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Monday, April 9, 2007

The King of Culture

Yes, I most definitely am the king of culture. Straight from poetry sessions with Hank LaFlamm to your living room, comes the King of Culture bringing you: Storm King.

If you're ever in the Catskills area for a mt climbing excursion, or to see an Army football game, or or just on your way to/fro NYC that you check out this huge sculpture garden. These are two of about 80 sculptures there. The one in the background is as big as an At-At.

There, now don't you feel edified?

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The Serenity Prayer

From the inspired Friendship poem ' If ' - by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream and not make dreams your master; If you can think and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same: If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools

ORDER OF THINGS

There is a rightful order found
Beyond the things that seem to be,
Something beneath the surface seen
Hidden behind prevalent schemes.
I know this fact through feelings felt
in such relief that come to mind,
When in life I do my bit
And leave results to Spirit's will.
There is a rightful order found
In which Spirit our lives arrange,
Giving us what we rightly earn
With precision in circumstance,
Designed to rhyme and meet somehow
In a rightful order, time, and place.
From the Book - Poems of Life

What Bree and Jake Have Learned

Breathe in Breathe out By Joan Fleitas, Ed.D., R.N. Today I wheezed, today I sneezed, today I learned a lesson. That breathing in and out each day is really quite a blessing. Some tubes connect my mouth to my lungs, And at times they swell up like balloons. And when they do, the air squeeks through, so my breathing appears out of tune. This swelling occurs when I pat the dog, or run out in the cold. When grass is cut, or leaves are raked, or when there's lots of mold. I’m absent when the tubes swell tight. Some say I'm playing hooky, but when breathing is a struggle, I can't even eat a cookie. I've learned what I've got is called asthma. It's a good thing for me that I'm bright. I test my breathing at the start of each day, and avoid things that make the tubes tight. The dog sleeps in the basement. I keep my stuffed toys clean. No one's allowed to smoke inside, hope you don't think that's mean. Sometimes no matter what I do the tubes swell anyhow, but I have tricks tucked up my sleeve. I'll share some with you now. I puff special medicine into my mouth with a nebulizer gadget. It works to open up the tubes. It really is like magic. Before I play some basketball or run out in the rain, I puff a different medicine. Then I can join the game. I don't eat many junk foods, and I try hard not to whine. These tricks help me stay healthy, So most times I'm just fine. If breathing in and breathing out a zillion times each day, is something you do without thinking a thought, thank God for this gift when you pray.

It's a bloody mess, but we are happy !

A Recipe for Mothers--- Today I left some dishes dirty. The bed I made at 3:30. The nappies soaked a little longer. The odor grew a little stronger. The crumbs I spilt the day before are staring at me from the floor. The fingerprints there on the wall will likely still be there next fall. The dirty streaks on the window panes will still be there next time it rains. "Shame on you, old lazy bones," I say... "And just what have you done today!" I nursed a baby till he slept. I held a toddler while he wept. I played a game of hide and seek. I squeezed a toy so it would squeak. I pulled a wagon, sang a song. Taught a child right from wrong. What did I do this whole day through? Not much that it shows, I guess it's true. Unless you think that what I've done might be important to someone. With bright blue eyes and soft blond hair. If that is true, I've done my share. © 1996 Wide Smiles

~ I Wish I Could Have Known Me ~ I wish I could have known me, when I was just a child. I think I would have liked the girl who seemed so meek and mild ...The girl who feared rejection, yet had the sweetest spirit; the one who would have been herself, if only she didn't fear it. We would have been the best of friends. I would pull her out of her shell. If I knew, then, what I know now, I would have always said, "Oh, well!" I would tell her, "You'll be pretty some day, when you are grown. Don't worry about freckles or rejection. Worry about the love you've shown." Yes, I wish I would have known me when I was a little girl. Then I could have told myself," In a room of gems, you're a pearl!" Â© 2005 by Claytia Doran

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Monday, April 9, 2007

The King of Culture

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