Literature Today

My personal views on literature, books, spirtuality, education and life! Sort of an online, in depth personal journal if you will...

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Dancing...

These lyrics are from Josh Groban's new CD "Awake", just released this month. The lyrics and music are written by Asher Lenz and Adam Crossley; this song is not to be missed and neither is the CD.


The song starts out with a music box sound, like crystal water running over diamond rocks... it's beautiful, incredible and uplifting...

May you dance when no one is looking in the hopes that someone is seeing...

So She Dances


A waltz when she walks in the room
She pulls back the hair from her face
She turns to the window
To sway in the moonlight
Even her shadow has grace

A waltz for the girl out of reach
She lifts her hands up to the sky
She moves with the music
The song is her lover
The melody's making her cry

So she dances
In and out of the crowd, like a glance
This romance is from afar calling me, silently

A waltz for the chance I should take
But how will I know where to start
She's spinning between constellations and dreams
The rhythm is my beating heart

So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is from afar calling me, silently
I can't keep on watching forever
I'd give up this view just to tell her

When I close my eyes I can see
The spotlight's are bright on you and me
We've got the floor
And you're in my arms
How could I ask for more?

So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is from afar calling me, silently
I can't keep on watching forever
And I'm giving up this view just to tell her



The lyics above can be found at:

More on Josh Groban can be found at:
http://www.warnerbrosrecords.com/

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Do You Dance?


This was sent to me over a month ago as a forward, I wish I could take credit for writing the words but I can not. May you dance... whatever that means to you today...
Dancing with God


When I meditated on the word GUIDANCE, I was drawn to" dance" at the end of the word. I reflected upon how doing God's will is a lot like dancing.
When two people try to lead, nothing feels right. The movement doesn't flow with the music,
and everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky.


When one person realizes this and lets the other lead,
both bodies begin to flow with the music. One gives gentle cues, perhaps with a nudge to the back or by pressing lightly in one direction or another.


It's as if two become one body, moving beautifully.


The dance takes surrender, willingness and attentiveness from one person and gentle guidance and skill from the other. My eyes drew back to the word GUIDANCE.


When I saw "G,"I thought of God, followed by "u" and "i."

"God, "u"and "i" dance".

God, you and I dance.


This statement is what guidance means to me. As I lowered my head,

I became willing to trust that God would guide my life.


My prayer for you today is that God's blessings and mercies be upon you and your family on this day and everyday. May you abide in Him as He abides in you. Dance together with God, trusting Him to lead and to guide you through each season of your life. If God has done anything for you in your life, please share this message with someone else, for prayer is one of the best gifts we can receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards; so let's continue to pray for one another.

I Hope You Dance!

Life is Precious - Give God Thanks For It .
What follows are my words- May you dance the dance of life and when someone asks may you say yes...

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

The Crystal Heart

"The Crystal Heart" retold by Aaron Shepard, illustrated by Joseph Daniel Fiedler. ISBN 0-689-81551-4.

A Vietnamese legend, a love story really, one written for children but which can be shared by all. Mi Nuong, the sheltered daughter of a mandarin hears a love song sung by a fisherman, Truong Chi.

First we need to realize what a mandarin is, not the orange that you can buy in the produce section, or in a can, but a person in China. An imperial magistrate, a noun, (in the Chinese Empire) a member of any of the nine ranks of public officials, each distinguished by a particular kind of button worn on the cap.

Definitions of the word mandarin at dictionary.com can be found here- http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/mandarin

Merriam Websters definition is a bit different but for those interested in a second opinion-
http://www.m-w.com/dictionary/mandarin

Mi Nuong knew privilege as the daughter of a magistrate and we all know that with great privilege comes great responsibility. She hears a song, carried on the wind... and sometimes love comes to us like that, unseen and only heard by the ear. If we're lucky we hear the call of love... and answer. Mi Nuong heard the call of love and when she sees the object of her desires (Truong Chi, the fisherman) she can not see him for who he really is. She does not listen to her heart, nor does she follow her heart.

With his true love unrequited Truong Chi's heart grows cold and he dies. His heart turns to crystal from being unloved and the villagers place his heart in a boat and let it float out to sea. As beautiful as Truong Chi's songs were so too is his heart and instead of floating out to sea his heart floats down to the mandarins palace... and so returns Truong Chi's heart to Mi Nuong one last time. It is made into a cup from which Mi Nuong drinks her tea and as she hear Truong Chi's song one last time her tear falls into the crystal heart cup and releases Truong Chi's spirit forevermore.

Tears will do that, they will heal the spirit and release the heart from it's prison. Whether your heart has grown cold like the crystal heart or it yet beats within you with unrequited love, cry, release your heart, and let it love again. Hear the song, follow your heart...

Monday, November 27, 2006

Secrets....

Unlock the secrets of your heart...

