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is not how much you DO,
but how much LOVE you put into
the doing that
~ Mother Teresa...
July 31, 2006
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Are My Sunshine"
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a powerful State of Mind that I believe we can all reach ... eventually. I learned
to move out of a survival-no-matter-what upbringing into positive thinking and
action. However, it was only when I finally embraced my serene, inner KNOWINGNESS
that miracles began to happen everywhere in my life. (Next week look for a very
special slideshow called "A State of Mind" for you to
enjoy and share.)
~ Chelle Thompson, Editor
From the Inside Out
A BROTHER'S SONG
any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did
what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling.
found out that the new baby was going be a girl, and day after day, night after
night, Michael sang to his sister in his mommy's tummy. He was building a bond
of love with the baby before he even met her.
pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, and in time, the labor pains came. Soon
it was every five minutes, every three, then every minute.
serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of
labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's
little sister was born.
she was in very serious condition. With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance
rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital,
days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatric specialist told the parents,
"There is little hope. Be prepared for the worst."
and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. The had fixed
up a special room in their home for the new baby, but now they found themselves
having to plan for a funeral.
however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister. "I want to
sing to her," he said.
two weeks in intensive care, it looked as if a funeral would come before the week
was over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are rarely
allowed in Intensive Care.
made up her mind. She decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not. If
he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him
in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU.
He looked like a walking laundry basket. The head nurse recognized
him as a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now.
No children are allowed."
mother instinct rose up strong in Karen, and the usually
mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's
face, her lips a tight line. "He is not leaving until he
sings to his sister," she stated firmly.
Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing
the battle to live. After a moment, he began to sing. In the pure-hearted voice
of a 3-year-old, Michael sang: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
you make me happy when skies are gray."
Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. Her pulse rate began to calm down and
become steady. "Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen with
tears in her eyes.
never know, dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away."
sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as
a kitten's purr.
"Keep on singing, sweetheart," whispered his mother.
other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..."
Michael's little sister began to relax as rest healing rest seemed
to sweep over her.
on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head
nurse. Karen glowed with wonder.
are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my sunshine away..."
next, day, the very next day, the little girl was well enough to go home. The
medical staff called it a miracle.
is so incredibly powerful ... To the world you may be one person, but to
one person you may be the world!
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Yes You Can!
GRASP THE TRUTH
IN ONE MOMENT
was very young, but I remember it clearly. I was struggling. I simply could not
reconcile how to be the person I wanted to be. I did not understand why I was
such a failure when all I wanted was to be a good person. To sort things
out, I wrote. Almost constantly. I would pour out all my hopes and worries on
paper. I felt so stricken with failures that I had come to believe that everyone
would soon give up on me. Even harmless ventures to explore the world of my peers
brought catastrophes upon my head.
had questions and worries. What prevented my complete destruction was the fact
that even at that early stage of my life I was a seeker.
I sought when writing. I sought with my longings. I sought with every relationship
I encountered. I sought with my desire to help. I sought with my commitment to
read, I cried, I felt guilt, I was sorry. I tried to be different but,
I didnt know how
I didnt know where to begin!
enough, it was during this horribly mixed-up time that I had an experience like
none other. I was sitting alone at a table in an eating establishment. It was
probably my lunch hour, though strangely, I do not remember those details. What
I do remember is that my mind was in yet another state of pondering. I recall
having brought several selections of materials to read from
those were the
first of the days when calendars, posters and cards were being printed with inspirational
sayings. Some were humorous. Some were thought-provoking. Some were calming. All
held special significance to me because they touched upon things I was trying
on this day, the inviting catalogue and other reading materials lay quietly on
the seat beside me. I felt calm and peaceful and allowed myself to relax. Momentarily,
I felt a familiarity near me. I turned to the chair across from me expecting a
friend to be present. No one was there, but I felt a voice say, as if in conversation,
You are strong!
was such emphasis on the phrase that, taken aback, I shook my head in disagreement.
In fact, I shook my head vehemently (though perhaps not physically), as I painfully
tabulated all the times that I had made wrong choices, or failed to do right.
No. I was NOT strong! YES you are! The words were emphasized with
compassionate humor, but also with conviction! All
I could do was stare at the empty chair, bewildered! Then, I heard these words,
and felt their respectfulness: SO strong!
