunch. Their little girl was pleasant to care for.
During the harvest season Mother sometimes sent one of her girls, usually me, to help a neighbor cook for the harvest crew. One place was about fifteen miles south and I rode there by horseback. Our truck was needed for hauling our own grain during the busy harvest season.. After helping with cooking and clean up for an extra dozen men the days were very busy. No one expected money for doing this but sometimes sent a gift. One lady gave me a large bucket of cream for us to churn into butter. When Mother poured it into the churn she found a drowned mouse in it. The mouse was properly disposed of. The cream was never made into butter but Mother had a recipe for a cake that called for cream instead of butter, and no one but her and I ever knew about it. Her cakes were always delicious. Later, working for Carnation Research I learned that pasteurization occurs at 131-158 degrees F.
Farm families were glad to have someone teach Daily Vacation Bible School during the summer months. There was no pay offered for this volunteer work. The children loved it, especially the crafts and the singing, and happily walked back to school for these two week stretches. Parents were glad to have them away from home to keep them out of mischief around the farm equipment during this busy season. It was open for all ages. One time in a nearby community 30 children showed up with only me in charge. I was about fifteen years old at the time. Among them was a tall boy of fourteen and I wondered how I could handle them all. It was a pleasant surprise how much he helped, in small ways to keep things running smoothly. With his wonderful attitude I have a feeling he did well throughout his life.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
CELLS E-MAIL TRAVEL
Salute the heart, the body's pump
That pipelines blood through veins,
And lungs, its happy slave, of sorts,
That breathes and health sustains.
Digestive tract which calls for food,
And sends through many pawls,
The nourishment to build the needs
When body systems call.
Digestion's busy working line
Looks through the menu there,
Dispenses enzymes needed to
Metabolize the fare.
Fatty foods will need some help,
For passage through this maze,
Lipase is needed for that fat,
And required every day.
Mind sends an e-mail to the brain,
"Raw foods for enzymes, please,"
To help with trans-fat's fatty chunks
Lest arteries be squeezed.
We'll try to move a passage through
Before they form a dam
So blood with oxygen moves on
To heart through diaphragm.
Amylase helps digest the starch
That's found in burger buns,
But starch and fats are not best friends,
Together, try to shun.
Protein calls for protease,
An enzyme in raw foods,
And helps digest the vegetables,
To comfort tummy's moods.
Moving through digestion's trail,
The spleen needs mention too,
Graveyard for corpuscles spent,
Important work to do.
The liver - warehouse for them all,
Fats, sugars, proteins too,
When worn out cells are broken down,
Albumen sent on through.
The kidneys do important work,
They're very willing slaves,
Where water cleanses tissues worn,
Then spills to bladder's cave.
A sturdy well-lined reservoir,
That guards its exit well,
When full, dispatches messages,
E-mails through body cells.
Together, cells by billions work,
At just the proper rate,
To fuel the body's pulleys,
And muscles generate.
In harmony these cells must work,
With oxygen and foods,
And exercise for muscle strength,
All systems this includes.
Of course the brain is CEO
Chief officer in charge,
That must coordinate them all,
Diseases to discharge.
Sweets and fats cause fouled up lines
Wreak havoc with each cell,
Disease and death can take control
Of body's citadel.
Further stories can be told,
How body cells expel
The poisons through the breath and skin,
There's so much more to tell.
Meanwhile, enjoy the simple foods
That nourish body/mind,
And listen as the brain suggests,
Which ones, and where to find.
That pipelines blood through veins,
And lungs, its happy slave, of sorts,
That breathes and health sustains.
Digestive tract which calls for food,
And sends through many pawls,
The nourishment to build the needs
When body systems call.
Digestion's busy working line
Looks through the menu there,
Dispenses enzymes needed to
Metabolize the fare.
Fatty foods will need some help,
For passage through this maze,
Lipase is needed for that fat,
And required every day.
Mind sends an e-mail to the brain,
"Raw foods for enzymes, please,"
To help with trans-fat's fatty chunks
Lest arteries be squeezed.
We'll try to move a passage through
Before they form a dam
So blood with oxygen moves on
To heart through diaphragm.
Amylase helps digest the starch
That's found in burger buns,
But starch and fats are not best friends,
Together, try to shun.
Protein calls for protease,
An enzyme in raw foods,
And helps digest the vegetables,
To comfort tummy's moods.
Moving through digestion's trail,
The spleen needs mention too,
Graveyard for corpuscles spent,
Important work to do.
The liver - warehouse for them all,
Fats, sugars, proteins too,
When worn out cells are broken down,
Albumen sent on through.
The kidneys do important work,
They're very willing slaves,
Where water cleanses tissues worn,
Then spills to bladder's cave.