Whether you need a crystal key or to tell your secrets, the true way to freedom is to unlock the secrets of your heart. After all didn't Cinderella have to put on the glass slipper thereby unlocking the secret love of her own heart?

Sometimes we feel as though our hearts are made out of crystal and will shatter at the first sign of stress. Our hearts are not made from crystal and they will not shatter- they are forged from coal, through the pressures of life and the heat of love. Then, and only then, do our hearts become diamonds shaped by fire and love reflecting the eternal beauty of God's love.

"The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock,
in whom I take refuge; my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold."
Psalms 18:2
Who better to exemplify the example of the rock? Who more has been forged through trials and tribulations? The God you worship is your rock, on whom you can rely and trust when there are no others. Turn the light on, share the secrets, find the truth in your own heart... and lean upon the rock of salvation.
"The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?
The LORD is the defense of my life; whom shall I dread?"
Psalm 27:1
Criminal don't want their victims to tell, they want them to keep the secret. Don't do it. Don't keep the secrets and lock your heart away for someone else. There are survivors and there are survivors... the ones who live again share their stories... and their secrets. We should all listen and then we should tell our own stories.

Tell your secrets... tell your stories... the only way to true healing and freedom is the truth. Tell your truths... and unlock your heart... find the love that lies within.

The above image can be found at:
http://www.avoca.com/fitzgeralds_locked_chest1.html

The bible verses, and others like them, can be found at:
http://www.bibleshack.com/archive/bible-verses/strength.shtml

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

"Let Us Break Bread Together"

Keeping in mind that we are all related, (research has proven that human beings, all human beings, originated from sub-Saharan Africa), so when we celebrate Thanksgiving this week we should all be breaking bread together.

This is a direct quote from "The Iroquois" by Raymond Bial-

"All the people in a clan considered themselves related,
even if they were originally from a different nation,
and they remained members of their clan,
or "longhouse family," for life."

Published by Benchmark Books, Marshall Cavendish New York- ISBN 0-7614-0802-9

I also have an Af­ri­can-Amer­i­can spir­it­u­al to share which can be heard (and read) at the following link: http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/l/e/letusbbt.htm

Let us break bread together on our knees, (on our knees)
Let us break bread together on our knees. (on our knees)
When I fall on my knees with my face to the rising sun,
O Lord, have mercy on me.

Let us drink wine together on our knees, (on our knees)
Let us drink wine together on our knees. (on our knees)
When I fall on my knees with my face to the rising sun,
O Lord, have mercy on me.

Let us praise God together on our knees, (on our knees)
Let us praise God together on our knees. (on our knees)
When I fall on my knees with my face to the rising sun,
O Lord, have mercy on me.


Act 2:42
And they continued stedfastly in the apostles' doctrine and fellowship, and in breaking of bread, and in prayers.


Happy Thanksgiving and may you celebrate your life with thanksgiving and a grateful and giving heart~

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Happy Birthday~ To Me~

Yesterday was my birthday, the best one yet so far. Last year my Dad fell in the fireplace for my birthday- this year? Nothing. Nothing even remotely as spectacular as that. Darn. Of course in all fairness my Dad was not in the best of health last year but if he had listened to my mother and not kept those file folder boxes in front of the fireplace (near his chair) he would not have fallen in. Hmmm.

Since he did nothing spectacular and entertaining this year I thought I would share about an incident that happened when I was four.

I was four in 1972 (I have a late birthday for those of you who can do the math) and it must have been late spring when this occured; I can't imagine my mother and grandmother having let me out the door in only a rain coat and matching bonnet if were any other time of year.... (although if you ask my father when this incident occured he might deny all knowledge)

My father had been permitted to take me to Jay's Drugstore, a place I thought magical for reasons I can't recall now- and when you read what happens next you'll see why I used the word permitted. I don't remember actually going in to the store but I do remember getting out of the car. I must have been a particularly full handful that day because the weather was bad and I was out in it. It was gray, raining, quite windy and in a four year old mind, a storm of cataclysmic proportions. Needless to say I didn't want to get out of the car. Now you understand my father's version of this story might be incredibly different, I was after all four, the gift of storytelling hadn't been honed yet, although I do have most of the details correct- at least in my storyteller's mind.

At that time my father drove a VW Beetle (the original 60's version for those of you with a memory beyond Playstation), powder blue and terribly dangerous. It used to pinch my fingers in the door every chance it got. I remember standing on the running board, for lack of a better term as I suppose as my father tried to get me out of the car. It was at this point my rain bonnet blew off my lovely four year old head. It was a beautiful bonnet- matching rain coat, clear plastic- a novelty really for those times, plastic is so much more commonplace today. Imagine plastic garments! It boggles the mind- and we wore them.

