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STORYTIME TAPESTRY

The Newsletter devoted to spreading love and cultural awareness throughout the world

Sept 29, 2005

Hi Joe Mazzella, happy birthday from your friends at Storytime Tapestry.

Announcing another new writer for Storytime Tapestry; Myrna Wilkinson becomes writer #248 for us, thanks to the recommendation by Mark Crider.Please tell her how you feel about her work.

Now on to the good stuff..........

Animal awareness series endorsed by Shiloh and Hank our mascots; all stories must receive their approval.

Today's Queue Stories
~**~**~**~

Four Years Ago Today

Sharon Bryant

I hope this reaches you some way.?  I? know you can see me.?  I hope you know I've kept my promise and have watched out for your dad every single day since you left four years ago today.

I've missed you.?  Sometimes I still giggle when I remember all the times we had so many confused since we had the same name, marrying brothers.? 

Remember that time we were at that dance hall and the guy walked up and asked us our names.?  We both said the same name and he said, "Are you twins?"?  We laughed thinking, "Now why would a mother name her twins with the same identical name?"

You told me you'd make sure you'd let me know you "made it."? ? I can't help but think of? all the years of good times, the laughter, the fun we've had.?  At your request, I've shared with many the "signs" you have given me that you "made it to heaven."?  I remember you telling me, "I'll work with Angels Remembered with you from the grave."?  And that, you have.

I still miss you so much.?  I see your dad having bad days when your absence gets the best of him.?  He has so many sleepless nights, and I know you know he is coming up on 80 years old.?  It breaks my heart when he's having a tough day.?  We talk about you so often, and I always share something crazy you and I did to get him to laugh.

You have two grandchildren now that you never got the chance to see on earth.?  They are fine, and one carries your name.?  I finished that afghan you were making and gave it to your one daughter for the first grandchild who was born months after you left us.?  It means a lot to her.?  And with me being a knitter, and you, one who only could crochet, it was not easy I'll have you know, but I did it!

Tonight is going to be tough on your dad.?  It is every year.?  ? I am making his special stuffed peppers for dinner that?  he loves so much, hoping to cheer him up a little.?  We'll talk about you at supper time.?  We'll share some more memories of our lives with you when you were here.

I wish you could give me signs more often.?  You and I discussed this before your death of how often you could let me know you were around us.?  I remember you saying, "What if I can't come when you call for me??  What if I have a job to do?"?  Though there are not as many incidences of your presence as I hoped there would be, what you have given me has left me with a peace knowing that you "made it."

You wanted me to pass that on to others who have lost a loved one, and I've done that.

Your dad, as you know, is having a little bit of memory loss.?  I've made a sign like I told you I would that hangs by his door saying, "Take your medicine today."?  We laugh about it and how you must be laughing saying, "She did what she promised me."

Just last week your dad finally gave the ok to remove all your clothing from your house.?  I know that you know, those clothes are now worn by victims of the two massive hurricanes that came into the gulf area.?  Had you been here with us, we know you would have donated many of your things to help others.

We still love you Sharon.?  We will never forget you.? ? ? And the heart prints you left us all with.?  So on this day, we will cherish your memory.

Sweet dreams, my sister-in-law.

Save a place for me, for one day I will join you.

Love,

Your sis-in-law

The other Sharon Bryant

In Memory of my sister-in-law

Sharon Lyn Bryant

December 25, 1945 - September 26, 2001

Sharon Bryant

1946 @bellsouth.net

About Me:

I am Sharon Bryant,? 59 years old and reside in Alabama.

I lost my child in 1977 when he was five and I write
articles on bereavement often.

I am a chocolate/candy maker and also a wood crafter and knitter.

I am married to a wonderful man, and have two remaining children, a daughter 25,
Amy, and a second son, Randy, age 22.