A sturdy well-lined reservoir,
That guards its exit well,
When full, dispatches messages,
E-mails through body cells.
Together, cells by billions work,
At just the proper rate,
To fuel the body's pulleys,
And muscles generate.
In harmony these cells must work,
With oxygen and foods,
And exercise for muscle strength,
All systems this includes.
Of course the brain is CEO
Chief officer in charge,
That must coordinate them all,
Diseases to discharge.
Sweets and fats cause fouled up lines
Wreak havoc with each cell,
Disease and death can take control
Of body's citadel.
Further stories can be told,
How body cells expel
The poisons through the breath and skin,
There's so much more to tell.
Meanwhile, enjoy the simple foods
That nourish body/mind,
And listen as the brain suggests,
Which ones, and where to find.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
THE WALK
Come with me for a country walk.
We're near Orion, Alberta,
The place where I was born.
Etched against a shimmering sky,
They offered peace and calm,
Inviting moments of retreat,
For rest and healing balm,
My dog rushed on to feel its cool,
Relief for shade and drink,
A wagging welcome waited me,
Together, life's sweet link.
Who planted here, this stately grove,
Some generation gone,
No residence or entrance road,
Led to this paragon.
A spring, its aquedct for life,
Must be its secret source,
A silent underground supply,
With gravity its force.
Although the silence had no words,
No hint from rustling leaves,
What caused a signal in my ear,
Thoughts I could perceive?
Then words in silence came to mind,
"Your paper we supply,
We cannot verbalize the words,
Without help, we may die.
We speak for other trees on Earth,
Rainforests in dire need,
Few people tune to tree e-mails,
So for your help we plead.
Earth's sustenance we gladly give,
Your oxygen and fuel,
Home with comforts, we provide,
Buildings, logs and tools.
With pen and voice our words proclaim,
Together - living art,
You are our hands, you are our feet,
Your food and breath, a part.
Thank you for these living words,
Your thoughts, your acts, your deeds,
Preserving for our Mother Earth,
Both man and plants in need."
Suzie-Q
We're near Orion, Alberta,
The place where I was born.
Etched against a shimmering sky,
They offered peace and calm,
Inviting moments of retreat,
For rest and healing balm,
My dog rushed on to feel its cool,
Relief for shade and drink,
A wagging welcome waited me,
Together, life's sweet link.
Who planted here, this stately grove,
Some generation gone,
No residence or entrance road,
Led to this paragon.
A spring, its aquedct for life,
Must be its secret source,
A silent underground supply,
With gravity its force.
Although the silence had no words,
No hint from rustling leaves,
What caused a signal in my ear,
Thoughts I could perceive?
Then words in silence came to mind,
"Your paper we supply,
We cannot verbalize the words,
Without help, we may die.
We speak for other trees on Earth,
Rainforests in dire need,
Few people tune to tree e-mails,
So for your help we plead.
Earth's sustenance we gladly give,
Your oxygen and fuel,
Home with comforts, we provide,
Buildings, logs and tools.
With pen and voice our words proclaim,
Together - living art,
You are our hands, you are our feet,
Your food and breath, a part.
Thank you for these living words,
Your thoughts, your acts, your deeds,
Preserving for our Mother Earth,
Both man and plants in need."
Suzie-Q
Friday, July 4, 2008
SAYINGS OF THE SAGES
From Marcus Aurelius, 121 - 180 AD "Such as are thy habitual thoughts, such also will be the character of thy mind, for the soul is dyed by the thoughts."
Among others recorded is his comment, "From my Mother I learned piety and abstinence, not only from evil deeds, but from evil thoughts."
His mother's advice rings of Biblical advice, as written in the Psalms "As a man thinketh, so is he." Marcus Aurelius is said to be the most humane of all the Roman emperors. Cruelty, deceit and inhumanity so characteristic of many Roman emperors seems not to have stained his record. Thanks Marcus.
Looking at our world today, there is still much of this learning to put into practice. Putting this advice into practice is more difficult.
Here are some words I have penned to help me to remember to change unwelcome thoughts that seek to enter.
Good thoughts grow shoots at our behest,
And bloom a wondrous flower,
The mother of the fruits of love,
With thoughts of peaceful power.
A seed that waited wisdom's touch,
That lays in soil of time,
Asleep until the choice of ours
Releases its design.
And growth that comes not from without,
But from within when willed,
Springs forth to bring that Peace on Earth,
And life's desire fulfilled.
Suzie-Q
Among others recorded is his comment, "From my Mother I learned piety and abstinence, not only from evil deeds, but from evil thoughts."