But I digress- so there I am, on the running board and there my rain bonnet is blowing around the parking lot. Naturally my father ran after my rain bonnet, with much encouragement from me of course. I'm unbelievably good at encouragement, and I was at the age of four too. As my father rain around in the parking lot trying to chase my bonnet down an unimaginable thing happened... his hairpiece blew off...

Now you must understand that this was the seventies and male pattern baldness was a big deal then (still is for some) and hairpieces were quite popular. Or at least they were in our household. I believe my Uncle Ken for a time fell victim to this fashion trend (at the urging of my father) as well. At that time, in my four year old world, all men wore hairpieces but of course now I realize that they probably didn't. However it is a lovely thought to have had, especially for the owners of the hairpiece company. Imagine that, all the men in America using their product whether they needed it or not. Hmmm, the marketing of the seventies truly was something wasn't it?

But now I've left my father in the parking lot again, rain storm continuing on, while he chases my bonnet endlessly through the memories of my mind. Although this time he's had to catch his hairpiece and hold it onto his head as he continues to chase my bonnet. Rather spectacular really, which is of course why I remember this story with such clarity after 35 years....

I really must remember to make the rain storm into a thunderstorm next time I tell it....

For those of you who really need to know my father did indeed catch my rain bonnet that day- but now that I think about it this might be why I don't actually remember going into the store. Not that this being a 35 year old memory from a four year old mind has anything to with it. Would you go in a store if your hairpiece was on crooked? Gosh, this story gets better every time I tell it! Happy birthday to me!

And thanks Dad for letting me tell all your stories!

Monday, November 20, 2006

Rejoice!


"This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice in it and be glad." Psalm 118:24


Some days we have a bit of unexpected news... sometimes good... sometimes bad. It is all about what you do with that news that counts. Sometimes those closest to our own hearts cause us the most pain, and just sometimes... we don't know why.


Other times, of course, we do know why but again it's how we react to that news that counts. Emotionally, spiritually, physically these are all types of reactions that we might have to a bit of news. Sometimes just one, sometimes, if we're blessed, we will experience all three reactions.


It's not often that someone in this life surprises us, usually it's just life surprising us- and not always in the way we would like. I received an early birthday present yesterday, several in fact now that I think about it. Some of my reactions were definitely emotional. Being moved to tears is a common occurence for me, a simple thought or figurative gesture does mean a lot. Spiritually I reacted by appreciating the moment that I was in and savoring the thought that was behind the action. Not too many people can see you react spiritually, watch for those who can and cherish them, they're your truest friends....


And finally I had a rather odd physical reaction to the last surprise I'm thinking of, I was struck speechless... and when I think about that surprise yesterday I still am speechless. It rather feels like a miracle of biblical proportions, especially as the Bible verse that our minister of music preached on yesterday was ""Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth." Psalm 46:10


Anyone who knows me will tell you that I can talk and frequently I speak very quickly, sometimes without thinking things through as thoroughly as I should. My friends would also tell you that my greatest struggle in this life is to keep control of my mouth. That is why this last occurence is like a miracle of biblical proportions for me, rather like when God parted the Red Sea for Moses. This time though He closed the sea of my mouth... I truly must think to express my thoughts now.


However the good news is that I can still type!


Thank God! So today I rejoice in the miracles of life that are mine and meant for me alone, although some would argue that my having to think before I speak would be a miracle for all...


Let's all be glad for today, the only day we have, REJOICE!


The Bible verse above can be found at the link below~

Friday, November 17, 2006

A Grateful Heart~



Giving with a grateful heart is the key to true giving. Not only should we have thanksgiving each and every day of the year, we should diagram the word thanksgiving and examine what thankfulness and giving really mean.

Too often we just look at the word thanks and basically count our blessing, being thankful for all our material needs that have been met over the last part of the year. Not often enough do we express what it means to be giving.

To truly give with a grateful heart is thanksgiving indeed.

Giving with thanksgiving is what life is all about. So give of yourself- your time, your money and most of all... give your love. As long as you give with a thankful heart you are truly giving...

You must do the thing you think you cannot do. -Eleanor Roosevelt

The image above can be found at the following link~

http://www.treats4chicks.co.uk/img/heartsparklerburning.gif

Thursday, November 16, 2006

I Am Thankful~


I am thankful for those who love me.

Have you ever wondered how many people, in your lifetime, truly love you? I am sure it's many, from the beginning of your life to the very end. If you were fortunate enough to be born in the United States than most likely you were born in a hospital. At that hospital there were many people, from the doctors and nurses, to the engineering staff, who loved enough in their own lives so that at that moment in time when you were born, the world was ready for your arrival. Think of how many people were present for your birth that day...

The universe functioned as it should on the day, or night, on which you were born, and you had safe passage through... entering this world through the loving-kindness of others.

Think for a moment of all those who have traveled far and wide, praying for a safe journey and passage. History is full of those who came from one world and traveled to the next, the Vikings, the Pilgrims, the slaves. Not all passages are joyous ones.

