the tones of life

I never realized what a treasure this one little gift has been from my childhood home after my parents passed away. It sings a familiar tune as the metal tubes sway and tap merrily in the breeze. It lifts me up and takes me to a gentle time and place.

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This thought expresses the blessed tone of my parents’ life music they sang to us.

Let our words be like wind chimes.

Tone is something we hear like wind chimes blowing in the air. What sounds do our words make…? Communication is more than what we say; it is how we say it and how we sound. As much as possible, without forfeiting what we have to say, let our words be music to people’s ears.

Melody Beattie

 

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RAK Dating Ideas

 https://www.randomactsofkindness.org

 Posting dating ideas to support the fun of being kind:

Here is today’s RAK Date Ideas:

THEME: Be Kind To Animals

  1. Bird feeder date: A. Pool your money and go to, Walmart, Home Depot or Lowe’s and purchase one inexpensive bird feeder (or as many as you want), a bag of bird seed, and twine or thin rope. (And/or optional a little hook holder stake that you can push into the ground with your foot. It looks like one of those shepherds crooks but its metal and can hold the feeder). B. Now the fun part. Look for a place where people can watch the birds come feed. Ideas: A Kindergarten window at a school, (ask first), a window or garden at a senior center, a Big tree where you get food at college or gather with friends at a park, a place where people sit for a bus or stop to rest from jogging… and place it there. C. In a few days go and refill it…You get an automatic second date out of this!

  2. Doggy Park date: Go to Walmart or a grocery store and buy some doggy treats that contain bacon. Find the local doggy park and be the dog candy passer outer. Be sure to tell people this is for RAK and ask permission to feed the dogs. The dogs will love you and you will have a blast getting licked to death with your date. Then go eat bacon cheese burgers at Carl’s Jr.

  3. Gather a bunch of old towels from your neighborhood and go buy cat and dog treats (always treats with bacon for the dogs.) Tell people the towels are for the local vets and animal shelter. Drop off the towels to the Vets or take direct to your local Animal Shelter. Then ask if you can volunteer for a few hours for RAK week. Play with the animals for awhile and pass out your treats you bought. 

  4. At a local park, pick up trash. Buy a small bag of birdseed and just spread it around the bottom of trees. Make a place clean for animals. Then have a picnic.

    I support innocent/getting-to-know-you dating. It’s fun.

    During Random Acts of Kindness week, the acts of kindness do not have to be big. Do small acts with someone you want to get to know better. It is a great way to have fun together…

    BTW my boys: Being kind to animals was one of the things to look for….remember that road trip conversation…

Story #1: Inspired by 100 bears!

The room was stuffed full of happy energy by over 100 overly excited bears! (no pun intended) They were stitched and stuffed ready and waiting to begin their new life with not just children, but anyone who needs a personal bear buddy. The seamstress has made more than 800 bears over the past eight years.

But the piece of the story that makes it holy is when asked how much she sells them for on Etsy or in boutiques she says,

                                 “Oh they are way too expensive for anyone to purchase.”

Why? 

The reason is stated VERY resolute.

Every single bear is stitched with the maker’s love. And, she says, “my love is priceless and not for sale.”

Giving them away is only a piece of the gift. She enlists “stuffers,” from her church; mostly children to come help give them life. Then for their service they get to pick one to take home.

The maker says: “There is no mouth but ears because they are perfect listeners. The arms are outstretched ready to give us unlimited hugs for anything life brings. Their furry soft bodies can be loved on in as many ways as there are the people who have them.”

This years 100 will soon be off to the Gold Star Mothers group in up-state New York who provide Christmas for veterans and their families. Her bears have brightened hospitals, the elderly, cancer patients, autistic children, hurricane/tornado victims, and people who need a special cuddle buddy. The maker told me she has just given one to a lonely elderly woman in a retirement facility who now sleeps with her bear buddy every single night. The elderly woman now has friends coveting her bear boy friend and they want one too.

I am privileged to have been given one of those bears…a true gift of love.

What can I give to Christmas? 

Here is the idea my bear buddy whispered in my ear…

Once upon a Christmas season a knock taps on your door.

A strange woman with a twinkle in her eye, wearing pajamas and red slippers holds a heavy suitcase.

Will she be staying long?

What is inside?

 If you choose to let her in

you may discover the fairy gold

she carries in her case.

But it is you who has to open it up

and discover what magic it can bring.

Once again I am a traveling Christmas story teller and would love to come share some fairy gold with you or your friends. Remember stories are for kids from 1-102. If you think you are too busy or too dignified, you are missing out on one of life’s best treasures!