I knew better than to argue. This was my friend a friend whom I instinctively
understood, knew me well! I sat quietly and felt the sureness and conviction within
the voice. As my mind allowed me to leave that place of friendship and reassurance,
I came out of my transfixion not knowing fully what had transpired. Soon, I found
the wherewithal to glance at my watch and, whether I had to return to work or
had an appointment I dont recall, but I remember gathering my things and
course, the impact of that moment was to stay with me for days. Every time it
would re-occur in my mind I could feel the calm peace of a friend who believed
in me. That interaction has had a permanent affect on my life though not
an omnipresent one, as one may assume. No,
I was still the self-driven seeker. I was still the prone-to-fall doer. I was
still the put-your-foot-in-your-mouth speaker.
the first week, even months, I would look at my choices, my blunders and my actions
and argue the validity of any such statement. My lifes actions and choices
certainly didnt denote strength. At times throughout the rest
of the year, I would try to compartmentalize my actions in order to determine
whether or not any of them showed strength. In my analysis, I always felt I fell
short of the moniker strong, and before long I began to dismiss the
idea as absurd.
my friend was not done with me. Just as a good parent knows that character-building
cognitions come after tried-and-failed OR tried-and-successful attempts at many
different things, life itself was to ask more of me than I would ever have believed
possible. Through the necessity of having to Keep Going and the internal
desire to Keep Learning I ultimately participated in a full life of
varied experiences. I discovered that it was the little, but consistent successes
that helped me understand the concept of strength even if my main strength
was just tenacity.
was a lack of financial security that became the catalyst for me
to learn to do repairs and to build. I learned financial management
for my own sanity! In fact, because I was so bad at managing money,
it was the need to improvise wherein I learned to substitute
unusual but functional items in place of expensive ones,
that instilled in me a great appreciation for the creative side
of living ! Over the years, I came to respect these new-found abilities
and to acknowledge them as unexpected gifts.
it was the need to accept these skills as assets that caused me to shun those
who would reject my approach. At first I would walk away from the ogre who would
mock my way of living. However, because I truly did NOT want to reject the person
who so uncannily demeaned my progress, but wanted to befriend them for where
they were and for who they were, I finally discovered that I
began to understand that we were simply different people looking at the world
from differing places. Here was a person who had not been as blessed as myself
in discovering for themselves the beauty and creativity learned by making
do with what you have! After
making that recognition, I found I could be forgiving, tolerant and understanding
of their current perspective. I could be engaging and excited about their ideas!
I could relate to the plans and hopes and dreams they aspired toward, because
those dreams were once MINE, too! Those dreams that I left behind so long
ago and replaced with new ones were still a viable and active part of their
lives! I found ways to support them. Encourage them. Help them in the moment!
have come to realize that their perspective is what keeps them in their moment
thus, I learned not to dismiss them by judging them. It is not for ME to decide
whether or not things are relevant to their lives. It is THEIR history, and thus,
the only point of reference they have to move forward from. It is their standard
and they have to become comfortable within it, or change it. I
am ever-more confident that they, too, will have their own experience with a friend
who believes in them and knows them well perhaps when sitting transfixed
at a table-for-one. They will feel the familiarity of that voice and, although
it might not say you are strong to them, it WILL say something truthful:
You are KIND, You are WISE, You are GIVING.
memory of that day has taught me many things. It has taught me that one of the
components of love is understanding that all our youthful searchings and blunders,
our disillusionments and disappointments, our worries and our angers, are of little
account compared to the beauty of being consistently drawn toward our own personal
strengths. I try to remember that lesson each and every day with my own children.
I can forget mistakes. I can ignore inattentiveness. But I know that what I must
do is to help them find glimpses of their own strengths so that someday
they will understand how those qualities influence and enrich their entire lives!
Someday they too will know the truth in the statements, You are STRONG!
... You are COMPASSIONATE! ... You are GIVING!
By N. O. Tate © 2005 (Reprinted with Permission)
Rapunzel By Peter Vogelaar
Hot Springs is located at the south end of Harrison Lake, which at 60 kilometers
long, is the largest body of fresh water in southwestern British Columbia. This
is an area with a rich history, as well as an abundance of natural beauty. Sure
there are the renowned and soothing mineral hot springs, but probably the most
memorable of these attractions is The Enchanted World of Sand where
each year 3,000 tons (2,720 tonnes) of sand on Harrison's beach is transformed
into North America's largest, public, sand-sculpture attraction. The For those
with a passion for sand castles, the exhibit depicts legendary characters from
fairytales, myths and legends, including this region's very own Sasquatch. Enchanted
World culminates each September in the World Championship of Sand Sculpture.
Despite its international reputation, Harrison is still very much a small village.
The pace is leisurely and the atmosphere is friendly. In 1895, Charles Inkman
started a business that was to become the Harrison Lake Supply Company. The business
supplied many logging camps up the lake and delivered tourists to the hotel. The
Inkman family still owns and manages Harrison Village Mall on the same site as
the original store. Today, visitors can enjoy a wide variety of activities. The
beaches are ideal for sunbathing, and the lagoon provides a protected warm-water
spot for swimming. The lake is also a popular destination for boaters and windsurfers.
