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."
Sunday, September 7, 2008
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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