All of us at some point in our lives will be traveling from one world to the next and seek safe passage. We need a safe place to lay our heads at night and rest from the day's journeys, only to conitnue on the morrow our path. In our lives we will encounter many people, those who are with us now might not necessarily be there at the end. Just as those from the hospital where we were born are not with us now. Yet they provided us safe passage and assisted us on our journey, in part, to where we are today, at this very moment. I am thankful for their love.

I am thankful for all who have loved me in this life, who have provided me safe passage through. I am thankful for all who will continue to love me in a world without end...

There is no beginning, there is no end, there is only a world without end... sail with the wind.

Ephesians 3:21


The image above can be found at~

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

A Grateful Heart~



In the spirit of sharing thanksgiving I'm going to share what I'm most grateful for~


I'm grateful for the universal truths of love that build bridges from the unseen into the seen...


I'm grateful that life is a dance; my heart leads while the rest of me follows...

I'm grateful that life is not measured by how much we can take away but by how much we can give...

Happy Thanksgiving~ may you too have a grateful heart...

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Thanksgiving~

One need only look aound oneself to see what there is to be thankful for. Many people do not stop and smell the roses, but then there are those who do, and they become thankful for even the smallest blessings. I am trying to be one of thsoe people who stop and smell the roses, who enjoys miracles of many kinds each and every day.

Normally I do not write about my children, I have always wished to keep that area of my life private but perhaps now is a good time to do so. What I am most thankful for in my life are my son and my daughter. There is no other gift from God like a child of own's own. To bring forth life from your own body is truly a miracle indeed. My children reflect not only my outer qualities but my inner ones as well. To see immortality in the eyes of my own flesh and blood is indescribable.


That said I also recognize the children of others as a gift from God. To truly love another, whether it be child or adult is as well a gift from God. To love is a choice; the word love in and of itself is a verb, an action word. To love not only your children but someone else's child is in itself a gift from God. The world is full of examples of parents who do not love their own children. To be blessed by love, of any kind, is one of those miracles that defies explanation. True love comes from within and can be found no other way. Love is a choice... love is always a choice, a gift to be fully embraced.


Thanksgiving for me means to be grateful for love, not only from my children but from children everywhere, all over the world. Love is a gift to be shared, it also is a gift to be thankful for... Thank you God for the gift of all my children whether they be my students or the children of my friends. Thank you God for the gift of love which is found within me , and for allowing me to share it with children everywhere....


It takes a grateful heart to see even the tiniest of miracles, I hope and pray that you, too, can stop today and recognize the miracles that surround you. They are all around you if only you choose to just stop and smell those roses...

The image (photogrpah taken by Anne Geddes) above can be found at:

Monday, November 13, 2006

Be Thankful~


Yesterday while at church a friend mentioned today's topic, thanksgiving. This is not just about the kind of Thanksgiving that we have once a year in November with a turkey and all the trimmings, this about the kind of thanksgiving that we should keep in our hearts all year long, each and every day.


My friend said that she was reading an article in a woman's magazine, (Woman's World) and the article suggested that in the autumn people should start writing down three things every day that they were thankful for. This way by the time Thanksgiving rolled around people would have a list of blessings and were not unprepared to share what they were thankful for at the dinner table. (I almost wrote "sinner" table but that's a topic for another time. See? It pays to edit!)

I also have written in my notes from yesterday~ "you smile for what you have gratitude for". Well. I have many things to be grateful for, far too many to start writing my complete list here this morning. However there are a few things I can think of that make me smile each and every day.
When a child looks at me and smiles I always smile in return. It's almost reflexive, one can't help but see the purity in their souls.
When the sun shines down one me and I lift my face, eyes closed, to receive the healing rays of the sun.
When a song touches my heart...
May you find something to smile about today.... and to be thankful for....

The above image can be found under cornucopia 1 at the link below~

Thursday, November 09, 2006

He's Got the Whole World...

.. in His hands completes the rest of that phrase.





He's Got the Whole World In His Hands



He's got the whole world in his hands,


He's got the whole world in his hands,


He's got the whole world in his hands,


He's got the whole world in his hands.


He's got my brothers and my sisters in his hands,


He's got my brothers and my sisters in his hands,


He's got my brothers and my sisters in his hands,


He's got the whole world in his hands.


He's got the sun and the rain in his hands,


He's got the moon and the stars in his hands,


He's got the wind and the clouds in his hands,


He's got the whole world in his hands.


He's got the rivers and the mountains in his hands,


He's got the oceans and the seas in his hands,


He's got you and he's got me in his hands,


He's got the whole world in his hands.


He's got everybody here in his hands,


He's got everybody there in his hands,


He's got everybody everywhere in his hands,


He's got the whole world in his hands.