Untangling the Web
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mystical short story by Dana Taylor
thread of Kindred Spirits began several years ago when I read a story about
a young woman in Bangladesh who had turned away the attentions of a young man.
He retaliated by throwing acid on her face, leaving her disfigured and an outcast
in her society. Last year I interviewed Cindi Broaddus, author of A Random
Act. Cindi was driving down a rural highway in 2001 in Oklahoma on her way
to the airport. An unknown assailant threw a gallon of acid on her windshield
from an overpass. After fifteen surgeries, Cindi lives with the scars of acid
violence. Her status as the sister-in-law of television personality, Dr. Phil
McGraw, shone a spotlight on a largely ignored and heinous form of violence. Cindi
has a kindred spirit with the thousands of victims of acid violence in Bangladesh,
India, Cambodia and many other countries. When I was asked to write a story for
Echelon Press, I kicked around many ideas. The end to acid violence and other
crimes against the weakest of society begins with a change of mass consciousness.
Kindred Spirits is about one womans life-changing trip to a foreign
land. Besides finding romance and adventure, the heroine E. Star Conrad comes
to understand the difference one person can make. My hope is Kindred Spirits
will bring us one degree closer to a leap of consciousnesssetting new standards
where violence against women is no longer acceptable and the powerless become
empowered and respected. New thoughts embraced by many can effect global changes.
Spirits is available as an e-download at: EchelonPress.com
GIVING UP ON WORDS
Chaos" (see full version here)
is a poem written in 1922 that features about 800 of the worst
spelling and pronunciation irregularities in the English language.
The author was Dutch writer and traveler Dr. Gerard Nolst Trenité,
who was born in 1870. He was a private teacher in California in
1894, for a while, where he taught the sons of the Netherlands
Consul-General. From 1901 to 1918 he worked as a school teacher
Holland, and published several school books in English
and French. From 1909 until his death in 1946 he wrote frequently
for an Amsterdam weekly paper, with a linguistic column under
the pseudonym 'Charivarius.' It is said that once you've
learned to correctly pronounce every word in the unabridged poem,
you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English
speakers in the world. If you find it tough going, do not despair,
you are not alone ...
creature in creation, Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse Sounds like corpse, corps, horse,
and worse. I will keep you, Suzy, busy, Make your
head with heat grow dizzy. Tear in eye, your dress
will tear. So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
compare heart, beard, and heard, Dies and diet, lord and
word, Sword and sward, retain and Britain. (Mind the latter,
how it's written.) Now I surely will not plague you With such words as plaque
and ague. But be careful how you speak: Say break and steak,
but bleak and streak; Cloven, oven, how and low, Script, receipt,
show, poem, and toe....
privy, famous; clamour And enamour rhyme with hammer. River, rival,
tomb, bomb, comb, Doll and roll and some and home. Stranger
does not rhyme with anger, Neither does devour with clangour.
Souls but fouls, haunt but aunt, Font, front, wont, want, grand,
and grant, Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger, And then singer,
ginger, linger, Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge, Marriage, foliage,
mirage, and age.
does not rhyme with very, Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth. Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.
Though the differences seem little, We say actual but victual. Refer
does not rhyme with deafer. Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer. Mint,
pint, senate and sedate; Dull, bull, and George ate late. Scenic,
Arabic, Pacific, Science, conscience, scientific.
library, heave and heaven, Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven. We say
hallowed, but allowed, People, leopard, towed, but vowed.
Mark the differences, moreover, Between mover, cover, clover; Leeches, breeches,
wise, precise, Chalice, but police and lice; Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label.
panel, and canal, Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal. Worm
and storm, chaise, chaos, chair, Senator, spectator, mayor. Tour, but our
and succour, four. Gas, alas, and Arkansas. Sea, idea, Korea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria. Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.
alien with Italian, Dandelion and battalion. Sally with ally,
yea, ye, Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key. Say aver, but ever,
fever, Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver. Heron, granary, canary. Crevice
and device and aerie. Face, but preface, not efface. Phlegm,
phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass. Large, but target, gin, give, verging, Ought,
out, joust and scour, scourging. Ear, but earn and wear and tear Do not
rhyme with here but ere. Seven is right, but so is even, Hyphen, roughen, nephew
Stephen, Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk, Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work...
which rhymes with enough Though, through, plough, or dough, or
cough? Hiccough has the sound of cup. My advice is to give up!!!"
by Bob who lives in St. Cloud, Florida
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