His mother's advice rings of Biblical advice, as written in the Psalms "As a man thinketh, so is he." Marcus Aurelius is said to be the most humane of all the Roman emperors. Cruelty, deceit and inhumanity so characteristic of many Roman emperors seems not to have stained his record. Thanks Marcus.
Looking at our world today, there is still much of this learning to put into practice. Putting this advice into practice is more difficult.
Here are some words I have penned to help me to remember to change unwelcome thoughts that seek to enter.
Good thoughts grow shoots at our behest,
And bloom a wondrous flower,
The mother of the fruits of love,
With thoughts of peaceful power.
A seed that waited wisdom's touch,
That lays in soil of time,
Asleep until the choice of ours
Releases its design.
And growth that comes not from without,
But from within when willed,
Springs forth to bring that Peace on Earth,
And life's desire fulfilled.
Suzie-Q
Thursday, July 3, 2008
FLOWERS AND TREES
In case it hasn't been noticed before, it is interesting to observe how helpful grandchildren can be, not only to people but to trees and the landscape in general. For example, we're going on a Saturday morning to see the seasons. They bring little gifts of their own choosing when they arrive to meet for a walk. One of them presents a rubber band that she says she found on the walk and the other one brings a tiny dry twig that held its small seed intact. It might just grow to a tree someday. Both lovely and thoughtful gifts.
When they heard we were all going to the patch of purple wildflowers on the hilltop just outside the gate they were off and running past a tall tree in the yard. But wait, what is this patch of wriggling "something" clinging to the south side of a large six inch diameter tree bole. Daddy starts to pick one wriggler off but they all seem to be stuck together with their own brand of glue. "I want to hold one," says the five year old and seems to handle it well. Small three year old hands beg to hold one also but the experience is too new. You wouldn't want to hear the multi-toned screech that came forth. Mommie was busy with the baby so Daddy saved the day by rolling up the whole mat of caterpillars and carried them up the hill to a sage bush. They haven't been seen since. At one overcrowded patch of flowers they were allowed to pick a tiny bouquet. They offered to share them with the rest of us, but they were real comfortable in those small hands and will survive several days when placed inside with a fresh change of water each day.
We stopped for a rest in the Music Room Lounge and listened to the two older girls play a piano duet called "The Alphabet Song." They tried out the Go-Meters in the gym area but those short legs couldn't quite reach the pedals. Everyone was happy that the grandchildren had noticed the patch of caterpillars because they dispurse, crawl up the tree and spin tents that will eventually kill the tree. Daddy annouced it was time to go to the Recreation Center to register for summer events. It was hugs, smiles and farewell waves at the door. And many thanks to those helpful grandchildren who may have saved the life of a beautiful tree.
When they heard we were all going to the patch of purple wildflowers on the hilltop just outside the gate they were off and running past a tall tree in the yard. But wait, what is this patch of wriggling "something" clinging to the south side of a large six inch diameter tree bole. Daddy starts to pick one wriggler off but they all seem to be stuck together with their own brand of glue. "I want to hold one," says the five year old and seems to handle it well. Small three year old hands beg to hold one also but the experience is too new. You wouldn't want to hear the multi-toned screech that came forth. Mommie was busy with the baby so Daddy saved the day by rolling up the whole mat of caterpillars and carried them up the hill to a sage bush. They haven't been seen since. At one overcrowded patch of flowers they were allowed to pick a tiny bouquet. They offered to share them with the rest of us, but they were real comfortable in those small hands and will survive several days when placed inside with a fresh change of water each day.
We stopped for a rest in the Music Room Lounge and listened to the two older girls play a piano duet called "The Alphabet Song." They tried out the Go-Meters in the gym area but those short legs couldn't quite reach the pedals. Everyone was happy that the grandchildren had noticed the patch of caterpillars because they dispurse, crawl up the tree and spin tents that will eventually kill the tree. Daddy annouced it was time to go to the Recreation Center to register for summer events. It was hugs, smiles and farewell waves at the door. And many thanks to those helpful grandchildren who may have saved the life of a beautiful tree.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
THE CASTLE
I viewed a wondrous castle home,
Its beauty clothed my dream,
And high within its lookout tower,
A master message beamed.
To every part within this home
Its signals rang out clear,
A silent symphony of sound,
Not heard by mortal ear.
As energy tapped to a source,
Within the castle walls,
That kept each working part attuned,
When each department called.
Canals and aqueducts and pumps
Were formed within a plan,
An outer source of oxygen
Empowered its inner fan.
Amazing too about this home
Was how it could perform,
Moving here and there at will
In most impressive form.
Foundations were invisible
And left no trace to see,
Unseen dimensions held this power,
How could this magic be?
Ah, could I as a mortal dwell,
In such a lovely place,
With every movement synchronized
With beauty and such grace.
