Monkey Finds His Way

Monkey in Bali, Indonesia

Monkey in Bali, Indonesia (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A little monkey got up one morning and decided to only look down from the trees.
It was wonderful!
He noticed that other monkeys lived in his neighborhood, he found a banana that had been overlooked, and he discovered his own shadow. Suddenly, he almost fell. His mother caught him and smiled gently.
The next day, the little monkey decided to only look upward.
It was wonderful!
He saw the clouds and the bluest sky. A flock of birds passed over and his heart felt as though it would burst from the beauty of it all. Suddenly, he almost fell. His mother caught him and smiled gently.
On the very next day, a bit more cautious little monkey, decided to look only behind himself.
It was wonderful!
All the while he walked, he could still see his soft leafy nest. Now, he was sure this was his best decision, yet. It made him feel warm and safe. Suddenly, he almost fell. His mother caught him, once again, and smiled gently.

This time, his mother warned him that he must look around to best prevent himself from falling. Little monkey had fun looking around until he noticed ugly, fearful things were in the forest.
This was not so wonderful!
“Mother? I was happier when I looked down and looked back and looked upward. How can you look around and still smile?”
“I have an eye for beauty, a mind that knows discovery and warm memories of safe places, all those things make me smile.”

“I just don’t understand why I must look around when I don’t want to see ugly, fearful things?”

“Because, my dear little monkey, I will not always be near enough to catch you.”

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I have no doubt that this story has already been told, in some form or fashion. I am alarmed by what I consider over-protectiveness on the part of  many young parents who want only happy, dreamy feelings filling everything in their children’s environment. Because of that opinion, I wrote this story today, and my words came to me separately from any other sources. 😉

The Question Mark Tree

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Carmella May Sweet,

Climbed to her seat,

Up in the Question Mark tree.

She was given a task,

Her teacher had asked,

Just what she wanted to be?

As she wondered, “Why?”

Her brother played spy,

Watching her, way down below.

Grandma came home,

Daddy dug loam,

Her thinking was sorrily slow.

A small forest newt,

In a bright red suit,

Crawled happily in the shade.

Carmella knew,

The day would be through,

Before her decision was made.

The farmer next door,

 Swept his barn floor.

As daylight turned to dark.

Suppertime near,

No answer yet clear,

Her dog was beginning to bark.

All day had passed.

She walked home at last.

Troubled ’bout who she would be.

Homework undone,

She started to run,

An answer came through suddenly.

No need to decide,

But simply take pride.

In all that she is everyday.

So much of what’s you,

Is more than you do.

So this is all she could say:

I’m a sister, granddaughter, daughter and friend.

A neighbor, love Nature, these things have no end.

I think I’ll simply wait and see.

For now, I like just being me.

Doctor Hopper

designallDoctor Hopper, a handsome dude,

 Only eats from happy food.

A helping hand or handmade gift,

Gives this fellow quite a lift.

He always shares and travels miles,

Seeking kids who offer smiles.

Wanting things, just isn’t why,

A person, sometimes, needs to cry.

Being glum is not okay.

It’s not your birthday every day.

A sour frown’s no good to eat.

Insects only like what’s sweet.

You’ll find this superhero bug,

In every single happy hug.

The doctor wants the world to know,

Nectar comes from the love we show.

Cheer for your friends, and family too,

Keep him fat, he counts on you.

Big Kid Day… the Proposal

I believe there is a formative age group who needs a boost. Kids ages 5 through 10 are often overlooked until they act out.

I’d like to propose a Big Kid Day. It would coordinate with the very first day of school every September (or late August).

Special stickers could be handed out with a “Hurray for Big Kids!” theme.

  • Big kids help out little kids in need.
  • Big kids help parents with chores.
  • Big kids save older folks steps by being “go-fors”.
  • Big Kids have Big Kid Power!

That’s right! Kids from 5 through 10 can become super heroes if we encourage them.

                                 Big Kid Power

Not so long ago

I was just like you.

A little bit nervous

About what to do?

All was so different,

Kids everywhere.

I’d heard about bullies,

I hoped they weren’t there.

Some kids were shouting,

All of them tall,

I kept to myself

And walked down the hall.

One Big Kid stopped

And gave me a grin,

He walked me to class

And helped me get in.

Now on the first day

Of school ever year,

I look for a small one

With eyes full of fear.

I remember my moment,

Now I’m the Big Kid.

And pass on the kindness

That my Big Kid did.


Random Word Story #18~A Story for Kids

Random words generated by creativitygames.net.

cucumber-01

cucumber-01 (Photo credit: geirf)

My task is to create a story, in one sitting, using randomly generated words.

My words are:... moss…attack…spike…anchor…pirate…cucumber

Here is my story:

Spike grew redder with anger. His attempt to move across the Bay had been foiled again! An anchor, from an ancient pirate ship, was blocking his forward progress.

