From the ocean of infinity, As time and tides roll on,
They dipped therefrom a cup of life, A mortal body donned.
And chose a life of learning, To blend in earthly time,
To taste the fruits of mortal life, The challenge - the sublime.
And searched for life's deep meaning, Unwrapped each moment there,
The challenges and triumphs met, Each making more aware.
How hearts might beat together, And share the joys of life,
Cooperation - kindnesses, Avoiding tribal strife.
To blend all lives together and, Make each person count,
The rich, the needy, all to learn, Life's problems to surmount.
A partner to share one's life, Joins in the earthly quest,
Together learning, ever new, That God's will is the best.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
PRINTS IN THE SAND
(A parody of Footprints in the Sand)
Author unknown
One night, I had a wondrous dream:
A set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But where were mind beside of yours?
And then some stranger prints appeared,
I asked the Lord, What have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat,
But Lord, they are too big for feet.
"My child," he said, in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone,
I challenged you to walk by faith,
But you refused and made me wait.
You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith you would not know,
So I got tired and so fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt.
Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must work, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or just leave butt prints in the sand."
Contributed
Author unknown
One night, I had a wondrous dream:
A set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But where were mind beside of yours?
And then some stranger prints appeared,
I asked the Lord, What have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat,
But Lord, they are too big for feet.
"My child," he said, in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone,
I challenged you to walk by faith,
But you refused and made me wait.
You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith you would not know,
So I got tired and so fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt.
Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must work, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or just leave butt prints in the sand."
Contributed
Sunday, September 28, 2008
THE DISTANT STAR
A distant star its path pursued, Sweeping through the night,
Then light years later crossed my way, My vision caught its light.
Well, gone forever, one might say, Not so, is my reply,
Its flashing light still travels on, To light another's sky.
Likewise our lives upon the Earth, Can flash their special light
To cross the paths of future lives, With challenge dim or bright.
And show the future better ways, As ancient masters taught,
And flash an inflence in their time, No life is lived for naught.
Then light years later crossed my way, My vision caught its light.
Well, gone forever, one might say, Not so, is my reply,
Its flashing light still travels on, To light another's sky.
Likewise our lives upon the Earth, Can flash their special light
To cross the paths of future lives, With challenge dim or bright.
And show the future better ways, As ancient masters taught,
And flash an inflence in their time, No life is lived for naught.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
SAYINGS OF THE SAGES - KNOWLES
Stanley Knowles, 1908 - 1997, Parliamentarian, Socialist Politician, and better known as The Man From Winnipeg, North Centre. His mantra was:
"Life is successful to the extent it contributes to a better world." His father encouraged and influenced his high ideals. He married Vida Cruikshank, a deaconess at one of the missions. She was able to help him write articles while preparing his run for a federal seat with the CCF party (later renamed NDP) and was first elected in 1942. He served with the Canadian Labour Congress from 1958 to 1962 and turned down the office of Speakership, including the salary, in order to work for the people of North Winnipeg.
Stanley Knowles was a close ally of Tommy Douglas, who was premier of Saskatchewan from 1944 to 1961. Both graduated from Brandon College, receiving their MA degrees at the same time and became good friends. Stanley Knowles was born in the US and although his parents lived in California, he chose the rugged prairies of Manitoba for his life's work. His father, at the age of 55, working as a machinist for a railroad company in California, included the use of precision instruments. He was let go during the depression, without pension, vacation time or any type of payout. The company had decided to hire only those employees under age 55. This resulted in his father's early death since the only other work available at that time included heavy lifting that his health would not permit. Stanley Knowles was again more determined to get a fair deal for all workers. He put himself through college by filling in as a summer replacement for various churches. As a member of the Opposition he badgered the government for five years until they consented to establish a women's bureau in the Department of Labor in 1954. While carrying such a load in the election of 1963 he suffered internal bleeding and was forced to campaign from his hospital bed but won with help from his faithful workers and under the watchful eyes of his sister-in-law Dr. Donna Cruikshank Patton. One of his last acts in parliament before his stroke in 1981 was an attempt to arouse the interest of the House for pensions for women over the age of 55 who were not in the labor market. He promoted the equality of women in the workplace as well.
Of him, Madam Speaker Jeanne Sauve in 1981 said, "I do want to thank the honourable member from Winnipeg North Centre and to tell him how much we love him." Charles Lynch, Chief of Southam News said ". . . he was the most respected man in the House of Commons, and then the most loved."
"Life is successful to the extent it contributes to a better world." His father encouraged and influenced his high ideals. He married Vida Cruikshank, a deaconess at one of the missions. She was able to help him write articles while preparing his run for a federal seat with the CCF party (later renamed NDP) and was first elected in 1942. He served with the Canadian Labour Congress from 1958 to 1962 and turned down the office of Speakership, including the salary, in order to work for the people of North Winnipeg.
Stanley Knowles was a close ally of Tommy Douglas, who was premier of Saskatchewan from 1944 to 1961. Both graduated from Brandon College, receiving their MA degrees at the same time and became good friends. Stanley Knowles was born in the US and although his parents lived in California, he chose the rugged prairies of Manitoba for his life's work. His father, at the age of 55, working as a machinist for a railroad company in California, included the use of precision instruments. He was let go during the depression, without pension, vacation time or any type of payout. The company had decided to hire only those employees under age 55. This resulted in his father's early death since the only other work available at that time included heavy lifting that his health would not permit. Stanley Knowles was again more determined to get a fair deal for all workers. He put himself through college by filling in as a summer replacement for various churches. As a member of the Opposition he badgered the government for five years until they consented to establish a women's bureau in the Department of Labor in 1954. While carrying such a load in the election of 1963 he suffered internal bleeding and was forced to campaign from his hospital bed but won with help from his faithful workers and under the watchful eyes of his sister-in-law Dr. Donna Cruikshank Patton. One of his last acts in parliament before his stroke in 1981 was an attempt to arouse the interest of the House for pensions for women over the age of 55 who were not in the labor market. He promoted the equality of women in the workplace as well.
Of him, Madam Speaker Jeanne Sauve in 1981 said, "I do want to thank the honourable member from Winnipeg North Centre and to tell him how much we love him." Charles Lynch, Chief of Southam News said ". . . he was the most respected man in the House of Commons, and then the most loved."
Friday, September 26, 2008
THE FARM
Through miles of lonely prairie, We found an old gray barn,
A shack that called itself a home, On Grandpa's ancient farm.
Family blessings came their way, Sons and daughters too,
Now in city's ivory towers with, Possessions all like new.
And I ponder how might ledgers look, If we could but compare,
And read the heavenly printouts, And check it all up there,
The ones who drew life's sustenance, From deep within life's soil,
Challenged by the elements, That made up years of toil.
And I think about the freeways, Great Grandpa never knew,
Sliced through hills and prairies as, Foul air prevents our view.
Folks now have other challenges, With stats of carnage high,
The loss of child or loved ones, Drunk drivers caused to die.
Empty minds confused with drugs, Find family life a chore,
Until a choice is made to change, Rebuilding of heart's core.
A cottage or a castle, which? Depending on our aims,
Daily building from the heart, New memories will reclaim.
The efforts that our parents took, To help our hearts go right,
The kindly words that Grandma spoke, Mom's stories read at night.
Each heart and mind can choose new life, Grow in grace each day,
So hearts won't fall in disrepair, Like old farms in decay.
A shack that called itself a home, On Grandpa's ancient farm.
Family blessings came their way, Sons and daughters too,
Now in city's ivory towers with, Possessions all like new.
And I ponder how might ledgers look, If we could but compare,
And read the heavenly printouts, And check it all up there,
The ones who drew life's sustenance, From deep within life's soil,
Challenged by the elements, That made up years of toil.
And I think about the freeways, Great Grandpa never knew,
Sliced through hills and prairies as, Foul air prevents our view.
Folks now have other challenges, With stats of carnage high,
The loss of child or loved ones, Drunk drivers caused to die.