Then suddenly the castle moved
And faded from my view,
I reached to touch and then it spoke,
This castle home is you."
Each body part is synchronized
And guided from its source,
Surviving with both food and breath,
Its energy resource.
No limits need be placed upon
This vast computer mind,
Its wisdom is unlimited
With every search, we'll find.
As workers in a diamond mine,
Must search past darkened doors,
To bring to surface precious jewels
From deep within its core.
And so within each human mind
Within mysterious doors,
This precious jewel of wisdom lays,
To shine whene'er explored.
Suzie-Q
Its beauty clothed my dream,
And high within its lookout tower,
A master message beamed.
To every part within this home
Its signals rang out clear,
A silent symphony of sound,
Not heard by mortal ear.
As energy tapped to a source,
Within the castle walls,
That kept each working part attuned,
When each department called.
Canals and aqueducts and pumps
Were formed within a plan,
An outer source of oxygen
Empowered its inner fan.
Amazing too about this home
Was how it could perform,
Moving here and there at will
In most impressive form.
Foundations were invisible
And left no trace to see,
Unseen dimensions held this power,
How could this magic be?
Ah, could I as a mortal dwell,
In such a lovely place,
With every movement synchronized
With beauty and such grace.
Then suddenly the castle moved
And faded from my view,
I reached to touch and then it spoke,
This castle home is you."
Each body part is synchronized
And guided from its source,
Surviving with both food and breath,
Its energy resource.
No limits need be placed upon
This vast computer mind,
Its wisdom is unlimited
With every search, we'll find.
As workers in a diamond mine,
Must search past darkened doors,
To bring to surface precious jewels
From deep within its core.
And so within each human mind
Within mysterious doors,
This precious jewel of wisdom lays,
To shine whene'er explored.
Suzie-Q
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
CANADA DAY
Time to give thanks for the wonderful country in which we live and the freedom we all enjoy. Sometimes we have to pinch ourselves to believe it is all real. Another thing to be grateful for is our families and friends, and foremost, the little ones - the grandchildren, some are recent arrivals on Earth, all so pure and innocent, without prejudice that sometimes could creep into their lives as they are taught by others.
And if no one stops me I can't help but mention the grandchildren in our family. A few challenges along the way can be solved with patience and love. For example, three little ones, aged four(nearly five), three, and one half years for the youngest. Their parents did have a few problems learning their language (sometimes known as "Baby Talk)". But after a short time those clever grandchildren as well as their parents found a delightful compromise. All five of them are now bilingual in both these languages. Through love and understanding the young ones are realizing that it is better and more fun to speak English (grown-up talk) so they can converse with their friends at pre-school and Sunday School.
No doubt their parents are pretty nifty also. They never raise their voices to discipline them but speak in gentle tones of understanding and reasoning. Okay, they likely have to emit a quick "No" for emergencies, like keeping them safe in traffic. And the grandparents, one set of them requires three days of driving to visit them and then stay at Silver Star or other rental nearby to enjoy the pleasures they bring to us all. And they make great tourists for B.C. while they are here for their visit. The eldest one just graduated from Pre-School, complete with mortar board picture and smiles. Meanwhile, two of the children have diplomas for completing swimming lessons.
If I sound like I'm bragging, there may be a grain of truth to it. But perhaps I can be forgiven since raising the new generation has been known to be the best (and some may say challenging) job on Earth. But it is indeed beautiful to see them choose and live this lovely path.
Suzie-Q
And if no one stops me I can't help but mention the grandchildren in our family. A few challenges along the way can be solved with patience and love. For example, three little ones, aged four(nearly five), three, and one half years for the youngest. Their parents did have a few problems learning their language (sometimes known as "Baby Talk)". But after a short time those clever grandchildren as well as their parents found a delightful compromise. All five of them are now bilingual in both these languages. Through love and understanding the young ones are realizing that it is better and more fun to speak English (grown-up talk) so they can converse with their friends at pre-school and Sunday School.
No doubt their parents are pretty nifty also. They never raise their voices to discipline them but speak in gentle tones of understanding and reasoning. Okay, they likely have to emit a quick "No" for emergencies, like keeping them safe in traffic. And the grandparents, one set of them requires three days of driving to visit them and then stay at Silver Star or other rental nearby to enjoy the pleasures they bring to us all. And they make great tourists for B.C. while they are here for their visit. The eldest one just graduated from Pre-School, complete with mortar board picture and smiles. Meanwhile, two of the children have diplomas for completing swimming lessons.
If I sound like I'm bragging, there may be a grain of truth to it. But perhaps I can be forgiven since raising the new generation has been known to be the best (and some may say challenging) job on Earth. But it is indeed beautiful to see them choose and live this lovely path.
Suzie-Q
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