Now what?

His mother had always whispered, “Slow and steady, slow and steady.”, to him. He had no choice but to move slowly! He was just a sea cucumber after all.

“Great crumbling hull! ” he shouted in frustration. He was glad that his mother could not hear him resorting to foul language but if he didn’t release some anger he felt he’d burst.

“Yeah, chum THAT you old creepy anchor!”

There was nothing to do but take the long way around. Heck, every way is the long way when you’re a sea cucumber.

Mother had stayed right where she grew up, in a small depression where all her family had grown. Not Spike. He had ambition. He wanted to see the world if only one inch at a time.

“I have better things to do than be depressed with my whole family. They can kiss my moss!”

So on he went. It had taken him a week to move this far.

He enjoyed where he was now. Just one cucumber in a strange new universe.

“Pssst! Yo dude!” A tiny blue crab was peeking from under a white scallop shell.

“What do you want?” Spike snipped.

“If I were you I’d turn around, stop all that complaining and cussing and go home. You’re not very bright for such a colorful creature. You stick out like a clam in a coral reef!  There’s safety in numbers. When the migrating squid come through and attack you, I ‘ll bet you’ll wish to be back home. Dumb cucumbers are their favorite dish!”

“Who do you think YOU are telling me what to do?”

The crab raised both arms. One held a beautiful large claw. The other was just a stub.

“The voice of experience and reason. THAT’S who.”

It took Spike 10 days to return from whence he came. On the eleventh day, he watched the squid migration overhead. He didn’t stand out any more but that fact was a good thing.

Pals in a Place and Time

Shadow Rough Collie

Shadow Rough Collie (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Buffy rolled back his upper lip and grinned. It was the collie in him. He smiled when he was excited and when our car pulled into the dooryard, he was very happy.

I loved him in spite of his lack of kindness to the feral cats. He’d sadly ended the misery for a few who had gotten in his face. I luckily had never witnessed that. This was an oversight in his upbringing that I could not reverse but, as a playmate, he was the very best. He would have given his life to protect me. This I was sure of.

When my parents ended their visit with grandma and grandpa, I would be staying. Buffy and I would have many hours to ourselves.

The chores on my grandparents’ farm, waited for no one. After a very early breakfast, I was left alone to play, while the adults did the morning milking.  Sometimes, I would spend  the first hour among the cows at the new milking “parlor”, but more often, opted to play with my pal and my imagination.

It is only now, that I realize how much my company meant to Buff. Unless the cows got out and he was asked to herd them back, he was overlooked. An occasional pat on the head was the most he could hope for when I wasn’t around.

The sound of house sparrows brings me back to, the two of us , sunning ourselves on the steps. The birds would flutter in the dusty driveway to ward off mites in their feathers. Buffy would lean into me so very hard as I wrapped my arms around his neck. The smell of dust, hay chaff and grease ( from lazing around beneath farm equipment) greeted my nostrils when I buried my face in his fur. A combination that would have been repugnant had it not been the smell of my pal. I’m sure that I will be moved to tears should I find the same odor again. What a bitter sweet surprise that would be.

Then off we’d go. I’d be a master dog trainer and he was my willing pupil. I made up hand signals for him to follow.  I’d wave and he’d jump a bale of hay and follow a maze that I had created. It took many hours and a lot of sweat to manage the hay bales alone. But, I had all day and very friendly company by my side.

Sometimes we’d just sit in the grass on the hill overlooking the barn. Buffy would whine with pleasure as I rubbed his belly. We enjoyed the breeze that that spot always had. The squawk of red-winged blackbirds and the fragrance of  phlox, each bring me right back to those moments. My grandmother’s house was surrounded with phlox of every color and the “crik” below had a marsh where the red-winged blackbirds nested.

Once in awhile, I wish Buffy  could have known what it was like to be a family dog. But, It just would not have fit him somehow. He was a dog of his time.  Instead of wondering “what if ?” , I’ ll  cherish how we belonged to each other, back then, and shared a place and time, where we needed a pal.

Questions?

I found this clip and kept it in my drafts until I could use it. Everybody Loves Raymond was a show with a great deal of  insight into being human.

What we find funny is usually something that strikes a cord within ourselves. I love a good discussion and would we really have any meaningful discussions without questions? 🙂

So, while this clip ruminated in my stash, a poem “popped” into my head. In my world, poems “pop”.

Also, most questions are easiest to answer when we consider how a kid would answer. Kids are our most insightful companions. So enjoy this clip and then the poem that “popped” from my inner child.

What would we do without questions?

Where would our interests lead?

How would we get up each morning,

Without  a curious need?

How would we create a vision?

What direction is best to move toward?

Questions are God’s way of making,

A world where no one is bored.