Empty minds confused with drugs, Find family life a chore,
Until a choice is made to change, Rebuilding of heart's core.
A cottage or a castle, which? Depending on our aims,
Daily building from the heart, New memories will reclaim.
The efforts that our parents took, To help our hearts go right,
The kindly words that Grandma spoke, Mom's stories read at night.
Each heart and mind can choose new life, Grow in grace each day,
So hearts won't fall in disrepair, Like old farms in decay.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
ELECTION TIME
It seems to be a part of life, Near election's date,
To villify, decertify, Opposing candidates.
Researcher's given a fine-tooth comb, To search long hours each day,
An opposition candidate, And find some faulty ways.
A choice made in his younger days, He later would regret,
But did apologize and change, And thus absolved his debt.
But if no real change was made, That's a different line,
Was this distressful lesson learned, And change made soon in time?
Consider first - is there a need, Accusing him each day,
Grasping straws for mean attacks, When he has changed his ways?
Through this remorseful lesson learned, Has joined with volunteers,
Assisting in community, And working with his peers.
The challenge faced with lesson learned, may bring a wiser soul,
Into the halls of parliment, And help reach country's goals.
To villify, decertify, Opposing candidates.
Researcher's given a fine-tooth comb, To search long hours each day,
An opposition candidate, And find some faulty ways.
A choice made in his younger days, He later would regret,
But did apologize and change, And thus absolved his debt.
But if no real change was made, That's a different line,
Was this distressful lesson learned, And change made soon in time?
Consider first - is there a need, Accusing him each day,
Grasping straws for mean attacks, When he has changed his ways?
Through this remorseful lesson learned, Has joined with volunteers,
Assisting in community, And working with his peers.
The challenge faced with lesson learned, may bring a wiser soul,
Into the halls of parliment, And help reach country's goals.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
THE DOCTOR
It's time to call a doctor, To see what he'll advise,
To fix my aches, sad patterns break, His books all looked so wise.
He says internal jogging has, Helped most every case,
Play fun tapes, as mind reshapes, It gives a change of pace.
The tapes of fun comedians, Has often helped just fine,
So start internal jogging, You'll be surprised each time.
By yourself or with a friend, share jokes that come to mind,
Relax with dance and laughter, It matters not what kind.
I turned on my recorder with, Jokes of former times,
Once more they came to life again, As old days came to mind.
Then with a friend we played her tapes, Called other folks we knew.
And planned a time together, Old fun times to renew.
It really worked, good doctor, Your wisdom I'll pass on,
No drugs to carry side effects, One really can't go wrong.
We vowed to get together more, Shared simple foods with care,
And passed around new recipes, With mirth as mental fare.
Our T-cells wakened B-cells, As healing spread along,
And passed to every cell within, In rhythmic patterns strong.
It's been confirmed by Science now, Norm Cousins proved it right,
With healthy foods and laughter's fun, His cancer healed outright.
So thank you doctor for your help, Good food and laughter too,
This extra joy found others cheered, Just try - you'll find it's true.
To fix my aches, sad patterns break, His books all looked so wise.
He says internal jogging has, Helped most every case,
Play fun tapes, as mind reshapes, It gives a change of pace.
The tapes of fun comedians, Has often helped just fine,
So start internal jogging, You'll be surprised each time.
By yourself or with a friend, share jokes that come to mind,
Relax with dance and laughter, It matters not what kind.
I turned on my recorder with, Jokes of former times,
Once more they came to life again, As old days came to mind.
Then with a friend we played her tapes, Called other folks we knew.
And planned a time together, Old fun times to renew.
It really worked, good doctor, Your wisdom I'll pass on,
No drugs to carry side effects, One really can't go wrong.
We vowed to get together more, Shared simple foods with care,
And passed around new recipes, With mirth as mental fare.
Our T-cells wakened B-cells, As healing spread along,
And passed to every cell within, In rhythmic patterns strong.
It's been confirmed by Science now, Norm Cousins proved it right,
With healthy foods and laughter's fun, His cancer healed outright.
So thank you doctor for your help, Good food and laughter too,
This extra joy found others cheered, Just try - you'll find it's true.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
ODE TO MOM, DAD AND SIBLINGS
First day, I saw Mom's lovely face, Felt warm and loving arms embrace,
More faces came, my family fair, When needed, one was always there.
They cooed and pleasant faces made, With smiles, and help to give first aid,
When'er I beckoned, Mom was there, To feed me, change my underwear.
A fairy princess I became, Heard kindly words and then my name.
And neighbors came and listened long, As parents praised in word and song.
Each tiny feature, they declared, A marvel was, as each was bared,
A special person I must be, I grandly thought; look they picked me!
From where, I neither cared nor knew, With love and nourishment I grew,
And then I thought a game I'll try, For more attention - start to cry.
These people must my servants be, Come, spend your time with only ME.
With helpless sounds, I'd call Mom's name, A tiny tyrant I became.
Then later, other sounds I heard, 'Twas "Discipline" - a brand new word.
Translated meant to be aware, Of others, for their needs and care.
This knowledge meant both work and fun, Together make the family one.
Each sharing, all with willing hands, And harmony for family's band.
I grew - a new world opened wide, Community, with family pride,
They said to care about them all, Be ready when the weak ones fall.
An adult now, with challenged days, To make life count in every way,
To others, and myself be true, We ALL are one, to share anew.
More faces came, my family fair, When needed, one was always there.
They cooed and pleasant faces made, With smiles, and help to give first aid,
When'er I beckoned, Mom was there, To feed me, change my underwear.
A fairy princess I became, Heard kindly words and then my name.
And neighbors came and listened long, As parents praised in word and song.
Each tiny feature, they declared, A marvel was, as each was bared,
A special person I must be, I grandly thought; look they picked me!
From where, I neither cared nor knew, With love and nourishment I grew,
And then I thought a game I'll try, For more attention - start to cry.
These people must my servants be, Come, spend your time with only ME.
With helpless sounds, I'd call Mom's name, A tiny tyrant I became.
Then later, other sounds I heard, 'Twas "Discipline" - a brand new word.
Translated meant to be aware, Of others, for their needs and care.
This knowledge meant both work and fun, Together make the family one.
Each sharing, all with willing hands, And harmony for family's band.
I grew - a new world opened wide, Community, with family pride,
They said to care about them all, Be ready when the weak ones fall.
An adult now, with challenged days, To make life count in every way,
To others, and myself be true, We ALL are one, to share anew.
Monday, September 22, 2008
THE MOUNTAIN
Behold a great mountain, Majestic in height,
A challenge in daylight, And a mystery at night,
A joy through the seasons, Its secrets unfold,
New life springs eternal, With beauty untold.
This gift ours to treasure, And climb with delight,
Walk through its great forests, View snow caps of white,
Tune into its grandeur, Its spirit and power,
Its message unspoken, As it becomes ours.
We're one with this mountain, Its river and falls,
That starts as a dewdrop, We're part of it all.
To change with the ages, Again to renew,
Its spirit forever, Steps forward anew.
These lyrics have been set to music.
Also the September 17th Blog
called "The Guide" has been set to music.
Any voices out there who are interested in
singing or someone who plays the guitar
for family sing-alongs? If it fits into your
program or something you'd like to pursue
further, enter a COMMENT that is shown
at the end of each blog posting.
A challenge in daylight, And a mystery at night,
A joy through the seasons, Its secrets unfold,
New life springs eternal, With beauty untold.
This gift ours to treasure, And climb with delight,
Walk through its great forests, View snow caps of white,
Tune into its grandeur, Its spirit and power,
Its message unspoken, As it becomes ours.
We're one with this mountain, Its river and falls,
That starts as a dewdrop, We're part of it all.
To change with the ages, Again to renew,
Its spirit forever, Steps forward anew.
These lyrics have been set to music.
Also the September 17th Blog
called "The Guide" has been set to music.
