Storytime Tapestry Newsletter

The newsletter devoted to spreading love and cultural awareness around the world.

September 19, 2007

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Today’s Stories

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Let Us Stop the Hate

By Joyce C. Lock

Could You Love Me?

I am a transsexual;
Not really, I be.
But if I were,
Could you love me?

Not the deviate of nature
Who steal my name
Or the misguided
Who wear my shame ...

But also created
In like image of God;
Neither male or female,
But a mixture of sod.

Whether, by parts,
Gender of two
Or by brain defect;
Neither man did do.

In creating mistakes,
God never does.
I am as much His
As the blind son was.

And so, I ask you
Again, as I must,
Could you love me
And the rest of us?

The Bible wasn't written for lost people, but lost sheep; 1 Corinthians 2:14  So, you might want to read about Sodom, again.

The passion of Paul's heart was toward those he spiritually fathered (3 John 1:4) and, thus, his focus and energy was not spent on 'what else was going on' in the world.  Neither did he take a stand against variations of what we call 'homosexuality', but against like behavior within the church.

And still, today, it is common for men to prefer serving with men, in the church, instead of man serving with woman (the helpmate God provided).  It has been said that dominance feeds the male ego and desire for male supremacy.  Being such, one can easily consider how doctrines of men infiltrate the church.

Being 'as an angel of God' means one has the ability to discern good and bad, 2 Samuel 14:17, for which Paul was also received, Galatians 4:14.  (If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him. James 1:5)  However, they did not retain God in their knowledge, and God gave them over to a reprobate mind, to do those things which are not convenient. Romans 1:28  And what could be more inconvenient than trying to serve outside of that which God ordained?

They were reprobate (concerning their faith): Being filled with all unrighteousness, fornication, wickedness, covetousness, maliciousness; full of envy, murder, debate, deceit, malignity; whisperers, Backbiters, haters of God, despiteful, proud, boasters, inventors of evil things, disobedient to parents, Without understanding, covenantbreakers, without natural affection, implacable, unmerciful. Romans 1:29-31

He shall have judgment without mercy, that hath shewed no mercy. James 2:13a  So, before pointing fingers elsewhere, it is a good idea to consider if you might, spiritually (Romans 7:14), be doing the same things; Romans 2:1.

God does not hate what He creates.

Lot's wife looked back from behind him,

and she became a pillar of salt.

Genesis 19:26

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Let your speech be alway with grace

(seasoned with salt) that ye may know

how ye ought to answer every man.

Colossians 4:6

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© 2007 by Joyce C. Lock

http://iam.homewithGod.com/glimpsesofgod/

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"Let Us Stop the Hate"

Dedicated to Riki Renmei

http://rekis-reality.tripod.com/id11.html

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 Today August 11, 2007

Peggyann Doak

My day began with me sleeping 'til noon.  I got up, got some coffee, and turned on my computer.  It would not connect on line.  For four hours I labored over this wondering if perhaps that was my head exploding that I was feeling. 

    I had a lesson today.  Really it was an introduction for a little girl, not from here, but who wanted to ride a horse.  She is four.  Madison is her name.  That schedule took me off the path of self ruination for a bit.  When I went out into the barn to ready it for letting the horses in, I had another 'moment.'  I had forgotten to shut the gate last night and the horses had gone into the barn and had a regular feast and down home party.  What a mess!  Nothing was sacred.  Though at least this time my long time worked for Stubben close contact saddle was not sitting in a pile of manure, which has happened in the past.  In fact, in the past, my Thoroughbred Josie has pulled a nice leather jacket of mine into her stall and, well, it didn't survive. 

  One thing that horses like to do is pull garbage apart.  There isn't much for garbage but bags.  But they will be strewn from one end to another if the horses get access.  They crap on anything of value, and I swear there is an energy of laughter when I walk into the barn, even though the ingrates have long gone back into the pasture looking pretty.

    So I went out to the barn to do just a bit of clean up and bring the horses in. Instead I found a riot had happened.  I was still cleaning when the little girl showed up.  Her mom and dad were both very nice people, working people from southern, maine.  On a weeks vacation.  I had told them that I would set something up for a short ride for their daughter.  It is so fine to see a mom and dad with a child they love.  I see that a lot.  I think it is because the parents who bring their children to the stable when they are young, are really into their children, and these kids are awesome because of that. 

     I was a mess.  When Madison the little girl, curly blonde hair and USA flag shirt, stood looking a me, a full wheel barrel between us and me with sweat pouring down my face and my hair all askew, she said of the wheel barrow.  "That is really heavey."   I don't know if she was warning me or just making an observation.  I said, "Madison.  Look at me right now and remember what I look like any time you want a horse."  Well that set her off.  OF COURSE she wanted a HORSE!  What was I thinking.  That a bedraggled middle aged, who looked like she had lived with the horses would scare her? 

     I got Murphy out and saddled her up, having Madison help just enough to help bond with her horse.  Dad looked like he was going to have a break down.  He had broken his leg falling off a ladder before vacation, and was on crutches.  So he could not walk around with his daughter and I could tell that he was terrified.  "Trust me DAD, she will be just fine."   He didn't look convinced at all. We all went into the corral, and Madison got hoisted up.  I used to have a half linger who loved children and she would listen to the children’s physical cues and follow through to show them that they were doing the right thing.  Her name was Anke.  A short wide golden pony.  I still grieve the fact that she lives somewhere else now.  I learned more from that pony about teaching.  The big horses don't have that talent of listening for the tiny cues, so I had to lead Murphy rather than show Madison how to cue the horse.  

