Storytime Tapestry Newsletter

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

January 28, 2008

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Today’s Stories

  ~**~**~

 Tree Frog Cure

 Jennifer Oliver

The power of conformity:  it's human nature to blend in with others.  However, with selective listening, one can tune in to that inner voice and ignore the loudest critics.

One study demonstrated the down side of conformity.  When a Kindergarten class was asked, "Who can sing?" all hands shot up.  When the same question was posed to eighth-graders, less than a handful acknowledged they possessed such talent.

My son, Ethan, a sixth-grader, would've counted himself amongst those who can sing.  Throughout elementary school, he'd introduce himself to others by saying, "Hi, my name is Ethan.  I can make anything."

When he was six years old, we were at a family reunion.  He hooked up with his four year old cousin, Trey.  Together they sought bugs and studied ant trails in the woods behind my sister's home.

Then they hit pay dirt:  a real live tree frog.  Throughout the afternoon, Ethan and Trey took turns sharing it.

My other son, Cody, was toying with a wagon and convinced Trey to ride in it while Cody pulled it.  Trey happily obliged.  Ten minutes later he regretted his decision as the wagon hit a cluster of rocks, sending him flying.

With an owie prominent on his forehead, Trey sobbed.  Ethan tried to console him by saying, "Here!  Take this tree frog and put it on your forehead.  Then it won't hurt anymore!"

All the grown-ups laughed.

"But it can work!" my six-year-old persisted.  "Try it!"

Everyone waved Ethan off, laughing, and said, "Okay, kids, go on and play."

When it was time to leave, I searched high and low for Ethan.

I tried the bathroom door, jiggling the knob.  It was locked.

"Ethan, are you in there?"

He unlocked the door.  Behind him was Trey pressing the hapless tree frog to his forehead.

"See, Mom?  It works!  Trey feels better already!"

Trey smiled uncertainly at me.

"Mom," Ethan continued breathlessly.  "Everyone laughed at me, but I know it's true!  You see, the frog is cold, and cold is always good for owies!"

Heed that voice inside of you, son.  Crank up the volume when peer pressure strikes.  When people laugh at your ideas, may your voice drown them out.  Even when you believe a tree frog cures owies.

Because you and I both know you can make anything.

Jennifer Oliver

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 A GLASS OF MILK

Dr. Harmander Singh

"My son, Drink this glass of milk before you go to sleep,” the father said while standing near his son's bed.

"Dad, please let me sleep,” he was half-asleep.

"Please, William, do not forget that milk is good for your health,” the father said.

"I do not like it,” he protested.

"You say it every day. Please tell me why not you like it?” the father wanted to know,

"Its taste is not good,” he replied.

"William! My Dear, I can put any taste in it. I can put malt, chocolate, honey, sugar or whatever you want,” the father said.

"Dad, you know it's your love which makes it tasty. Just put some sugar and banana, and make it a banana shake. I promise that I will drink milk whenever you want at night as in the morning. Please let me help to accept and appreciate its taste,” he requested.

"My son, you can eat an apple and drink milk with it. I will always give you different tastes. Your mum and I will go to see the doctor to have list of all kinds of milk shakes and milky dishes for you. I never knew it. I'm sorry for being forceful,” his father said.

If you can do that I'll celebrate this night with this glass of milk,” he said and drank the glass of milk. The milk was very tasty.

Daily Moral Insight for a Peaceful Night

Is not a glass of milk a token of love of parenthood?

Is not a child our mirrored reaction of childhood when he or she refuses to take a glass of milk?

Is not it a beauty of childhood that it drinks milk of innocent love colored in the glass of milk?

are not we softened with the tender voice of a child inside us who never grew even when we get our hair white like snow of old body with this evergreen self-awareness ?

Dr. Harmander Singh

bhagouauty@gmail.com

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 Today's message -- NAMASTE

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NAMASTE

Has this ever happened to you?

The day after we moved to a small town in Colorado my wife Bev did
grocery shopping. We moved few food items with us so she filled four
grocery carts full. She asked if she could pay with an out of state
check. "We just moved here," she explained, "and don't have local
checks yet."

They said, "Yes, no problem." But when she began looking for her
checkbook, she discovered that she had left it at home.

All of the groceries had been checked and sacked. "I'm so sorry," she
said, "I thought I had it with me. If I could just leave the groceries
here for a few minutes, I'll run home and get the checkbook."

"Don't worry about it," the cashier told her. "Take the groceries
home. The next time you're in the store you can pay for them."

We had just moved from a large city and she couldn't believe what she
was hearing! This clerk had never seen her before. But she treated her
as if she were a VIP. She was somebody!

Don't you love it when you are treated like you are somebody? Because
the truth is, we are all somebody. We are all important. And maybe
most businesses cannot (and should not) let everybody pay with credit,
but even strangers can be treated with honor and respect.

"Namaste" is a polite Indian gesture of greeting or farewell. From
Hindi, the word literally means "bowing to you." Namaste has also
been used to mean "I honor the sacred that is within you." What a
remarkable thing it would be to actually honor the sacred that is
within each person we meet! Even strangers. Nobody would go unnoticed
and everybody would count.

Here is an exercise that may dramatically change your life: for one
month treat everybody you meet as if she or he is the most important
person in the world. The man sweeping the sidewalk, your spouse and
children, a teenager in the neighborhood, the elderly woman seated
across the aisle from you -- honor that which is sacred in all of
them.

Give your undivided attention. By your words and actions, communicate
to them all how important they are to you. Show them great respect and
kindness. You may be amazed at what happens to your relationships!

You may not single-handedly solve the problem of world peace -- but in
one small way at least, you will make a great difference.

Namaste.

-- Steve Goodier

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 Poetry Corner

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 Waiting

Cheryl Williams

She walks among

men and angels,

craving both

hell and heaven

depending on

the moonglo,

the sunrise,

and how many

teardrops fall

on a given day.

She gives herself up

to the rising of both

as she waits to see

where her eternity lies,

as she waits

to see who

deems her worthy

of keeping.

Cheryl Williams

Politicalgirl04@aol.com

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