Wikipedia has a different version in poem form~




He's got the Whole World in his hands



He's got the whole world in his hands.


He's got you and me, brother, in his hands.


He's got you and me, sister in his hands.


He's got the little bitty baby in his hands.


He's got the whole world in his hands.








Why this particular phrase is so meaningful for me today is not clear yet, I can't help but meditate upon it this morning. My orginal vision was one of the earth is the Hand of God, yet I could not find an adequate image to express that vision. However I did find the picture above which makes me think about the radiance of a harmonious world being held in God's hands. And not for one minute do I think God or Jesus for that matter is Caucasian, but we'll let that point go for today.
What matters is this, the image of a God so large and wonderous that this great planet of ours would fit like a marble in His hand. With that image in mind the Daily Christian Wisdom from Beliefnet.com yesterday was~
"God is so big He can cover the whole world with his Love
and so small He can curl up inside your heart."
-June Masters Bacher


Today as your problems seem insurmountable remember that He has the whole world, not every corner but yours, but the whole world in His hands....

The link below will not only give you the lyrics but a very nice old time rendition of the music~




The image above originates from: http://www.amazinggracecoach.com/prayer.htm

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Tri~

Tri is a prefix, nothing earth shattering there, it generally depicts a word that has a reference to the number three.

There is a wonderful illustration and definition located on Wiktionary, a site that is patterned after Wikipedia, the only difference being that the site defines words and English (among other languages) grammar. An absolute heaven for English afficionados.

http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/tri-

When I think of the prefix try I can't help but think of words like trinity, triune, trilogy and of course the most obvious- tricycle. All words encompassing the concept of three.

As we were having this conversation the other day my children and I were brain-storming tri- words. All the usual suspects were there and then we came up with the word trick.

The definition of trick that we were thinking of is a magic trick, which then leads me to the hypothesis that a magic trick might be based on the premise of the number three. An interesting thought to say the least, a question from my children, yet once again one that I didn't have an answer for.

The magic of this conversation, at least for me, was not in the origin or the meaning of the word trick. No, the meaning and the magic of this conversation was that my children were critically thinking and could follow a line of reasoning. I wish I could take full credit for this modern miracle occuring in an age when most children's ultimate skill is knowing what every feature on a cell phone or any digital appliance, is for that matter. But I can't. It takes a village to raise a child and while I yet may be the chief in our village, it still takes a village... and maybe a few magic tricks as well to raise a child.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Forgiveness

The three most importnat word in the English language, or any language for that matter, are not I love you, but I forgive you.

After all doesn't the Lord's Prayer include forgiveness?

The Lord's Prayer
Our Father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation;
But deliver us from evil. Amen.
Eastern Orthodox Version courtesy of Wikipedia
Psalms 32, 51, 86, 103 and several verses in the new testament all mention forgiveness. There's a reason for that.
For further Biblical study these verse can be found at~ http://www.bibleversesite.com/topics/forgiveness.html
But I digress, there's a reason forgiveness is mentioned in the Bible. Personally I don't think forgiveness gets mentioned much anywhere else. Perhaps if it were the world would be a different place. We all, at some point in our lives, say the words I love you. In the beginning to our parents, grandparents or early caregivers. Just for a moment imagine the lives of those who were not told I love you as a child...
Then as we grow older we find that first someone special and with any luck at all we tell them we love them. In time many of us get married and of course we tell our spouse that we love them. You see the pattern, we then tell our children and grandchildren we love them and so on and hopefully the cirlce remains unbroken.
One more side note~ shouldn't we be telling our friends that we love them? As a teacher we should be telling our students, especially the little ones, that we love them. Many times the smaller studetns will tell me that they love me and at times I have a difficult moment in articulating the words I love you back to them. When a child loves you without reserve it is a gift, a rare occurence and the love should be returned in full. I am in no way suggesting that anyone be inapporpriate or misguided in this pursuit but I do suggest letting those closest to us know how we feel.
Which brings me right back to forgiveness...
A dear friend wrote me an e-mail last night which I read this morning and in it he said to forgive him for his use of the word sometimes in reference to a topic that we were discussing. Most people can't say the words I'm sorry let alone I forgive you.
As a teacher I see examples of this all the time with students. Again the smaller children must be taught how to say that they're sorry but usually there is where it ends. Only one more small step further would be for the person being apologized to letting the transgressor know that they have been forgiven. The words I forgive you are very powerful indeed. Much more so than I love you. In todays commercialized market we hear I love a thousand times a day. I love McDonald's, or I love these shoes. How many times a day do we hear I forgive?
For me? Today? Just once... above in the Lord's Prayer. God forgives us, over and over again, and He lets us know that we are forgiven.
So the next time someone takes that giant step of asking for forgiveness, give it to them. Say to that person that you forgive them and then do it. Don't carry the hurt around in your heart, let it go. But that's a topic for another day....
For word searches of the Bible using key words please go to~

Monday, November 06, 2006

Abecedarian

It was only a matter of time before I got around to defining my favorite words. Never mind thatI can't figure out a way to use my favorite words in a daily conversation. But we won't pay that any mind.