Any voices out there who are interested in
singing or someone who plays the guitar
for family sing-alongs? If it fits into your
program or something you'd like to pursue
further, enter a COMMENT that is shown
at the end of each blog posting.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
THE GULF STREAM
The stream of humanity moves on through birth,
life, death and afterlife, each individual leaving its
mark on all things touched on this journey.
Even as the Gulf Stream moves along, unable to
be viewed by most, yet it reflects its warmth to all in
its wake. The influence of its ripples and surges
moment by moment changes all life on the planet.
In a more limited fashion, each person makes a
contribution to the vision, welfare and health of
all areas. Mother Earth is reflecting the words
of our own mothers when she says:
"Children, clean up your rooms."
Each day a list of thoughts arise,
A choice, is ours to take,
To act on those that help and bless,
All others in our wake.
life, death and afterlife, each individual leaving its
mark on all things touched on this journey.
Even as the Gulf Stream moves along, unable to
be viewed by most, yet it reflects its warmth to all in
its wake. The influence of its ripples and surges
moment by moment changes all life on the planet.
In a more limited fashion, each person makes a
contribution to the vision, welfare and health of
all areas. Mother Earth is reflecting the words
of our own mothers when she says:
"Children, clean up your rooms."
Each day a list of thoughts arise,
A choice, is ours to take,
To act on those that help and bless,
All others in our wake.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
MOUSE CHAPTER 4
Mike Meets Mafia Boss
Mafia Mouse held up a paw " We'll need one full day,
I'll bring my crew, chew up it all, When house folks are away.
My hacker will announce the day, And check vacation times,
Or when they're gone for long weekends, The coat will all be mine."
Michael rose on his back legs, "That coat was all my find,"
Mafia boss glared and said, "Now you are in a bind!
Mr. Jerk mouse, rise and come, I'll have you break his legs,
Unless Mike bows apology, And for forgiveness begs.
Madame Mouse arose and said, "Mike's not well today,
The nerves within his neck are sore, From traps on former days."
She said it with the sweetest smile, And humbly bowed low down,
Mouse boss relented, gently said, "You sure are one sweet clown."
"Instead I'll send him to our jail, Where he can do some time,
From now on I'm the one in charge; Keep up your daily grind.
Take him Jerk, straight to our Jail," Her silence said it all,
She once thought Mike was really cute, And now it's one big fall.
"I'll authorize some visits from, Mike's Mom - she understands,
Won't bother me for his release, Or start another band."
Mike's mother visited him in jail, He said, "This straw is sharp,
Instead of furry feeling thoughts, All is cold and dark."
"Mom, I plead, Help me escape," In plaintiff squeaks he begged,
But will you change your sneaky ways, His mom in silence said.
How could that mother mouse tell all, If she gave him the news,
Tell how the boss mouse courts his love, His heart would be so bruised.
She said, "We'll talk again sometime, I love you as before,
Somehow the best way will be found, Later we'll talk more."
Does he escape, does his mom help, Is there another way,
What should this kindly mother do, What would you do or say.?
Mafia Mouse held up a paw " We'll need one full day,
I'll bring my crew, chew up it all, When house folks are away.
My hacker will announce the day, And check vacation times,
Or when they're gone for long weekends, The coat will all be mine."
Michael rose on his back legs, "That coat was all my find,"
Mafia boss glared and said, "Now you are in a bind!
Mr. Jerk mouse, rise and come, I'll have you break his legs,
Unless Mike bows apology, And for forgiveness begs.
Madame Mouse arose and said, "Mike's not well today,
The nerves within his neck are sore, From traps on former days."
She said it with the sweetest smile, And humbly bowed low down,
Mouse boss relented, gently said, "You sure are one sweet clown."
"Instead I'll send him to our jail, Where he can do some time,
From now on I'm the one in charge; Keep up your daily grind.
Take him Jerk, straight to our Jail," Her silence said it all,
She once thought Mike was really cute, And now it's one big fall.
"I'll authorize some visits from, Mike's Mom - she understands,
Won't bother me for his release, Or start another band."
Mike's mother visited him in jail, He said, "This straw is sharp,
Instead of furry feeling thoughts, All is cold and dark."
"Mom, I plead, Help me escape," In plaintiff squeaks he begged,
But will you change your sneaky ways, His mom in silence said.
How could that mother mouse tell all, If she gave him the news,
Tell how the boss mouse courts his love, His heart would be so bruised.
She said, "We'll talk again sometime, I love you as before,
Somehow the best way will be found, Later we'll talk more."
Does he escape, does his mom help, Is there another way,
What should this kindly mother do, What would you do or say.?
Friday, September 19, 2008
BIRTHDAY THOUGHTS
When the new title of grandparent first arises it seems startling since they look so young. But for the new life that has arrived it brings great joy for future days. The new grandparents happily accept it. All the family get involved. Here are some words I have penned that include "the whole village" and eventually will include all of us in our globe as we learn to help each other grow and learn.
For each grandparent, we thank you Lord, For light and love they share,
Whose hearts tune with grandchildren sweet, Their caring, everywhere.
Each helps form lives unselfishly, In subtle ways each day,
As intuition hearts confirm, They're loved in special ways.
Ideals are shared in each word said, Through years they will recall,
Each picture, saying, perhaps a rhyme, They will remember all.
With parents, aunts and uncles too, A cozy group together,
Each smile, each hug expresses love, Just like a soft warm feather.
So sprinkle love throughout each day, Each thought will travel far,
Through cyberspace zooms to each place, Each one a shining star.
For each grandparent, we thank you Lord, For light and love they share,
Whose hearts tune with grandchildren sweet, Their caring, everywhere.
Each helps form lives unselfishly, In subtle ways each day,
As intuition hearts confirm, They're loved in special ways.
Ideals are shared in each word said, Through years they will recall,
Each picture, saying, perhaps a rhyme, They will remember all.
With parents, aunts and uncles too, A cozy group together,
Each smile, each hug expresses love, Just like a soft warm feather.
So sprinkle love throughout each day, Each thought will travel far,
Through cyberspace zooms to each place, Each one a shining star.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
THE CANYON
We visited a far off land, Its wonderment's to share,
Returning, found that our own land, Held mysteries rich and rare,
For opening up before our eyes, A canyon vast and wide,
Transfixed our wondering viewing range, In grandeur, scope and size.
As if some giant monolith, Had moved through nature's door,
To share a secret masterpiece, Its vistas to explore,
Lacy treetops edged her rim, As roots crept down her walls,
And twisting, joined a winding stream, Past busy waterfalls.
As breezes stirred the branches, That fringed the rocky rim,
The sunset trimmed each pinnacle, With jewels to suit its whim.
Cathedral spires flashed ruby red, On silhouettes of green,
Touched amethyst and diamond sets, That flashed throughout the scene.
Then painted shimmering golds and blues, Adorning peaks and vales,
Nature's gallery of change, Rejoiced as scenes unveiled.
As sunset's lengthening spiral rays, Reworked the scene below.
Mysterious shadows weird and deep, Announced 'twas time to go.
The canyon's masterpieces slept, For rest and magic dreams,
Reviewing wonders of the day, Its changing moods and scenes.
To rise again another day, Small shadows to expand,
To trim the day as hours rolled, To share its scenes so grand.
Returning, found that our own land, Held mysteries rich and rare,
For opening up before our eyes, A canyon vast and wide,
Transfixed our wondering viewing range, In grandeur, scope and size.
As if some giant monolith, Had moved through nature's door,
To share a secret masterpiece, Its vistas to explore,
Lacy treetops edged her rim, As roots crept down her walls,
And twisting, joined a winding stream, Past busy waterfalls.
As breezes stirred the branches, That fringed the rocky rim,
The sunset trimmed each pinnacle, With jewels to suit its whim.
Cathedral spires flashed ruby red, On silhouettes of green,
Touched amethyst and diamond sets, That flashed throughout the scene.
Then painted shimmering golds and blues, Adorning peaks and vales,
Nature's gallery of change, Rejoiced as scenes unveiled.
