Storytime Tapestry Newsletter

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

January 21, 2008

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Today?s Announcement

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The Latest on Matt?s Mom ? I am really angry and Matt is fed up.? He took his mom to the hospital Friday for her lazar removal of the kidney stones and she was really really scared.? The tried the procedure and couldn?t do it.? They said the stone kept moving so they sent back home and told them to contact the doctor she first went to see at the Jewish General Hospital.? Remember the Jewish General Hospital sent her over here to the Royal Victoria Hospital to do the job.? Matt has to make an appointment with the urologist there and tell her what happened.? Meanwhile this 81 year old woman has not had the stone removed and she says she is not going back to the hospital. She cannot walk on her own, they have to take her everyone by taxi and it is just becoming a real side show.

Don?t forget to order your copy of Angels Watching Over Me, the story of an ordinary woman facing less than ordinary challenges.? Angels Watching Over Me is a story of family love, sacrifices, poverty and an undying faith that makes heroes out of all of us. Here is the link in case you have forgotten it: http://www.lulu.com/content/964306

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Today?s Stories

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Rainbow Bridge Gang. Ody's Dream
Tink, Poo, and the Gang
tinkerpoo2000@yahoo.com

We were just sitting about here, when Ody got to telling about his dream. Well dreams are nothing new, we all dream. That is just part of life, but we had to hear just about his dream and why it was?so special.
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He told us?in this dream, he returned to his home on earth, how he found things, and how things had changed. Ody thought?things might have been changed, but he found out different as his dream unfolded.? He said in his dream, there was still his bowl, and dish just as he left them. In fact his bed was still there, and also it looked like maybe it was being used by one of his tribe from time to time. He said he walked all around both in the house, and took a look about the yard where he used to run and play, it was just like old times. He did a little bark now and then, but never woke any one up, although he did
notice a smile from time to time on his big people's face.

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He hopped up on the bed, and laid there for a minute or two then he woke up back here. He said his dream seemed so real, but it just wasn't long enough. By the time he had his dream told, we had quite a crowd of others. There was Buttercup, Charlie Boy, Missy, Rowdy, Gracie, Auggie, Cricket, Maggie, Festus, Fancy, Gus, Misty Blue. and Ms Doggie, just the whole bunch all sitting there taking in the dream.? Then each one wanted
to tell their dreams. Soon if you heard one dream, you pretty much covered the whole pack. It seems like each one had much the same dream. That is, those who had a good home, and loving care while there.

Then it came to us, the longer we went on hearing each dream. Yes we do return in our dreams, to check on how things are going. We look in to see if everything is all right and how our big people are getting along. We walk about the house, and around the house, maybe lay down near our people. Maybe give them a slop kiss before leaving in the
dream, just like in times of old.

Yes Joe, and all the others, we will return from time to time, we too have dreams, and in our dreams we drop in to see you, and the others.? We miss you, just as you miss us. We were loved, and cared for. In return we loved you, and we did our best to care for you. We are not far away, not as long as you dream about us, and we do dream of you.

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Some day, we will run, play together once again, young, full of life, and happy days, once again. Never fear, Ody will drop in and visit again in a dream. Your dream, and his dream must run on the same wavelength. Guess it is?called true love.

Oh, and it's alright if you?put a treat or two out in the dish. We might just sample it when we drop in on the next dream.

Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write
http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5

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You Are Never Too Old to Write

Cheryl Williams

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Sometimes a person will put his writing on hold, thinking "I'm too old. If I wanted to be a writer, I should have started when I was young. My best days are behind me."

The truth of the matter is that a person is never too old to write. Each and every stage of one's life is rich, filled with things to share. It does not matter if a person has achieved wealth or fame. Everyone has something unique to share.

To be able to look back over the years is bound to open a wellspring of knowledge that has been gained from success as well as failure. What a gift to offer to those who are younger, and what a loss it would be to deprive them of such a gift.

Specifically, there are three reasons in which one's age can actually be an added bonus in the area of writing.

Memories. The older a person is, the more memories there are to share...memories that span a lifetime, both good and bad. How wonderful it can be to read a story based on another time and place. How much there is to be learned of those days that have gone by. Societies change. Technology changes. What a loss it would be if nobody took the time to record these changes.

Wisdom. With age comes wisdom. One is able to look back over the course of a lifetime and see the big picture. One can see why certain things did or did not happen. The picture that was so unfocused at one time become clear with the passing of time. This wisdom can be passed down to others, hopefully helping them to refrain from making the same mistakes.

Humor. With age comes a certain relaxation. One has survived the stresses of raising a family, and no longer is climbing the success ladder of prime importance. There are stories to share. Most people can remember the wonderful stories their grandparents and parents tell of the days gone by. These stories can also be written down. They send a clear message that life does not have to be taken quite so seriously. The difficult times pass eventually.