My main goal in life is to help those who
have lost a child. My website is: www.angelsremembered.tk

~**~**~

The warm golden glowing of the earth

Saskia Nienna Streidel

The light came from a place I was not able to see. It came out of the earth, it was more a glowing then really a light. It was warm, it was golden, it was ??¦like the touch of a mother. Filled with love and trust and a promise: I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE!
I tried to lean over to see the light better, but it was more a feeling. I couldn??t see right.
What was that?
I stood right in the middle of this warm ??“ golden glowing and felt like somebody touched my heart, somebody touched my inside, my intimate spot of hide feelings.
I felt a voice in me, somebody, or something, that told me to let go.
???But I can ??t!???
I was so scared. How should I let go? What would happen then? What would I do? Maybe I would do or say something stupid and somebody would hear it?
I was afraid about myself, my only inner thoughts and feelings. I knew how strong they were. O god, how strong they were sometimes and how powerful. That is why I had to hide them inside. I locked them in me. And it was my fight to keep them inside. It was my fight to watch the door.
But the voice was whispering softly in me, it was touching my heart, playing with my soul.
LET GO
NO
LET GO
I CAN??T
DO NOT BE AFRAID!
But I was. Whose voice was that? What kind of voice was it?
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
NOTHING. I AM JUST THERE!
WHO ARE YOU?
I AM EVERYTHING.
This day I opened myself to the glow of the earth for the first time.
It was deep, it was moving, it was scaring, it was strong, it was soft.
It was life and it was death.
Everything, just like the voice told me.
I stood there in the middle of the golden light, I was the light. The glowing went in my body, in my soul, in my dreams. It showed me, how I could be, what I could have. And it told me to trust my feelings ??“ the good ones and the scary ones.
And I did!
Sometimes, when I think about this memory, I can see a warm glowing coming out of my eyes. It goes deep through the soul of the people who are around me. It scares them sometimes, or they love it.?  But that is their decision. I cannot hide it, so they feel comfortable around me.
The light is everything.
We are everything.
The world is in us, not outside.
That is what the warm ??“ golden glowing light of mother earth showed me!

Saskia Nienna Streidel

saskiaofthewoods@yahoo.de

My name is Saskia Steidel, I am born the? 17.10.1981 in Germany. I live in a smallvillage in the middle of the woods and love to write. Right now I study learn therapy and music therapy and I just quit my job as a ticket manager in the administration of an soccer club, to have more time to study and to write and to work as a Nanny, what I really love. So far I published poems and some other pieces in different books and published one book called "Am Ende der Nebel". Right now I am writing on a children??™s book.

~**~**~

Finding Treasure

Myrna Wilkinson

She took up in our garage winter three years ago.?  We had a plastic clothes hamper with old towels and rags in it for wiping off the car windows, etc., and she would curl up in it facing away from us toward the garage wall.?  She'd? stay real? still as? if thinking, "If I'm? very, very? quiet, they won't notice me and I can stay here."? 

At the time, we had a 13-year-old Siamese cat who had never been outdoors before.?  He was one of a pair we'd had for 10 years before his brother up and died mysteriously.?  At any rate, there was no way we were going to impose another strange cat on him so we didn't even attempt to? make up? to? this stray? cat.?  It didn't matter to our newcomer though and she continued to sleep in our garage overnight and throughout much of the day since it was quite cold that winter.?  Naturally, we started putting out food and water for her.?  She always kept her distance during the day but, slowly,? started following my husband around the yard while he was doing yard work, staying a healthy 15 to 20 feet away.?  With each day that passed, she got a little closer until one day, while he was lying down next to? the split rail fence making repairs to it, she got right up against his back.?  Low and behold, with a little talking, she was soon his faithful companion.?  She won his heart right away.

After that, things progressed to the point where, when our Siamese succumbed to old age, she was there ready to take his spot in our hearts and home.?  As you saw from? her pictures, she has certainly done that.?  She's still quite skittish when strangers come around but, with us, it's like we were always together.?  She must? have been someone's pet at one time for she does receive and show affection to? this fortunate? adoptive couple.?  Also, she had to? have been spayed as she's never? gotten pregnant? during the nearly three? years we've had her and has had plenty of opportunities.? ? Someone must have left her or she got separated from her family due to some unfortunate circumstance.?  ? 