As sunset's lengthening spiral rays, Reworked the scene below.
Mysterious shadows weird and deep, Announced 'twas time to go.
The canyon's masterpieces slept, For rest and magic dreams,
Reviewing wonders of the day, Its changing moods and scenes.
To rise again another day, Small shadows to expand,
To trim the day as hours rolled, To share its scenes so grand.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
THE GUIDE
God's message moves in the gentle waters,
His voice calls through each raging storm,
He whispers in the evening twilight,
And smiles through each day born.
The movements of the starry heavens,
With moonbeams marking ocean's foam,
Each rhythm in its sound or silence,
Restores the soul, our inner home.
Attuning to this inner wisdom,
A light to guide throughout each day,
To each a guardian angel spirit,
Provides for us protecting rays.
Alone I came, Alone I conquer,
To share with all on ancient roads,
Alone I see heavens dazzling welcome,
To join those loved in new abodes.
To share in universal service,
With challenges still more refined,
Within, without, a heavenly kingdom,
With love and growth for all mankind.
Respecting bonds of all creation,
The smallest flower, the tallest tree,
A living, breathing state of wonder,
This oneness that we all can see.
His voice calls through each raging storm,
He whispers in the evening twilight,
And smiles through each day born.
The movements of the starry heavens,
With moonbeams marking ocean's foam,
Each rhythm in its sound or silence,
Restores the soul, our inner home.
Attuning to this inner wisdom,
A light to guide throughout each day,
To each a guardian angel spirit,
Provides for us protecting rays.
Alone I came, Alone I conquer,
To share with all on ancient roads,
Alone I see heavens dazzling welcome,
To join those loved in new abodes.
To share in universal service,
With challenges still more refined,
Within, without, a heavenly kingdom,
With love and growth for all mankind.
Respecting bonds of all creation,
The smallest flower, the tallest tree,
A living, breathing state of wonder,
This oneness that we all can see.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
MORE MOUSE MESSAGES
If you missed the first two chapters click on ARCHIVES on the right
side of this page, September 2nd chapter is called "Visitors in the Fall"
and the September 3rd chapter is titled "More e-Mail Messages"
Below is Chapter 3 "More Mouse Messages" for today.
Kels wonders now, 'Is Michael mouse, While dozing in his den,
Dreaming of that soft fur coat, Inside where Mike had been.
And plans to go to trail's end, And tiptoe to the light,
Where he had gained an entrance once, That filled him with delight.'
Kelsey was suspicious and, Sniffed at trail's end,
He wasn't sure which mouse it was, Thought Mike was in his den.
By day Mike acted like a friend, But planned to get inside.
He filled his mind with secret plans, That needed cohort guides.
Mike's plan, 'Buddies scratching doors, The dog would run to see,
Then I'll zoom past them down the hall, And in her bedroom be.
I'll chew some holes, take them home, Share with our mafia friends,
So when we need some help from them, They'll owe us a lend.
So he checked with mafia mouse, "You say it's a mink coat?
In his mind he said - thrumm... 'We could use that for our boat.'
I'll chew small holes bring you some, And learn to be your friend,
So when we need some help from you, Resources we can blend.
Kels knew a smart computer man, The master of their house,
Please hack in Mike's computer brain, Is he a mafia mouse?
His master warned, now I must know, It must be done for good.
Dishonesty or cheating will, Make you like them - a hood.
Mike mouse could be a rascal and, Simply using me,
To get himself inside our home, Looks like that could be.
Michael's thinks, 'I won't need all, Just parts of her fur coat.'
I'll keep the special softest parts, Take some for mafia folk.'
Tune in next week to see if Michael Mouse carries out his plan.
side of this page, September 2nd chapter is called "Visitors in the Fall"
and the September 3rd chapter is titled "More e-Mail Messages"
Below is Chapter 3 "More Mouse Messages" for today.
Kels wonders now, 'Is Michael mouse, While dozing in his den,
Dreaming of that soft fur coat, Inside where Mike had been.
And plans to go to trail's end, And tiptoe to the light,
Where he had gained an entrance once, That filled him with delight.'
Kelsey was suspicious and, Sniffed at trail's end,
He wasn't sure which mouse it was, Thought Mike was in his den.
By day Mike acted like a friend, But planned to get inside.
He filled his mind with secret plans, That needed cohort guides.
Mike's plan, 'Buddies scratching doors, The dog would run to see,
Then I'll zoom past them down the hall, And in her bedroom be.
I'll chew some holes, take them home, Share with our mafia friends,
So when we need some help from them, They'll owe us a lend.
So he checked with mafia mouse, "You say it's a mink coat?
In his mind he said - thrumm... 'We could use that for our boat.'
I'll chew small holes bring you some, And learn to be your friend,
So when we need some help from you, Resources we can blend.
Kels knew a smart computer man, The master of their house,
Please hack in Mike's computer brain, Is he a mafia mouse?
His master warned, now I must know, It must be done for good.
Dishonesty or cheating will, Make you like them - a hood.
Mike mouse could be a rascal and, Simply using me,
To get himself inside our home, Looks like that could be.
Michael's thinks, 'I won't need all, Just parts of her fur coat.'
I'll keep the special softest parts, Take some for mafia folk.'
Tune in next week to see if Michael Mouse carries out his plan.
Monday, September 15, 2008
THE PHOENIX
From fire and ashes the Phoenix came,
A symbol of life - tried in the flame,
Soaring with caution, fed by desire,
Rising in victory, though tried in the fire.
Temptation as always, its feast has spread,
The banquet we ordered from our ashen bed,
Time - its moments are here to inspire,
As thoughts move our feelings, performing desire.
An inner computer - the program we make,
Forms from decisions each moment we take.
From thoughts and ideals flows a life-giving surge,
And from daily efforts, behaviors emerge.
These actions will light a candle of peace,
Within our own spheres to bring a release,
From the shackles of fear to rise in the light,
To join formations, already in flight.
Daily to soar on new strengthened wings,
Fed by the fire burning within,
Flashing our lights as spirits soar higher,
Signalling others as we cheer and inspire.
A symbol of life - tried in the flame,
Soaring with caution, fed by desire,
Rising in victory, though tried in the fire.
Temptation as always, its feast has spread,
The banquet we ordered from our ashen bed,
Time - its moments are here to inspire,
As thoughts move our feelings, performing desire.
An inner computer - the program we make,
Forms from decisions each moment we take.
From thoughts and ideals flows a life-giving surge,
And from daily efforts, behaviors emerge.
These actions will light a candle of peace,
Within our own spheres to bring a release,
From the shackles of fear to rise in the light,
To join formations, already in flight.
Daily to soar on new strengthened wings,
Fed by the fire burning within,
Flashing our lights as spirits soar higher,
Signalling others as we cheer and inspire.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
SALUTE TO VERNON
Beyond the Rocky Mountains west, They viewed a lovely land,
Where tree-clad hills met azure skies, And valleys wide and grand.
The mountain streams fed tranquil lakes, All wondrous to behold,
And rumors told these pristine lands, Held streams awash with gold.
From east and south the people came, To follow rumor's tale,
Some felt the spell of Vernon's wealth, And walked the gold rush trail.
To blend with nature's harmony, And fish its lakes and streams,
To plant and harvest nature's fruits, And follow ancient dreams.
A hundred years have come and gone, We count on hundreds more,
To celebrate our magic land, Each day our spirits soared.
Salute to Vernon's hundred years, Its works of art - its weather,
Renewing our resources as, We work and play together.
Where tree-clad hills met azure skies, And valleys wide and grand.
The mountain streams fed tranquil lakes, All wondrous to behold,
And rumors told these pristine lands, Held streams awash with gold.
From east and south the people came, To follow rumor's tale,
Some felt the spell of Vernon's wealth, And walked the gold rush trail.
To blend with nature's harmony, And fish its lakes and streams,
To plant and harvest nature's fruits, And follow ancient dreams.
A hundred years have come and gone, We count on hundreds more,
To celebrate our magic land, Each day our spirits soared.