Today's word is abecedarian! I personally would like to spell this word without the first "e" thus making it abcedarian. Or we could do away with the e's all together but then that would lend itself to a conversation about how I would like to change spelling rules and the grammatical structure and content of the English language. Since this is Monday we shall save that for another day.

Back to abecedarian, a noun of course, meaning~

1. a person who is learning the letters of the alphabet.

2. a beginner in any field of learning. –adjective

3. of or pertaining to the alphabet.

4. arranged in alphabetical order.

5. rudimentary; elementary; primary.

Thank you www.dictionary.com for those definitions.

Now if I can just figure out a way to work this word into my daily conversation let alone use it in a sentence! Have a great week abecedarians!

Friday, November 03, 2006

The Difference A Day Makes....

What would make you change your life today?

If you knew it was your last day on earth what would you do differently? Would you tell people what you really thought of them? ....Or would you tell people that you loved them?

It's never too late to change... or to make a difference in someone else's life. Any one of a million things that you do today could make a difference in someone else's life. Just follow your heart and try....

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
when there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
Grant that I may not so much seekto be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand,to be loved as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying [to ourselves] that we are born to eternal life.
Prayer associated with St. Francis of Assisi (15th century - author unknown)

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Which One Are You?

On Sheep, Wolves, and Sheepdogs

In brief, Jill Edwards, a junior math major at the University of Washington, and a member of the UW student senate, opposed a memorial to UW grad "Pappy" Boyington. Boyington was a U.S. Marine aviator who earned the Medal of Honor in World War II. Edwards said that she didn't think it was appropriate to honor a person who killed other people. She also said that a member of the Marine Corps was NOT an example of the sort of person the University of Washington wanted to produce. What follows is Gen. Brett Dula's letter to the University of Washington student senate leader.

To: Edwards, Jill (student, UW) Subject: Sheep, Wolves and Sheepdogs

Miss Edwards, I read of your 'student activity' regarding the proposed memorial to Col. Greg Boyington, USMC and a Medal of Honor winner. I suspect you will receive a bellyful of angry e-mails from conservative folks like me. You may be too young to appreciate fully the sacrifices of generations of servicemen and servicewomen on whose shoulders you and your fellow students stand. I forgive you for the untutored ways of youth and your naiveté. It may be that you are, simply, a sheep. There's no dishonor in being a sheep - - as long as you know and accept what you are. Please take a couple of minutes to read the following. And be grateful for the thousands - - millions - - of American sheepdogs who permit you the freedom to express even bad ideas.

Brett DulaSheepdog, retired---------------------------------------------------------

ON SHEEP, WOLVES, AND SHEEPDOGS
By LTC(RET) Dave Grossman, RANGER,Ph.D., author of "On Killing."

Honor never grows old, and honor rejoices the heart of age. It does so because honor is, finally, about defending those noble and worthy things that deserve defending, even if it comes at a high cost. In our time, that may mean social disapproval, public scorn, hardship, persecution, or as always, even death itself. The question remains: What is worth defending? What is worth dying for? What is worth living for?

- William J. Bennett - in a lecture to the United States Naval Academy November 24, 1997

One Vietnam veteran, an old retired colonel, once said this to me: "Most of the people in our society are sheep. They are kind, gentle, productive creatures who can only hurt one another by accident." This is true. Remember, the murder rate is six per 100,000 per year, and the aggravated assault rate is four per 1,000 per year. What this means is that the vast majority of Americans are not inclined to hurt one another.

Some estimates say that two million Americans are victims of violent crimes every year, a tragic, staggering number, perhaps an all-time record rate of violent crime. But there are almost 300 million Americans, which means that the odds of being a victim of violent crime is considerably less than one in a hundred on any given year. Furthermore, since many violent crimes are committed by repeat offenders, the actual number of violent citizens is considerably less than two million.

Thus there is a paradox, and we must grasp both ends of the situation: We may well be in the most violent times in history, but violence is still remarkably rare. This is because most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation. They are sheep.

I mean nothing negative by calling them sheep. To me, it is like the pretty, blue robin's egg. Inside it is soft and gooey but someday it will grow into something wonderful. But the egg cannot survive without its hard blue shell.

Police officers, soldiers, and other warriors are like that shell, and someday the civilization they protect will grow into something wonderful. For now, though, they need warriors to protect them from the predators.

"Then there are the wolves," the old war veteran said, "and the wolves feed on the sheep without mercy." Do you believe there are wolves out there who will feed on the flock without mercy? You better believe it. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep. There is no safety in denial.

