Get out the Horn and the Funny Hat

Get out the Horn and the Funny Hat
by Phyllis Jean Green
Thursday, December 21, 2006


Hopi Prophecy

The end of all Hopi ceremonialism will come when a "Kachina" removes his mask during a dance in the plaza before uninitiated children [the general public]. For a while there will be no more ceremonies, no more faith. Then Oraibi will be rejuvenated with its faith and ceremonies, marking the start of a new cycle of Hopi life.

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Look at us! We are the World!
So many races, so many nationalities,
so many voices joining in concert.
We sing, we argue, we laugh, we weep.
We lecture, we exhort, we rant
and we rave. Most of all, we share.
Our ups, our downs, our pasts.
Our hopes and our hurts.
Some of us spend December
trying to beat the heat. Some of us
draw near fire. Some of us celebrate
Hanukkah. Some of us set up
mangers and try to find the lyrics
to a Christmas carol. Some of us
are too busy begging for food to fill
our bellies to be concerned with dates.
Calendars are for the rich. Yes,
it feels like a sin to celebrate
anything. Each toy makes us see
a child who died, never having played.
But those of us who are lucky enough
to be able to connect over waves
and feel our stomachs fill
can’t help but feel our spirits lift
now and then. Want to lift others’!
Celebrate that we have the urge
to reach out. Can see, hear, touch.
Whether we give credit to God,
G_d, or a Great Spirit, Buddha
or some mysterious fire that burns
scarcely tended, we are given
moments that steal our breath. See.
an old oak soar, see a newborn
raise a tiny, star-shaped hand
already able to grasp. See tinsel
from a dollar store catch the light,
simple proof that light exists.
Life shouts Look! Listen! Feel!
Get a holiday, need to take
a break and soak up sun. Ski
or couch-potato, holding hands..
Gather loved ones and hug hard.
Find a way to give more
than we can give, then enjoy
the parade. Make our own holiday.
Make it count, make it last.
For most of us, a New Year
is on the way. Hallelujah !


(c) Phyllis Jean Green
December, 2006





Angels That Care

SO MANY BOOKS, SO LITTLE TIME

SO MANY BOOKS, SO LITTLE TIME
{just a few of the novels that have changed my life)

A Man in Full -- Tom Wolfe
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn – Betty Smith
Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll
Al l Quiet on the Western Front ll -- Erich Maria Remarque
Beach Music & The Prince of Tides -- Pat Conroy
Body and Soul -- Frank Conroy
Cannery Row, East of Eden & The Grapes of Wrath -- John Steinbeck
Far from the Madding Crowd -- Thomas Hardy
Go Tell it on the Mountain – James Baldwin
Joy Luck Club – Amy Tan
Middlemarch -- George Eliot
Pickwick Papers, Hard Times, & Great Expectations -- Charles Dickens
Pride and Prejudice -- Jane Austen
Red Badge of Courage -- Stephen Crane
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter -- Carson McCullers
The Poisonwood Bible -- Barbara Kingsolver
The Great Gatsby -- F. Scott Fitzgerald
Billy Budd -- Herman Melville
The Good Earth – Pearl Buck
The Last of the Mohicans -- James Fenimore Cooper
The Accidental Tourist – Ann Tyler
To Kill a Mockingbird -- Harper Lee

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Goodnight

Well, Preshus, no one wants to come here and add words of wisdom

Good Morning World

Have a great day or not!

Ever wondered? ......Thought for the day!

Ever wondered how the world would be
Should there be no more egos to face,
No supposed glory to chase,
And no desire to win that 'race'?


Who said it's to help us build and grow?
Not God,
Twas said by man to explain away,
The mess we find ourselves in today.


Ever wondered how the world would be
If we all felt as He?
Loving, helping, playing, laughing,
Living as we were meant to be.


Its up to us to make a choice,
To air our thoughts,
And give voice,
To silence all the gloom and doom
And let the positive have room.


Ever wondered why
Our lord and master uses many ways
To draw us closer to him through our days?
Using our strengths and weaknesses,
He allows us to be witnesses
Of his truth and love.


So in our search of our quest for right,
No matter how the other feels they might,
It's important to believe we all
Are answering his loving call.

by
LizzyTish©

peaceandlovepeaceandlovepeaceandlovepeaceandlovealwaysandthenpea

Wind is whipping autumn into submitting
to its will. Has clouds scuttling
long held plans and trees bowing
too low to be safe. Leaves
that are brittle from weeks without rain
and thin as onionskin
from being pounded
by the deluge that followed,
fall as if driven like cattle
to the slaughter. At first,
they fell by ones. Had the leisure
of drifting and reaching out
to touch and try to turn
bad luck to philosophy
complete with clowning while being
herded. But now, but now,
the air is dark
with bodies exploded from limbs
and twigs. And yet always
a smattering holds on.
A fire-topped oak here,
a bronze-cloaked maple there,
a belated fireworks display of unknown
origin that is such a brilliant orange,
one peers from under lowered lids
as if it were an eclipse.
Bless those who go against the tide,
no matter what.
Hold on by your teeth
for your Moment.


