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