That's? the simple version of how we came to have "Ms. Reeth."?  There's lots more stories about this unusual cat.? 

Myrna Wilkinson

betcha34@gvtc.com

~**~**~

Poetry Section

~**~**~

"Ms. Reeth"

by Myrna Wilkinson

If ever there was a good? reason to write

'bout? a crazy fool cat that's? too old to fight,

It's now time to honor? our motley mix cat

by recounting her names of this and that.

First she was ???Raggedy,"? but that just didn't do,

so? we called her "Itty Bitty;" it just wasn't true.

We? named and renamed through gritted teeth;

No names were working until "Ms. Reeth."

Her namesake's "Aretha" whom all of us know;

that woman??™s most famous for? many a show.

While her best known song is? "R-E-S-P-E-C-T"

that's just the beginning of her long? history.

Sometimes? this cat's? worthy of other fine names

and often she's renamed for? bad sneaky? games.

She's mostly? a good cat, of that rest assured;

She'll stay as "Ms. Reeth" now her life has matured.

Myrna Wilkinson

betcha34@gvtc.com

Myrna lives in the Texas Hill Country where she retired from

state employment a year ago.?  She was last employed with

The University of Texas at San Antonio? where she worked as an Administrative Assistant in the College of Business.? Myrna and her husband now? travel whenever possible and enjoy staying at their home in Boerne, TX? the rest of the time.?  Both? are native Texans, and enjoy their retirement years together? to the fullest.

~**~**~

Day Dreaming

Tim Kevin

I wonder, yes I often wonder
When anxiously I do wander
Across the keys of this world web
When sometimes hardly out of bed.
-
Just what i hope to find
That will occupy my mind
Maybe awake a lovely damsel
To help this boring slow day jell
-
An add something of interest to life
Or help me escape some of the strife
That seems to becoming so prevalent
In daily blocking dreams of the present
-
Will I find those fabled pastures of green
That are always greener than mine seem
And grab for a piece of that lovely grass
But in climbing the fence fall on my ass
-
Those are the chances we will all take
When hiding in cyber space on the make
But I prefer when I'm really up & awake
To take a lovely gal to a picnic on a lake
-
by .... IrishWarlock

The IrishWarlock @webtv.net,
Tim Kevin, is the owner of the Yahoo adult
humor group, BICs_Jokers_Wild and resides in
Punta Gorda, Florida.

~**~**~

Raindrops

Rajendra Prahan

is it rain
or you within,
dancing in drops
on my parched skin?

*
each drop brings
a piece of sky
each pore
becomes an eye

*
dance in rain
I still do
and the rain dances
around you...

*

(c) Rajendra Pradhan

Rajendra Pradhan

rajendrapradhan@gmail.com

My Ryze page - http://www.ryze.com/go/praj59

My website - http://www.rajendrapradhan.com/

My blog - http://rajendrapradhan.blogspot.com

SENIOR WRITERS

Chief Writer: Sharon Bryant

Agee, Vance;? Apted, Violet;? Baker, Kathy; Batt, Al;?  Berry, Nell;

Boda, Ginger;? ? Buhagiar, Victor; Cassady, B.J.;?  Cavalera, Robyn; Crider, Mark;? 

Deming, Barb; Doherty, Maria; Goodier, Steve; Halley, Ellie Braun;

Harris, Kathy Anne;? Hunt, Sharlette;? 

Jacobson, Gary;? Kiser, Roger Dean; Kerens, Claudia; Jenkins, Pamela;

Liles, Norma; Lock, Joyce; Mazzella, Joe;? Ojeigbe, Georgewaters;

Petry, Dianna Doles; Roberts, Susan;Shiveley, Debra; Shaw, Bob; Sims, Richard; Swarner, Ken; Vaknin, Sam; Verhoeff, Jan

Walker, Bill; Walker, Joe;? Warner, Gorden K;

Whirity, Kathy;? White, Robert;

STORYTIME TAPESTRY STAFF

Publisher: Carol Roach-founder

Moderator: Thelma Hartselle-co founder

Moderator: Clara Westerfer

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