      It was a hit.  Five Stars, or on gather.com it would have been a ten.  I have taught many, many people to ride or to do better.  After fifteen years of teaching, I learned more about horses and riding than in forty five years of riding.  Watching Madison was sweet.  She is a natural rider.  They do exist, which is why many of them want a horse when they come out of the womb.  I was one, Am one.  I could tell this about Madison, because once she was on, she forgot she was up there for maybe the third time in her life, and the two times before were park pony rides.  I ride with english saddles, the seat is not deep.  Madison was talking away to the horse to us.  And at one point when Murphy sped up in her walk, Madison not only didn't notice, but her body followed the different gate.   Many children want off as soon as they are on.  Or while they are on they hold on for dear life.  This youngster was playing with flowers I picked for her, he feet did not once leave the stirrups even when she moved around and she moved around alot, without ever holding on.

    Her mother said, "Great!  Something else we can't afford."  But she had it figured out by the end of their time here.  My first riding horses were the big pulling horses like the Budweiser Clydesdales. I would sit up on Pat, one of a team of horses my Uncle Jim worked the woods with, and the adults would put an old calvary saddle on Pat and I was fit for the day.  The horse would walk around the diamond driveway, never stopping, never speeding up.  And I would be up there fighting the wars of Alexandra the Great.  Then I would be on Rawhide, chasing down cows and villians. Getting me off of a horse was a chore.  I never had a fear of them, except in my teens and I do believe that that was brought on, not only from an accident where I had part of a finger severed by a rope tied to my horse, but also by the ridiculousness of my home life.

     The parents of Madison said "You should really do this more. You are so good with children."  I grinned. 

       "There was a time when this place was running with hoards of children.  Just can't do that anymore."  I didn't tell her the piece about the owner of the land's part in that.  Big part in that.  After I said good bye and came into the house I immediately went to work on the computer and it took me more time to get things to work and still things are not right with it.  Though finally I got it on line and up to speed, a bit.  So of course I came to gather.com to see my friends.  I have a hard time downloading articles as not is all cool with machine, but I needed to make contact, so I began to write.  I didn't really have a topic.  That developed on it's own.

       Horses.  They have played such a huge part in my life. I was always so passionate about my horses, my riding.  Now I hardly ever ride, and when I think of even going out to do the minimal of work, I hold back.  And then when a little girl like Madison shows up, my heart just glows.  And I think, "I haven't ridden in the woods this year."  I used to take riders all over through the woods on a network of trails created by my Thoroughbred Josie, who loves deer, thus she would take us thru the yards and paths until the paths became more and more permanent and people friendly.  I love those woods.  In the fall, the moss turns a bright emerald green.  In some places there are pine trees that tower, and unfortunately fall down in wind storms.  But still there is a sense of old worldliness.  And then there are also places where younger trees and plants are growing, some of them leaf trees, thus the ground is covered with  lower acidic  plants instead of moss which is high in the acidic range.   Knowing all this, which helps me to build pastures does nothing to take away the awe I feel when out there.  Some places have trails that go straight up.  Now that is a rush.  The horses feel as though they are between bucking and galloping, when in reality they are climbing.  And quiet.  It is so quiet out there that I forget the era we are in.  Robin Hood could come bounding out from a side path and I would say, "Hey Robin."  Without a thought that that would be a weird happening.  Or unicorns.  I expect them.  I think I feel them.  

     So tonight I think, tomorrow I will ride the woods.  Yet I know when I wake up I won't want to. Perhaps my heart is broken from fighting for so many years to bring about a dream of mine, on my own no less.  And for ten years, my own business stood.  In fact there is a website, that would probably be found an equine site, called    zoomresounds.com    There is an article on there about me that is the clearest article anyone has ever done on me.  It was a full feature in the Bar Harbor Times in the summer of 1999.  I had been at that farm, just before I was cheated out of my lease by a supposed friend.  That is when I came here the next year.    But the writer of that article was wonderful.  There are great photos also, but my friend who set it up, I don't believe she put the photos in.  I haven't checked it.  I guess I am grieving; yet another loss.  Though, under different circumstances, especially with the experience and knowledge I have, I could run quite a stable now as long as I had the money to hire hands as well.  Cause I am that good.  And wow can I ride!  

Peggy Ann Doak

pdoak333@peoplepc.com
 

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Poetry Corner

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Sing a Rainbow

David Cannon

A concerto of life greets me,
On a walk through the hills upon whispering highs,
I stand on the shoulders of giants,
Spread out my wings like the birds in the sky,
The scent of mankind distant;
Primal the thoughts in the depths of my mind,
Storms roll in on horizons,
With thunderous roars that echo in time,
Its call may only be fleeting,
But beckons the rain so I heed the signs,
And there on the yonder a rainbow,
That arcs over earth with colours divine.

David Cannon
England
david.penguin@ntlworld.com

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 Until The Amber Sky

David Cannon

I lay and stare beyond my window,
Silver moon my only light,
Crooked shadows on the wall,
Sway with whispers of the night,

Each minute passes slowly,
Expanding time to scrutinize,
All my problems come to haunt me,
On drifting visions in the skies,

I find comfort upon stars,
Wishing my woes away,
And find solace in the knowledge,
That tomorrows another day,

I rise from my slumber,
The devil works my idle mind,
And I gaze into the twilight,
Until the amber sky.

David Cannon
England
david.penguin@ntlworld.com