Salute to Vernon's hundred years, Its works of art - its weather,
Renewing our resources as, We work and play together.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
POLITICAL ADVICE
It's been interesting to hear the variety of advice that folks
have offered our politicians so I thought I'd add one more.
Beginning with the major leaders, try this one. If their
paths do not cross during these busy days, later or any time
is okay too.
Cozy, warm, and friendly, Hugs make a perfect gift,
They smooth the way for each day's run, And gives each one a lift.
Compared with other gifts or funds, Results outlast them all,
Hugs warm the heart for winter's wind, Through summer, spring and fall.
They're always cost effective too, The price is always right,
And no one minds if you exchange, This gift while still on site.
Convenient, and handy too, One size is right for all.
No matter what the shape you're in, Short or slim or tall.
So keep those handy hugs around, To cheer up every day,
They're warmer than a diamond and, Hearts feel their pleasant rays.
Years ago in prairie schools, Teachers showed an exercise.
Arms raised high and fingers touched, It helped the brain be wise.
So start each day with exercise, With hugs and smiles and cheer,
Hugs relax and pleasures give, And helps to calm our fears.
So come on Steve and Mr. D, And Jack and Mrs. May,
Let's get along and make things nice, And have a pleasant day,
Doing unto others, as you'd have done to you,
And many problems will be solved, In everything you do.
have offered our politicians so I thought I'd add one more.
Beginning with the major leaders, try this one. If their
paths do not cross during these busy days, later or any time
is okay too.
Cozy, warm, and friendly, Hugs make a perfect gift,
They smooth the way for each day's run, And gives each one a lift.
Compared with other gifts or funds, Results outlast them all,
Hugs warm the heart for winter's wind, Through summer, spring and fall.
They're always cost effective too, The price is always right,
And no one minds if you exchange, This gift while still on site.
Convenient, and handy too, One size is right for all.
No matter what the shape you're in, Short or slim or tall.
So keep those handy hugs around, To cheer up every day,
They're warmer than a diamond and, Hearts feel their pleasant rays.
Years ago in prairie schools, Teachers showed an exercise.
Arms raised high and fingers touched, It helped the brain be wise.
So start each day with exercise, With hugs and smiles and cheer,
Hugs relax and pleasures give, And helps to calm our fears.
So come on Steve and Mr. D, And Jack and Mrs. May,
Let's get along and make things nice, And have a pleasant day,
Doing unto others, as you'd have done to you,
And many problems will be solved, In everything you do.
Friday, September 12, 2008
GRANDKID'S GAZETTE SEPTEMBER
Grandpa and Grandma Davis spent three months this summer renting at the Silver Star Ski Resort that is quiet until the ski season arrives. We visited them at their mountain top chalet. In July relatives from Salmon Arm, Kamloops, and others too-far-away to come on a weekday, arrived to help celebrate GiGi's 85th birthday. GiGi jokes that she doesn't feel that old and is going to demand a recount. On Sunday, August 17th, cousins Danika and Brian Nelles from Burnaby arranged a well attended picnic at Sunnybrae for all relatives. Each one brought a picnic lunch and we shared together, and caught up on family news including two babies under one years old.
The thirty mile round trip to Silver Star is an hour's drive for grocery shopping, attending Sunday's Grace Bible Church, interspersed with baby sitting privileges for the grandchildren including a trip to the water slide. The following poem could cover types of questions grandchildren ask.
Christmas time soon comes again, Tell me Grandma please,
Is there a tree for Christmas Day, With gifts for you and me?
Mommie's busy building food, So I have come to you,
Today at pre-school someone said, "Yes, it might be true."
Classmates tell me there are bugs, Eating up our trees,
Tiny ones that grind them up, How can this bad thing be?
I know you always tell the truth, So I have come to you.
Will those bugs eat some other plants, I'm worried if they do.
Tiny, like a grain of rice, And they can fly around . . and. . .
"Ask Grandpa, he has lots of books, Where answers can be found."
But Grandma, now I need to know, 'Cause I want to grow some peas,
They taste so good and GiGi says, They're good for you and me.
Cucumbers - I just love them, Light green and juicy too,
Will bees be here to help the flowers, 'Cause that's the job they do.
Grandpa and Daddy will soon come, They're full of science brains,
They love to talk about such things, And later will explain.
Jump on my lap and I will tell you, Stories of years ago,
About the garden GiGi had, With care, these plants will grow.
All the vegetables you love, And fruits that hang from trees,
These gifts that God has offered us, With work from you and me.
The thirty mile round trip to Silver Star is an hour's drive for grocery shopping, attending Sunday's Grace Bible Church, interspersed with baby sitting privileges for the grandchildren including a trip to the water slide. The following poem could cover types of questions grandchildren ask.
Christmas time soon comes again, Tell me Grandma please,
Is there a tree for Christmas Day, With gifts for you and me?
Mommie's busy building food, So I have come to you,
Today at pre-school someone said, "Yes, it might be true."
Classmates tell me there are bugs, Eating up our trees,
Tiny ones that grind them up, How can this bad thing be?
I know you always tell the truth, So I have come to you.
Will those bugs eat some other plants, I'm worried if they do.
Tiny, like a grain of rice, And they can fly around . . and. . .
"Ask Grandpa, he has lots of books, Where answers can be found."
But Grandma, now I need to know, 'Cause I want to grow some peas,
They taste so good and GiGi says, They're good for you and me.
Cucumbers - I just love them, Light green and juicy too,
Will bees be here to help the flowers, 'Cause that's the job they do.
Grandpa and Daddy will soon come, They're full of science brains,
They love to talk about such things, And later will explain.
Jump on my lap and I will tell you, Stories of years ago,
About the garden GiGi had, With care, these plants will grow.
All the vegetables you love, And fruits that hang from trees,
These gifts that God has offered us, With work from you and me.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
THE PEARLY GATES
Ahead I see the Pearly Gates, With others I'm in line,
Lights brighten as I pass along, Perhaps this is my time,
An angel in a glowing robe, Smiles and beckons me,
Soft music blends from everywhere, Is this the Holy See?
The angel offers me a book, I find therein a card,
It tells the story of each soul, And now we pass the guard.
"At times its called the Book of Life, And here you serve God too.
Familiar faces wait within, They're here to welcome you."
We open up the Book of Life, I ask, "Am I okay?"
"You listened to the Scriptures, child, And followed in my way.
Of course there's always more to learn, The main thing is you tried.
To grow in grace and live God's way, For only flesh has died.
Your soul, my child, still carries on, Through all eternity.
Now come with me and meet old friends,
There is no entrance fee.
I see my Mother, Dad and Bob, As others wave to me,
We'll share and talk about our trip, How love's truth holds the key.
Lights brighten as I pass along, Perhaps this is my time,
An angel in a glowing robe, Smiles and beckons me,
Soft music blends from everywhere, Is this the Holy See?
The angel offers me a book, I find therein a card,
It tells the story of each soul, And now we pass the guard.
"At times its called the Book of Life, And here you serve God too.
Familiar faces wait within, They're here to welcome you."
We open up the Book of Life, I ask, "Am I okay?"
"You listened to the Scriptures, child, And followed in my way.
Of course there's always more to learn, The main thing is you tried.
To grow in grace and live God's way, For only flesh has died.
Your soul, my child, still carries on, Through all eternity.
Now come with me and meet old friends,
There is no entrance fee.
I see my Mother, Dad and Bob, As others wave to me,
We'll share and talk about our trip, How love's truth holds the key.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
FREEZING FOOD FOR WINTER
The phone rings and it is my vegetable man saying he has some errands in town and will bring my vegetable and fruit order. A mid April frost this year brought only enough apricots for his own family. No carrots or beets for me either. He can bring 40 pounds of pears, 20 of peaches, a dozen or so tomatoes (since he knows I like only the vine ripened ones) and some squash. The peaches are unusually small this year he says, so he sells them for 75 cents a pound and the pears, squash and tomatoes 50 cents a pound. Apparently the bees had to flee back to their hives to fan their queen to keep her alive during the unusual frosty nights. Cherries and some of the other fruits succumbed to the vagrancies of this year's unusual weather patterns.