(c) Phyllis Jean Green, 2006

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A Very Special Snowman

A Very Special Snowman

There once was a little snowman

who stood out by the pond

He watched as all the children

skated having lots of fun



He wished he could be just like them

skating across the ice

But all he could do is stand there

watching from day to night



He didn't know how special he was

because all that he could see

Is a lonely little snowman

wanting to be like others so desperately



He couldn't see why everyone loved him

just the way he was

And he didn't realize that he was made

and created out of love



All he could see is a snowman

who stood out by the pond

Wishing he was like the others

who skated having lots of fun



Then one night



He closed his little eyes of coal

and made a heartfelt plea

He asked to be like the children

who skated so merrily



All of a sudden he felt a jolt

and a warmth it filled him through

He could move his arms and move his legs

just like me and you



He saw that skates were on his feet

and so he stepped onto the ice

He fell down hard with a great big thud,

got up and fell down twice



He practiced in the night time

when the children were asleep

The more he tried, the better he got

and could skate, and jump, and leap



Then one day



The time had come when he would go

and step onto the ice

He started to skate amongst the crowd

thinking things would be alright



But no one even noticed him

he looked like all the rest

Just another skater

even though he tried his best



He heard the children talking,

asking where their snowman went

They missed him standing by the pond

made with care, their time they spent



As a snowman he was special

made with love by children's hands

He was their special man of snow

by the pond to watch and stand



He missed their heart felt greetings

he would get each and every day

By the children who so loved him

when they came to the pond to play



He learned an important lesson

on that cold and winters night

It's not what you do or look like

it's in your heart you find the light



So once again he closed his eyes

and spoke from within his heart

He prayed to be that man again

made of snow and coal in part



He prayed to be a snowman

the way he was meant to be

Just as the children created him

to be their friend that gave them glee



To his surprise his prayers were heard

and a snowman he became

Who happily stood out by the pond

through the snow and ice and rain



And each day as the children came

to skate and have their fun

They always greeted their man of snow

created from love, this special one



He stood there proud with a great big grin

because he finally knew his worth

You are special and beautiful the way you are

form the first day of your birth

Copyright
December 2002 Island Princess....All Rights Reserved

Written with love
and from my heart to hopefully bless the hearts of the children

God Bless America

by arrington75

Hi Marcia...

I'm sorry I really don't have much to say.....

Angels

Angels exist, only sometimes they haven't got wings and we call them friends

My best friend

My best friend

I've had my share of troubles friend,
But you have had them too,
Always standing right there by me,
Going through what I go through.

You didn't have to be there,
But you stood there just the same,
And as you touched my life each day
My Best Friend you became,

It seems as though we've known,
We'd be together till the end,
Because in times of crisis,
It's in you I can depend,

We will never forget our memories,
Nor the love we always give,
Or the fights that we avoid,
side by side we always stay

Now our lives are ever changing,
On that we can depend,
No matter what will happen,
You're my forever friend.

Melody

Only Time

Only Time

Moments spent together across the tapestries of time

Sharing our own journey with others who come in and out
of that circle of light and life

Old and new friends becoming delighfully immersed within the richness of that tapestry

Until at last we find ourselves at journey's end...holding fast to the souls that have become a part of us.

Moments spent together across the tapestries of time A return to Innocence

~ littlebird ~

Light a Candle

Please light a candle.

This is a link. Link to title

Im here

This google thing finnally worked for me this timewhats it mean by link under title

Hello?

Helloooooooooooooooooo

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Dearest Sandy

Dearest Sandy

When the day has been a tough one
And you're up against the wall,

Hang in there friend, remember,
We'll never let you fall!

When you feel like all the pressure
Is blowing you away,

We'll be there to remind you
That our friendship's are here to stay!

When the long day's work is through,
And you're feeling worn and blue,

Hang in there and remember
You've got us and We've got you!

Hang In There Sandy

Linda
and all the members of ATC

From Stumbles . . . to Laughter

As I have Traveled...
through life's "unknown" paths.
I've stumbled, I've Fallen,
I've cried, and I've Laughed.

For the "stumbles" were lessons...
To make me more strong,
To learn how to live...
And to keep traveling on.

The "falls" were my loses,
Things I gave up in pain...
I have to accept this...
Get up, and try again.

The "crying" was anger...
of my own "hurt pride",
For the unreachable things...
and those taken in stride.

The laughter was me...
All happy inside...
My Soul and my Spirit,
With Nothing to Hide.

For the Stumbles have taught me...
Falls gave me some hold...
While my crying was silent,
My laughter was bold!

For All I have learned...
And the bruises I've gotten,
For the tear wet pillows...
and laughter forgotten.

For the love of possessions...
pain of material loses.
All those tears shed...
for useless causes.

Finally it's clear...
and I've let go of things...
I stopped the crying...
I laugh and I sing.

For the Stumbles have taught me...
Falls gave me some hold,
While my crying was silent...
My laughter Is bold!
©Lady'Ria2000-06

Did you ever wonder why ??

Rain

There are holes in the sky
Where the rain gets in,
But they're ever so small
That's why rain is thin.

by Spike Milligan

Something nonsensical!!

Bump
Things that go 'bump' in the night
Should not really give one a fright.
It's the hole in each ear
That lets in the fear,
That, and the absence of light!

by Spike Milligan

Gallery Expands

Gallery Expands

Live is still giving me art,
for which I am grateful, on the whole.
Renoir and Matisse, roll over.
Van Gogh never came up
with yellow this vibrant. Reds
and blues leap out. Living
sculptures follow me with eyes
have to see to believe. Leonardo.
and Michelangelo are cringing,
you know. Check out the street art,
come see my statues. Insurance out,
but the crux is the loss comes
with age. Someone slips in screams
by Bosch imitators. Apers of Picasso
replace perfectly good landscapes
with bent triangles and circles
refuse to round. It is a woman
in a mirror, it is a giraffe
with two heads and six legs.
Some days, only brown and gray
collage. Dirt, sand, and excrement
cast a giant shadow. Clown with a tear
beside its ball nose contributes garish
red and mud blue, but the color
hurts. Thank God life surprises
with a masterpiece like autumn
came up with today. Wine, orange,
aubergine, and rust daubed on green
bring out the art lover again. Yes!





(c) Phyllis Jean Green, NOVEMBER, 2006





N: I l o v e abstract art. All kinds! Speaking of b a d Picasso imitations. . .hope you know. <3 Pea <3

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