It won’t cost you a cent except time.

It is my gift to Christmas to help spread the magic.

 Happy Christmas Dears.

This my first story to share with you…

Jennifer Edwards

If you are a dreamer come in.
If you are a dreamer,
a wisher,
a liar,
a hoper,
a prayer,
a magic-bean buyer.
If you’re a pretender come sit by my fire.
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Come in…
Shel Silverstein

What will you give to Christmas?

 It’s not just for getting…

We need each other!

I waited alone for my MRI, yesterday. I was “un-dresssed” and prepped.

In front of me was a curtained room which another person had just received an IV for the contrast dye who also was waiting. The curtain was drawn. I could only see her feet.

We both sat alone…shaking…

No one was around and the silence compounded the nervous energy.

An angel inside my head told me to get up and go talk to the woman behind the curtain.

I shrugged it off.

The angel insisted again.

I thumbed through a trivial magazine which contents meant nothing compared to the extremity of purpose why I was there…

The angel pestered again, “She is scared just like you. What could it hurt?”

I watched her stocking feet for a few more moments.

Without my brain matching my own stocking feet I found myself standing next to the curtain doing an act completely out of my shy character. I opened the curtain and inside saw a young woman sitting with her head down; visibly nervous.

“Good-luck with your tests.” I told her. “I’m just waiting over there and I figured we both were nervous and so I came to wish you well to calm myself down.”

She gave me a nervous smile and thanked me.

We struck up a conversation about how we both were repeating an MRI within the past few weeks. She had received the news of breast cancer the first time and she was in shock. I told her she would be fine and to hold tightly to hope and faith. We shared positive reports about her doctor and that she would be well cared for.  I explained I was past that time and she would soon be too. We spoke of her boys and how frightened they were for their mother.

Just then a radiology technician came rushing in from the thick door, wondering why I was talking to the woman behind the curtain. I said we were just helping each other through the nerves. And then the young woman got up to leave for her MRI. We hugged each other and wished each other well.

I never saw her again.

I was walked the opposite direction through the other thick door, moments later. We both were placed inside tubes at the very same time listening to truck honks, jack-hammers, horse clomps, haunted house clicks, and machine guns, while praying and singing, wondering how this moment would change our lives from now on.

But for a split second, we held to each other. We comforted each other. We needed human contact; not lonely silence.

I am so glad I listened to my angel.

It was me that was strengthened…

If you get a pester from your angel, listen.

It is as much for you as it is for the other person.

I am going to pray for her and I hope she does the same for me…

You know what?

We do need each other.

 

The dog bite

I don’t want my blog to be political because then it would be sucked into a treacherous current that is difficult to get out of.

And here is one small example why.

Just two days ago, after a sweet little breakfast with a friend I had not seen in four years, I decided to roam around her little town of one fire station, one gas station, a used book store, a car tire garage, a hardware store, a junk store and a few specialty stores and restaurants. It is the epitome of quaint New England. In fact this was the town I had posted one Halloween where the pumpkin patch payment was all on honor code with a little box to place your money in, that anyone could have reached in and helped themselves. I had dressed up and tried to make it a nice event for me and my friend.

As I was walking back to my car parked behind the very cool junk store a man allowed his dog to stretch way out on those retractable leashes so I turned to pet. I love doggies and FEE-FEE was on bee-line to me. The owner said, “He’ll bite you!” And I of course retreated my hand back from my koochy-koo with the pup. And the owner then said, “Bite her, Bite her, she is obviously a Trump supporter!” And he just barely pulled Fido away from my leg but let his leash out so he was close enough to snarl.

Now it all happened quickly and unexpectedly. I nervously laughed it off and dashed into the out door junk yard, watching him laugh at me as he walked past retracting in Doggy-dear’s leash. I felt really hurt.

I am worried about what is happening to the people in this country. I know the majority are good kind hard working people who want a good life for their families. But I also see more and more hurtful unkindness that seems to now be allowed and disregarded. That very tiny moment was uncalled for. 

Are Americans so distracted and hopless that we sit in a huge boat floating down a torrential river current minutes from going over a Niagra Falls type water fall but we all have our cameras out taking selfies and pictures of the scenery continually posting our lives on facebook and Instagram! We have got to collectively paddle the opposite way. Back to kindness, honesty, abiding by the rules and not bending them to fit our needs, being respectful to each other and our blessings this country offers that is truly amazing. And especially get back to God who gave us everything but our desire to follow him. And if we don’t follow HIM our future looks pretty bleak!