The clock reminds me that my computer Word Pad is waiting for me to finish up an item for the Grandkid's Gazette. It requires some poetry so it wants two hours of my time. A tap on my head (more like a bang) reminds me that it's time to fix lunch, I'm nearly an hour late. It reminds me that I am out of brain fuel. I chop up some mixed vegetables for a stir fry, open a can of Clover Leaf Wild Pacific salmon, add some quinoa (left over from the extra cooked at breakfast) call the recipe Salmon Bisque and fix a large salad. Yogurt with pineapple squares soaked overnight make a nice dressing.
The peaches demand immediate attention. Some are suffering from bird pecks and need extra work. The afternoon finds them being washed - so ripe the skins slide off quite easily - bathe them with a sprinkle of fruit fresh, blanched to help them hold their color, drained and placed in squares, layered with parchment paper (some call it patapar paper) and into the freezer they go. The paper makes it easy to separate out just what is needed for that day. The pears were still quite green yesterday but today are turning gold. I may not be publishing a post tomorrow. Looks like they are very anxious to join the pears for the winter. I'm so glad to have them delivered instead of having to carry them up my steep hill. He has a lovely wife that we met when picking raspberries a year or so ago and had a short visit at their busy little farm.
The clock reminds me that my computer Word Pad is waiting for me to finish up an item for the Grandkid's Gazette. It requires some poetry so it wants two hours of my time. A tap on my head (more like a bang) reminds me that it's time to fix lunch, I'm nearly an hour late. It reminds me that I am out of brain fuel. I chop up some mixed vegetables for a stir fry, open a can of Clover Leaf Wild Pacific salmon, add some quinoa (left over from the extra cooked at breakfast) call the recipe Salmon Bisque and fix a large salad. Yogurt with pineapple squares soaked overnight make a nice dressing.
The peaches demand immediate attention. Some are suffering from bird pecks and need extra work. The afternoon finds them being washed - so ripe the skins slide off quite easily - bathe them with a sprinkle of fruit fresh, blanched to help them hold their color, drained and placed in squares, layered with parchment paper (some call it patapar paper) and into the freezer they go. The paper makes it easy to separate out just what is needed for that day. The pears were still quite green yesterday but today are turning gold. I may not be publishing a post tomorrow. Looks like they are very anxious to join the pears for the winter. I'm so glad to have them delivered instead of having to carry them up my steep hill. He has a lovely wife that we met when picking raspberries a year or so ago and had a short visit at their busy little farm.
Monday, September 8, 2008
HARVEST FESTIVAL
Condos are interesting places and I feel lucky to have bought into
an especially nice one. We get together half a dozen times a year for
a banquet put together by volunteers. My next door neighbor had many
stories to tell about her prairie life when we went for a walk. She is
featured in my Sayings of the Sages Blog of August 24th. All who buy into our condo have to be over age 50 years. Each year we have a meeting for all owners and when Betty, our strata president, offers the chair to someone else, we all remain silent. She spends her days working for a law firm and does a great job for us also. Entertainment is supplied by some of our group. Betty usually has some jokes for us. Don, Jake, Heidi and Sebastain add their great music at times. I'm expected to give a poem. Here is the one for Saturday's harvest banquet.
Here at the Regency we feel, We're like a family,
Brothers, sisters, caring hearts, Like old days used to be,
Our private home just like the young, We've added a few years,
But with our newer nearby friends, We need not have a fear.
And if some band-aid help we need, It's like in days of old,
New friends will make a call for help, Better far than gold.
Special times and holidays, To Connie we all turn,
We've named before this banquet help, And from them we all learn.
With children far away we find, These good folks lend a hand,
Together like a family, The baking - cooking band.
When Christmas comes and calls for snow, With shovels men appear,
Help keep us safe on icy days, Great guys - the family here.
If you should ask - is there more, I think you will agree ,
Grab a pen and write some words, For posterity.
A quote left by an ancient sage, A motto tucked in time,
The dictionary gives the words, And paper gives the lines.
My parents often quoted words, From an ancient sage,
That cheered us and would urge us on, On sad or worried days.
The alphabet gives letters all - So borrow what you need.
That children will remember, And make it their own creed.
My father's favorite quote:
"Heights that great men reached and kept, Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night."
an especially nice one. We get together half a dozen times a year for
a banquet put together by volunteers. My next door neighbor had many
stories to tell about her prairie life when we went for a walk. She is
featured in my Sayings of the Sages Blog of August 24th. All who buy into our condo have to be over age 50 years. Each year we have a meeting for all owners and when Betty, our strata president, offers the chair to someone else, we all remain silent. She spends her days working for a law firm and does a great job for us also. Entertainment is supplied by some of our group. Betty usually has some jokes for us. Don, Jake, Heidi and Sebastain add their great music at times. I'm expected to give a poem. Here is the one for Saturday's harvest banquet.
Here at the Regency we feel, We're like a family,
Brothers, sisters, caring hearts, Like old days used to be,
Our private home just like the young, We've added a few years,
But with our newer nearby friends, We need not have a fear.
And if some band-aid help we need, It's like in days of old,
New friends will make a call for help, Better far than gold.
Special times and holidays, To Connie we all turn,
We've named before this banquet help, And from them we all learn.
With children far away we find, These good folks lend a hand,
Together like a family, The baking - cooking band.
When Christmas comes and calls for snow, With shovels men appear,
Help keep us safe on icy days, Great guys - the family here.
If you should ask - is there more, I think you will agree ,
Grab a pen and write some words, For posterity.
A quote left by an ancient sage, A motto tucked in time,
The dictionary gives the words, And paper gives the lines.
My parents often quoted words, From an ancient sage,
That cheered us and would urge us on, On sad or worried days.
The alphabet gives letters all - So borrow what you need.
That children will remember, And make it their own creed.
My father's favorite quote:
"Heights that great men reached and kept, Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night."
Sunday, September 7, 2008
LIFE MOVES ON
This is from an Unknown Author
"I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch her until at length she is only a speck of white cloud, just where the sea and sky meet and mingle with each other. Someone at my side exclaims, 'There, she is gone!'
"Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all, She is just as large in hull and mast and spar as she was when she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination. Her diminished size is in my mind, not in her.
"And just at that moment when someone at my side says, 'She is gone,' there are other eyes watching for her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, 'There, she comes!'
"And that is dying." (Author unknown)
My Addendum
If family should ask me, "What is your wish, the day that you leave for heavenly bliss?" I'd say, "Have a party, with family, and fun, Remembering blessings, and victories won. Your kindnesses shown, the pleasures you gave, I'll remember them all, In my new enclave. And as I am able from this other plane, I'll forward you blessings including your name. If your name isn't clear, I'll screen up your face, Your sweet loving smile, kind deeds and good grace. Clay body is left, etherial ones here, With soul still intact, we need never fear. Memories remain, pop up at recall, In living color, and screens up them all.
But don't rush the Earthshine, There's work to do here, healthy food with good habits, Serving God without fear."
"I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch her until at length she is only a speck of white cloud, just where the sea and sky meet and mingle with each other. Someone at my side exclaims, 'There, she is gone!'
"Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all, She is just as large in hull and mast and spar as she was when she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination. Her diminished size is in my mind, not in her.
"And just at that moment when someone at my side says, 'She is gone,' there are other eyes watching for her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, 'There, she comes!'
"And that is dying." (Author unknown)
My Addendum
If family should ask me, "What is your wish, the day that you leave for heavenly bliss?" I'd say, "Have a party, with family, and fun, Remembering blessings, and victories won. Your kindnesses shown, the pleasures you gave, I'll remember them all, In my new enclave. And as I am able from this other plane, I'll forward you blessings including your name. If your name isn't clear, I'll screen up your face, Your sweet loving smile, kind deeds and good grace. Clay body is left, etherial ones here, With soul still intact, we need never fear. Memories remain, pop up at recall, In living color, and screens up them all.