Every age and stage of life is valuable and ripe with writing inspirations. One needs to see age as an added benefit, for it contains richness beyond compare.

Cheryl Williams

Politicalgirl04@aol.com

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?ROOM BRIGHTENERS

By: Joseph J. Mazzella

???? My Mom was a real room brightener. I can remember as a child that every time she entered a room all the people in it would light up. She had a joyful and loving energy about her that traveled from person to person. Even people with their backs turned could feel it. No matter how quietly she would walk into a room they would turn around, grin, and move to greet her. Everyone just loved being around her. Her gentle humor and delightful smile gladdened every heart she touched. Her light filled soul made all those around her shine as well. Even during the last years of her life when cancer was destroying her body her spirit still glowed bright.

???? My Mom left me with a great appreciation for all the room brighteners in this world. I still see them everywhere. Some of them sparkle in the bodies of children. Others glow from behind ancient eyes. Some of them dance into a room with happy feet. Others shine from the confines of wheelchairs. Some of them dazzle us with their intelligence. Others brighten our souls with their love even when it is hidden behind disabled minds. This world is so much better because of them all. They show us what Heaven can feel like even while we are still here on Earth.

???? Henry David Thoreau said: "It is something to be able to paint a lovely picture, or carve a magnificent statue, but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere in which we live." That is what room brighteners do. That is what we all can do as well. We all have love to give, joy to share, and light to shine. We all can make this world a better place with our laughter, smiles, energy, and vitality. We all can grow in oneness with God and bring Heaven to Earth everyday of our lives. God didn?t put us here to hide our light. God put us here to share it with the world. May you always shine your light then. May you always make every room you enter a little brighter.

Joe Mazzella

joecool@wirefire.com

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Poetry Corner

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?Hello January Hello

Cynthia Groopman

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Hello, January, hello,

You are the month of cold, high winds and drifts of snow.

You are the very first?month of the brand new year,

Full of hopes, desires, aspirations, and cheer.

You give us a fresh start and motivation,

As we ring in the new year with great elation

Holiday season is over now and we must pay all of our bills,

We spend time taking care of our health, and avoiding viruses and influenza ills.

Mother nature is in a deep repose,

As Jack frost nips and reddens our noses.

We celebrate the birthday of Martin Luther King,

Who through his dedication, and devotion, equality to all, he did gloriously bring.

In the stores there are many sales of nice things for us to buy,

As we bask in January's new smile with her charming twinkle in her eye.

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?Copyright ?2007? Cynthia? L.?Groopman

cynthia.Groopman@verizon.net

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?We Are Given
Cynthia Groopman

We are given hands,
To guide and help others overcome obstacles,
That they cannot fathom and understand.
We are given a tongue to speak,
And with words of comfort,
We impart solace to the downtrodden and to the weak.
We are given arms to enfold another,
And to embrace and cradle an aching heart of a sister or a brother.
We are given lips? to caress another's face,
And to add affection and love to every place.
We are given ears to hear the outcry of sorrow,
And to listen to pleas for a better tomorrow.
We are given eyes to see misery, poverty destruction and blight,
And to help others eradicate storms of anxiety and fright.
We are given a heart full of empathy and love,
And to fulfill God's commandments that are given to us from above.
For good we must do,
And our kindness must be shining through.
For every part that God has gifted us is a blessing,
That we must savor with tender care.
And our hearts, eyes, ears, hands and empathy for others,
We must lovingly share.


Cynthia Groopman
cynthia.Groopman@verizon.net
Copyright ?2005?Cynthia?L.?Groopman

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Winter Blues,

Cynthia Groopman

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When the clouds darken the vast sky,

Tears of winter blues pour out of many an eye.

As the days are devoid of sunlight,

Winter blues begin to make their seasonal flight.

Depression reigns in every place,

Smiles do not dance on once sparkling happy face.

For people who are confined to stay at home,

Bored, tied they feel and they? are truly alone.

Hearts do not sing a merry tune,

For in the winter flowers of mirth and joy do not bloom.

desolation and depression are topics of the day,

As the quality of life is adversely effected in a negative way.

The phone rarely rings,

Blue birds of happiness rarely sing.

Oh, winter blues, unwelcome and unkind are you.

As anxiety and fear are part of the scene too.

Winter blues invade the once lovely dazzling sky of life,

With unwanted torment and strife.

Oh, how we long for the springtime season to arrive,

Then and only then, the weeds of winter blues will no longer flourish and thrive.

Where did the snow go

Cynthia Groopman

cynthia.Groopman@verizon.net

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