"Then there are sheepdogs," he went on, "and I'm a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf."

If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen, a sheep. If you have a capacity for violence and no empathy for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive sociopath, a wolf.

But what if you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens? What do you have then? A sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the hero's path. Someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, into the universal human phobia, and walk out unscathed.

Let me expand on this old soldier's excellent model of the sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs. We know that the sheep live in denial, that is what makes them sheep. They do not want to believe that there is evil in the world. They can accept the fact that fires can happen, which is why they want fire extinguishers, fire sprinklers, fire alarms and fire exits throughout their kids' schools.

But many of them are outraged at the idea of putting an armed police officer in their kid's school. Our children are thousands of times more likely to be killed or seriously injured by school violence than fire, but the sheep's only response to the possibility of violence is denial.

The idea of someone coming to kill or harm their child is just too hard, and so they chose the path of denial.The sheep generally do not like the sheepdog. He looks a lot like the wolf. He has fangs and the capacity for violence. The difference, though, is that the sheepdog must not, can not and will not ever harm the sheep. Any sheep dog who intentionally harms the lowliest little lamb will be punished and removed. The world cannot work any other way, at least not in a representative democracy or a republic such as ours.

Still, the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that there are wolves in the land. They would prefer that he didn't tell them where to go, or give them traffic tickets, or stand at the ready in our airports, in camouflage fatigues, holding an M-16. The sheep would much rather have the sheepdog cash in his fangs, spray paint himself white, and go, "Baa." Until the wolf shows up. Then the entire flock tries desperately to hide behind one lonely sheepdog.

The students, the victims, at Columbine High School were big, tough high school students, and under ordinary circumstances they would not have had the time of day for a police officer. They were not bad kids; they just had nothing to say to a cop. When the school was under attack, however, and SWAT teams were clearing the rooms and hallways, the officers had to physically peel those clinging, sobbing kids off of them. This is how the little lambs feel about their sheepdog when the wolf is at the door.

Look at what happened after September 11, 2001 when the wolf pounded hard on the door. Remember how America, more than ever before, felt differently about their law enforcement officers and military personnel? Remember how many times you heard the word hero?

Understand that there is nothing morally superior about being a sheepdog; it is just what you choose to be. Also understand that a sheepdog is a funny critter: He is always sniffing around out on the perimeter, checking the breeze, barking at things that go bump in the night, and yearning for a righteous battle. That is, the young sheepdogs yearn for a righteous battle. The old sheepdogs are a little older and wiser, but they move to the sound of the guns when needed, right along with the young ones.

Here is how the sheep and the sheepdog think differently. The sheep pretend the wolf will never come, but the sheepdog lives for that day. After the attacks on September 11, 2001, most of the sheep, that is, most citizens in America said, "Thank God I wasn't on one of those planes." The sheepdogs, the warriors, said, "Dear God, I wish I could have been on one of those planes. Maybe I could have made a difference."

When you are truly transformed into a warrior and have truly invested yourself into warriorhood, you want to be there. You want to be able to make a difference.There is nothing morally superior about the sheepdog, the warrior, but he does have one real advantage. Only one. And that is that he is able to survive and thrive in an environment that destroys 98 percent of the population.

There was research conducted a few years ago with individuals convicted of violent crimes. These cons were in prison for serious, predatory crimes of violence: assaults, murders and killing law enforcement officers. The vast majority said that they specifically targeted victims by body language: Slumped walk, passive behavior and lack of awareness. They chose their victims like big cats do in Africa, when they select one out of the herd that is least able to protect itself.

Some people may be destined to be sheep and others might be genetically primed to be wolves or sheepdogs. But I believe that most people can choose which one they want to be, and I'm proud to say that more and more Americans are choosing to become sheepdogs.

Seven months after the attack on September 11, 2001, Todd Beamer was honored in his hometown of Cranbury, New Jersey. Todd, as you recall, was the man on Flight 93 over Pennsylvania who called on his cell phone to alert an operator from United Airlines about the hijacking. When he learned of the other three passenger planes that had been used as weapons, Todd dropped his phone and uttered the words, "Let's roll," which authorities believe was a signal to the other passengers to confront the terrorist hijackers. In one hour, a transformation occurred among the passengers - athletes, business people and parents. -- from sheep to sheepdogs and together they fought the wolves, ultimately saving an unknown number of lives on the ground.
"There is no safety for honest men except by believing all possible evil of evil men."
- Edmund Burke


Here is the point I like to emphasize, especially to the thousands of police officers and soldiers I speak to each year. In nature the sheep, real sheep, are born as sheep. Sheepdogs are born that way, and so are wolves. They didn't have a choice. But you are not a critter. As a human being, you can be whatever you want to be. It is a conscious, moral decision.