But don't rush the Earthshine, There's work to do here, healthy food with good habits, Serving God without fear."
Saturday, September 6, 2008
YEAR 2008 MUSINGS
Winter finally moved aside, And bowed to springtime sun,
Shook up the trees with warming breeze, Pretending spring had come.
All dwellers got excited when, Trees burst their buds to bloom,
Bees woke up and spread their wings, And rushed for honey's boom.
Too early! some guards warned aloud, Jack Frost could nip with chill,
Main leaders say,"Let's raise our pay," And reached out for the till."
Queen leader ordered help to rush, And do their detailed dance,
To hurry workers to the fields, More frost? Just take a chance.
Astronomers, and weather maps, Their forces studied all,
The weather window for spring's bloom, Tried to meet their call,
And for the honey gatherers The honey pots soon filled,
Then balance on the scales fell, As gathered honey spilled.
Some worker bees got sick and died, It was a sad estate,
Sunshine hours, were they too short, Or global warming's fate?
Infighting of the palace queens, Caused some to lose their heads,
Let's make a change, and make amends, Both provinces and feds.
The workers screamed and shouted while, The boss said, "I'll explain,
You must know how smart we are, The best for all, we aim.
All who lost their B.C. jobs, May to Alberta go,
Where richest oil fields are found, We'll offer them more dough."
And so they wrangled all around, And pointed fingers too,
Telling others who did wrong, And made so much ado.
World thinks Canada is rich, Alberta now debt free,
New workers here take five an hour, 'Cause they are learning bees.
Contributed
Shook up the trees with warming breeze, Pretending spring had come.
All dwellers got excited when, Trees burst their buds to bloom,
Bees woke up and spread their wings, And rushed for honey's boom.
Too early! some guards warned aloud, Jack Frost could nip with chill,
Main leaders say,"Let's raise our pay," And reached out for the till."
Queen leader ordered help to rush, And do their detailed dance,
To hurry workers to the fields, More frost? Just take a chance.
Astronomers, and weather maps, Their forces studied all,
The weather window for spring's bloom, Tried to meet their call,
And for the honey gatherers The honey pots soon filled,
Then balance on the scales fell, As gathered honey spilled.
Some worker bees got sick and died, It was a sad estate,
Sunshine hours, were they too short, Or global warming's fate?
Infighting of the palace queens, Caused some to lose their heads,
Let's make a change, and make amends, Both provinces and feds.
The workers screamed and shouted while, The boss said, "I'll explain,
You must know how smart we are, The best for all, we aim.
All who lost their B.C. jobs, May to Alberta go,
Where richest oil fields are found, We'll offer them more dough."
And so they wrangled all around, And pointed fingers too,
Telling others who did wrong, And made so much ado.
World thinks Canada is rich, Alberta now debt free,
New workers here take five an hour, 'Cause they are learning bees.
Contributed
Friday, September 5, 2008
HELP FOR BULLIES
A new approach for helping the bully as well as the one being bullied is proving to be very successful. It was developed by a Jewish school psychologist and is based on the teachings of Jesus. Izzy Kalman has been training adults on how to help children who are victims of teasing. This ten-step method is given in a children's manual at: (http://www.bullies2buddies.com/manual/kids/index.html).
First Step: The manual tells us - stay calm. Getting upset reinforces the teasing and makes it worthwhile to the bully. It is easier to stay calm if the parents have not failed to notice and comment on all the good points of their children. The manual advises what to say to the bully, such as "If you enjoy making fun of me you can do it all day long." This will stop the bully very quickly but must be said without without anger and with assurance of really meaning it. Inserting a thought of silent pity for the bully may help give the needed confidence to answer in this manner.
Most of us have experienced the sting of a put-down. It is easy to come up with a good retort, but that becomes a mini declaration of war. The bully is usually jealous or envious. An old adage tells us, "A sharp tongue can cut your own throat." It would be interesting if this proverb was first said by one of the sages recorded in our "Sayings of the Sages" blogs.
When my eldest brother began to be called "Mosquito Legs" as his slim figure stretched to six feet five inches he just laughed about it and then it was soon forgotten. Another student a little older than him sometimes called out "Hello Paulie" when he walked by their place. This diminutive for Paul soon changed its tone later when he just waved and smiled, almost like it had been a compliment. The two later became good friends. This gentle giant became a favorite to all his siblings and when our parents were away we listened to him with confidence and assurance. My second brother later referred to him as our "mamma-daddy" when our parents were away.
First Step: The manual tells us - stay calm. Getting upset reinforces the teasing and makes it worthwhile to the bully. It is easier to stay calm if the parents have not failed to notice and comment on all the good points of their children. The manual advises what to say to the bully, such as "If you enjoy making fun of me you can do it all day long." This will stop the bully very quickly but must be said without without anger and with assurance of really meaning it. Inserting a thought of silent pity for the bully may help give the needed confidence to answer in this manner.
Most of us have experienced the sting of a put-down. It is easy to come up with a good retort, but that becomes a mini declaration of war. The bully is usually jealous or envious. An old adage tells us, "A sharp tongue can cut your own throat." It would be interesting if this proverb was first said by one of the sages recorded in our "Sayings of the Sages" blogs.
When my eldest brother began to be called "Mosquito Legs" as his slim figure stretched to six feet five inches he just laughed about it and then it was soon forgotten. Another student a little older than him sometimes called out "Hello Paulie" when he walked by their place. This diminutive for Paul soon changed its tone later when he just waved and smiled, almost like it had been a compliment. The two later became good friends. This gentle giant became a favorite to all his siblings and when our parents were away we listened to him with confidence and assurance. My second brother later referred to him as our "mamma-daddy" when our parents were away.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
PET CARE
Friends of mine have lost three dogs from cancer even though they take excellent care of them, with health checkups every year, a half hour walk three times a day, all necessary shots recommended by the veterinary, and provide the kind of dog food recommended by him.
A Veterinary oncologist in the US estimates that almost 50 percent of of geriatric dogs and 33 percent of aged cats will die of cancer. "Cancer occurs when a mutation of the DNA happens during normal cellular reproduction," says Doug Knueven, DVM. "Since the body has billions of cells that are continuously reproducing, cancer cells are produced every day. A healthy immune system destroys the deranged cells before they can cause harm. One cause of cancer is an unhealthy immune system that cannot keep up with the normal number of mutations the body produces. When the cells of the body produce an abnormally number of mutations that even a healthy immune system cannot keep up with, they succumb to cancer, says Dr. Knueven.
He says the most important thing we can do to prevent this is to limit their exposure to toxins. An individual can handle a certain level of chemicals in their system, but at some point a threshold is reached, past which the body is adversely affected.
A recent study of the Environmental Working Group (EWG) found high levels of industrial toxins in the systems of pets. Dogs were contaminated with 35 chemicals, eleven of them carcinogens, and cats were polluted with 46, including nine carcinogens. "Stain resistant" treatments for furniture and carpets were one source of contamination. A full report can be found at www.ewg.org/reports/pets. Lawn turf, flea and tick sprays, collars, shampoos and topical medications are others. "Vaccines reduce certain infections but do stress the immune system and limiting them is prudent," adds Dr. Knueven.
"A raw-food diet is best, but a recent study showed that adding some shredded vegetables to a dog's diet three times a week can reduce the risk," he adds. Further information can be found at www.BeaverAnimalClinic.com. Dr. Doug Knueven is the author of "Stand By Me, A Holistic Handbook for Animals, People and the Lives They Share," l- 800-333-4499.
A Veterinary oncologist in the US estimates that almost 50 percent of of geriatric dogs and 33 percent of aged cats will die of cancer. "Cancer occurs when a mutation of the DNA happens during normal cellular reproduction," says Doug Knueven, DVM. "Since the body has billions of cells that are continuously reproducing, cancer cells are produced every day. A healthy immune system destroys the deranged cells before they can cause harm. One cause of cancer is an unhealthy immune system that cannot keep up with the normal number of mutations the body produces. When the cells of the body produce an abnormally number of mutations that even a healthy immune system cannot keep up with, they succumb to cancer, says Dr. Knueven.
He says the most important thing we can do to prevent this is to limit their exposure to toxins. An individual can handle a certain level of chemicals in their system, but at some point a threshold is reached, past which the body is adversely affected.
A recent study of the Environmental Working Group (EWG) found high levels of industrial toxins in the systems of pets. Dogs were contaminated with 35 chemicals, eleven of them carcinogens, and cats were polluted with 46, including nine carcinogens. "Stain resistant" treatments for furniture and carpets were one source of contamination. A full report can be found at www.ewg.org/reports/pets. Lawn turf, flea and tick sprays, collars, shampoos and topical medications are others. "Vaccines reduce certain infections but do stress the immune system and limiting them is prudent," adds Dr. Knueven.
"A raw-food diet is best, but a recent study showed that adding some shredded vegetables to a dog's diet three times a week can reduce the risk," he adds. Further information can be found at www.BeaverAnimalClinic.com. Dr. Doug Knueven is the author of "Stand By Me, A Holistic Handbook for Animals, People and the Lives They Share," l- 800-333-4499.
MOUSE E-MAIL MESSAGES
Sorry little mousie but, You can't live inside,
Rules here say that all must work, To you I will confide,
Your habits of housekeeping are, Really not the best,
All must learn to keep the rules, Unless invited guests.
I know you'll say, "It's Mother's fault, She never showed me how,"
But all who live inside must learn, Or live out with the cows.
I tried that too, it didn't work, I know a mouse can learn,
Stand by the door, Mom lets us out, Then board and room we earn.
My mistress likes to keep things clean, Then she is happy here,
If you sneak around and steal again, You're right out on your ear.
I saw you limp back to the barn, The weather's nicer now,
Your mother will take care of you, Just try, she'll show you how.
So now you have another chance, Remember what I said,
We'll warn you with the rules to three, Then you're pitched out on head.
When you cheat, it's really lying, And life becomes so sad,
Like we learn in Sunday School, But mainly Mom and Dad.
Will Mister Mousie change his ways, Or sneak around again?
Or like the doggie learn to change, Or stay in mousie den.
More mouse mail next week.
Rules here say that all must work, To you I will confide,
Your habits of housekeeping are, Really not the best,
All must learn to keep the rules, Unless invited guests.
I know you'll say, "It's Mother's fault, She never showed me how,"
But all who live inside must learn, Or live out with the cows.
I tried that too, it didn't work, I know a mouse can learn,
Stand by the door, Mom lets us out, Then board and room we earn.
My mistress likes to keep things clean, Then she is happy here,
If you sneak around and steal again, You're right out on your ear.
I saw you limp back to the barn, The weather's nicer now,
Your mother will take care of you, Just try, she'll show you how.
So now you have another chance, Remember what I said,
We'll warn you with the rules to three, Then you're pitched out on head.
When you cheat, it's really lying, And life becomes so sad,
Like we learn in Sunday School, But mainly Mom and Dad.
Will Mister Mousie change his ways, Or sneak around again?
Or like the doggie learn to change, Or stay in mousie den.
More mouse mail next week.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
VISITORS IN THE FALL
Nights are getting chilly folks, It must be fall again,
Time to find a winter's home, And share it with my kin,
I feel that luck is with me here, There's light at trail's end.
My wife will love it here with me, We'll build a home again.
And through the cold dark winter nights, We'll raise a family,
I've scouted everything right here, Enough for the dog and me.
That selfish little critter snarled, Though has not eaten all,
He will not share leftover food, I'm shocked and quite appalled.
I barely made a fast escape, We both raced 'round the room,
Chairs and things flew everywhere, I felt that I was doomed.
A pretty face peered from a door, I hope she'll save my day,
And chase that selfish dog right out, Invite me here to stay.
Instead came screams and shouting that, Caused even more commotion,
This Penthouse livin's not for me, Guess it's a crazy notion.
Later maybe try again, They might get used to me,
I'll tiptoe to that doggie dish, Caution is the key.
I hear from talk on telephone, The master's on his way,
When they're out doggie walking, I'll sneak back in and stay.
Hey! they've left peanut butter, Pressed tightly on a plate,
And cheese - But it just snapped at me, I'm fooled, it sealed my fate.
I think they tossed me out the door,
Did I survive, Tune in again, There may be more.
Time to find a winter's home, And share it with my kin,
I feel that luck is with me here, There's light at trail's end.
My wife will love it here with me, We'll build a home again.
And through the cold dark winter nights, We'll raise a family,
I've scouted everything right here, Enough for the dog and me.
That selfish little critter snarled, Though has not eaten all,
He will not share leftover food, I'm shocked and quite appalled.
I barely made a fast escape, We both raced 'round the room,
Chairs and things flew everywhere, I felt that I was doomed.
A pretty face peered from a door, I hope she'll save my day,
And chase that selfish dog right out, Invite me here to stay.
Instead came screams and shouting that, Caused even more commotion,
This Penthouse livin's not for me, Guess it's a crazy notion.
Later maybe try again, They might get used to me,
I'll tiptoe to that doggie dish, Caution is the key.
I hear from talk on telephone, The master's on his way,
When they're out doggie walking, I'll sneak back in and stay.
Hey! they've left peanut butter, Pressed tightly on a plate,
And cheese - But it just snapped at me, I'm fooled, it sealed my fate.
I think they tossed me out the door,
Did I survive, Tune in again, There may be more.
Monday, September 1, 2008
ADVICE
It is amazing how often I tune into a Blog that has the exact advice I need for that moment. (By the way the Funk and Wagnalls spell it "advise" U.S. For example the man who told how he fixed the hoof of his horse. I'm not expecting to purchase a horse any time soon but it was so interesting to read the details and feel how great it must have been for that horse to not have to be loaded up and travel over a possibly bumpy road to a vet. Same with "Cicero Sings" Blog - who told of a substitute item that would work for a recipe.
A family gathering can come up with needed advice as well. A valued relative commented, "I like your 'up to date postings' more than your research into 'Sayings of Sages' of by-gone days." I told myself he had a point to ponder - after all he had been a teacher at an interior university for decades. My memory had recorded a sage as "a wise counselor, venerable in judgment, showing wisdom and prudence." Nowhere did it say they had to be deceased.
I then realized I had been living next door to one for seven years. You can read more about her in my posting of August 24th. There will no doubt be more current items in future postings. Perhaps I had been concerned that a member of parliament whom I had admired because of his values, might sometimes vote the opposite way to please his boss and my idol prove to have feet of clay.
My son, who helped me set up my Blog gave this advice when I asked him, "Just write whatever is in your heart to say." When speaking to his son (who is my grandson of course) he laughed and said, "That sounds like my Dad alright, a man of few words."
Bye now, thanks and keep those wise words coming.
A family gathering can come up with needed advice as well. A valued relative commented, "I like your 'up to date postings' more than your research into 'Sayings of Sages' of by-gone days." I told myself he had a point to ponder - after all he had been a teacher at an interior university for decades. My memory had recorded a sage as "a wise counselor, venerable in judgment, showing wisdom and prudence." Nowhere did it say they had to be deceased.
I then realized I had been living next door to one for seven years. You can read more about her in my posting of August 24th. There will no doubt be more current items in future postings. Perhaps I had been concerned that a member of parliament whom I had admired because of his values, might sometimes vote the opposite way to please his boss and my idol prove to have feet of clay.
My son, who helped me set up my Blog gave this advice when I asked him, "Just write whatever is in your heart to say." When speaking to his son (who is my grandson of course) he laughed and said, "That sounds like my Dad alright, a man of few words."
Bye now, thanks and keep those wise words coming.
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