If you want to be a sheep, then you can be a sheep and that is okay, but you must understand the price you pay. When the wolf comes, you and your loved ones are going to die if there is not a sheepdog there to protect you. If you want to be a wolf, you can be one, but the sheepdogs are going to hunt you down and you will never have rest, safety, trust or love. But if you want to be a sheepdog and walk the warrior's path, then you must make a conscious and moral decision every day to dedicate, equip and prepare yourself to thrive in that toxic, corrosive moment when the wolf comes knocking at the door.

For example, many officers carry their weapons in church. They are well concealed in ankle holsters, shoulder holsters or inside-the-belt holsters tucked into the small of their backs. Anytime you go to some form of religious service, there is a very good chance that a police officer in your congregation is carrying. You will never know if there is such an individual in your place of worship, until the wolf appears to massacre you and your loved ones.

I was training a group of police officers in Texas, and during the break, one officer asked his friend if he carried his weapon in church. The other cop replied, "I will never be caught without my gun in church." I asked why he felt so strongly about this, and he told me about a cop he knew who was at a church massacre in Ft. Worth, Texas in 1999. In that incident, a mentally deranged individual came into the church and opened fire, gunning down fourteen people. He said that officer believed he could have saved every life that day if he had been carrying his gun. His own son was shot, and all he could do was throw himself on the boy's body and wait to die. That cop looked me in the eye and said, "Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself after that?"

Some individuals would be horrified if they knew this police officer was carrying a weapon in church. They might call him paranoid and would probably scorn him. Yet these same individuals would be enraged and would call for "heads to roll" if they found out that the airbags in their cars were defective, or that the fire extinguisher and fire sprinklers in their kids' school did not work. They can accept the fact that fires and traffic accidents can happen and that there must be safeguards against them.

Their only response to the wolf, though, is denial, and all too often their response to the sheepdog is scorn and disdain. But the sheepdog quietly asks himself, "Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself if your loved ones were attacked and killed, and you had to stand there helplessly because you were unprepared for that day?"

It is denial that turns people into sheep. Sheep are psychologically destroyed by combat because their only defense is denial, which is counterproductive and destructive, resulting in fear, helplessness and horror when the wolf shows up.

Denial kills you twice. It kills you once, at your moment of truth when you are not physically prepared: you didn't bring your gun, you didn't train. Your only defense was wishful thinking. Hope is not a strategy. Denial kills you a second time because even if you do physically survive, you are psychologically shattered by your fear, helplessness and horror at your moment of truth.

Gavin de Becker puts it like this in "Fear Less", his superb post-9/11 book, which should be required reading for anyone trying to come to terms with our current world situation: "...denial can be seductive, but it has an insidious side effect. For all the peace of mind deniers think they get by saying it isn't so, the fall they take when faced with new violence is all the more unsettling."

Denial is a save-now-pay-later scheme, a contract written entirely in small print, for in the long run, the denying person knows the truth on some level. And so the warrior must strive to confront denial in all aspects of his life, and prepare himself for the day when evil comes.
If you are warrior who is legally authorized to carry a weapon and you step outside without that weapon, then you become a sheep, pretending that the bad man will not come today. No one can be "on" 24/7, for a lifetime. Everyone needs down time. But if you are authorized to carry a weapon, and you walk outside without it, just take a deep breath, and say this to yourself..."Baa."

This business of being a sheep or a sheep dog is not a yes-no dichotomy. It is not an all-or-nothing, either-or choice. It is a matter of degrees, a continuum. On one end is an abject, head-in-the-sand-sheep and on the other end is the ultimate warrior. Few people exist completely on one end or the other.

Most of us live somewhere in between. Since 9-11 almost everyone in America took a step up that continuum, away from denial. The sheep took a few steps toward accepting and appreciating their warriors, and the warriors started taking their job more seriously. The degree to which you move up that continuum, away from sheephood and denial, is the degree to which you and your loved ones will survive, physically and psychologically at your moment of truth.
"If It Weren't For The United States Military"
"There Would Be NO United States of America"


Reprinted in part from:

http://home.cinci.rr.com/engenfamily/On%20Sheep,%20Wolves,%20and%20Sheepdogs.pdf#search='gen%20brett%20dula%20letter'

This letter can also be found in it's entirity there as well.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Behold~

The following was sent to me in an e-mail yesterday from www.beliefnet.com ~

Daily Christian Wisdom for October 31, 2006

"Being a Christian is like being a pumpkin. God lifts you up, takes you in, and washes all the dirt off of you...Then He carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside you to shine for all the world to see." ~Unknown~

I sent this quote above to everyone I knew yesterday, I thought it was a good analogy for Halloween and for how life begins anew when we least expect it.

"If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new." - 2 Corinthians 5:17
Just a little something for you to think about for next year....

The Bible verse above can be found in it's original context at the link below.
http://www.iaminchrist.com/page11.html


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