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Comment by The Ancient One 1 day ago

Somehow not only for Christmas
But all the long year through,
The joy that you give to others
Is the joy that comes back to you.

And the more you spend in blessing
The poor and lonely and sad,
The more of your heart's possessing
Returns to make you glad.

(Written by John Greenleaf Whittier)

Comment by Ron Alexander on December 24, 2009 at 7:00pm

The Sun is my Blanket
Three Straight Christmases on a Deserted Island
Ron Alexander

With about 20 students on board for our Marine Science under Sail, we celebrated our third straight on a beautiful deserted Cay called Little San Salvador. It lies only about 25 miles South of Eleuthera in the Bahamas in the late '70's.
Little San Salvador has a large anchorage with turquoise clear water and a large pink sandy beach. At the Southern tip is a orange, green, red, blue coral reef loaded with a sparkling rainbow-colored marine life plus edible fish & lots of lobster and conch.
I enjoyed being away from stores and the heightened commercialization of the holiday. Our celebration was simple. The nearby reef was an abundant hunting ground, and we captains and crew caught and cooked a sumptuous feast – lobster, grouper, and the versatile conch – conch salad, conch fritters, & fried conch for the Christmas Day Dinner.
Early on Christmas day we drew names for gifts. Only one gift per person, and with nowhere to make a purchase, it would require some ingenuity and creativity. I will never forget the sweetness and humor provided by these simple gifts handed out after dinner on Christmas day. A nice little manger scene crafted from pieces of coral found on beach was my favorite gift. A funny little poem composed especially for the recipient was a welcomed frequent read during the after dinner exchange. I usually gave a nice shell I found while hunting under¬water or sometimes a specially prepared (sautéed with ginger sauce) lobster tail for an addition to the meal. Singing Carols after dinner, what could be better?

Comment by Ron Alexander on December 19, 2009 at 9:15am

Good for that - "emerging masculine consciousness" - One Love, ron

Comment by cteyf sunkiss on December 18, 2009 at 9:46pm

Your welcome.. :). Inspired by the emerging masculine consciousness..

Comment by Ron Alexander on December 18, 2009 at 10:21am

Excellent inspiring poem below, thanks cteyf!

Comment by cteyf sunkiss on December 15, 2009 at 8:40pm

brave sons.. for my son Elijah

Once in a land of billows of blue,
A young prince arrived inspired and new
He sang a song of sensitivity,
And it angered his father, the king, who could not see
And his father believed that he as a man
Was better then those of a lesser clan
His father the king, he just could not see
The way others felt when he began to tease
And the prince decided at a very young age
That he would change things
That he would change his ways
As it doesn’t matter what is his fathers view
It is within the prince to do something new
Not be angry or rash like his dad
But to hold space
With love in his hands
Not to be angry or rash to his dad
But to show by example how to be a true man
A true man loves, pure from his heart
A true man is a leader and a servant, an equal counter part
He is compassionate to others
He is brave and is true
True to himself, that’s all he has to do
And the prince grew up exactly that way
He showed others to love
Never a word to pursuay
By becoming the change
And creating the new
Letting go of the old
And his father, what did he do
He watched his son and observed his own blue
And it challenged his ego, his claim to a man
And it made the king angry
At his son for a span
But the prince continued
To love and to be
In perfect balance
And harmony
To treat others with respect and peace
His father was alone when he began to tease
Angry his father stormed away
Confused at his son and this crazy new way
Confused at his people who were now happy and free
What does this mean, why can't I see
And he ran to a cave
To hide and to think
And the king went within
For the first time he found a link
To a whole other universe
He found deep within and opened his heart
Watched the spirit begin
To clear away spider webs
Of thoughts he perceived
But not by observation as he realized what it was that he believed
Where not his own thoughts but things taught along the way
From his father, the media, and his Auntie Fae
And he wondered what it was that he believed
What did he feel and how did he perceive
He spent quite a bit of time in that cave
He went within and unlearned his ways
He let go of old and made peace with the new
He found His truth. Let go of his blue

When he returned to the kingdom they sang and danced
Father and son balanced at last
Brother against brother a thing of the past
No more teasing, No more War
All is love at last..

Comment by Ron Alexander on December 7, 2009 at 6:40pm

My big part on an off-broadway "play".
Back in the 80's., I sailed into South St. Harbour on my cruise from the South to New England to teach Marine Science Under Sail. This was in May, and in Sept., I would sail back South to teach in the Bahamas. One of my students was a psychologist who lived in the village. She shared a big apartment, which included a stage and room for a small audience. There, she co-directed a therapeutic play called "play-back theater". I happened to be part of an audience (had to be approved by client) that was observing a woman who was having a drama about as puzzling dream. She told us about the dream. She was sitting with her Mother, and they were reviewing their life together in a healing way, when all of a sudden there was a catastrophe, and the dream ended. She picked out members of the audience to play different parts. She picked a woman to play her Mother, and then me to play the "catastrophe". I was directed to intuitively decide what the problem would be. There was a large stage spotlight, and a variety of props to use to create the scene. The woman told me when in the conversation with her Mother - the disturbance would occur - a cue sentence. When she got to that scene, I had figured out what I would do to create the dream-ending occurence.
I threw a black cloth over the spotlight. Everyone froze at my action - a perfect way to create a catastrophe.
My claim to fame on the stage off Broadway - way off!

Comment by John DiStefano on November 26, 2009 at 7:10am

Here's My Synchronicity Story. Hope You Enjoy!


Synchronicities
Paying It Forward --my own story of yesterday -- November 19th, 2009

I know that my own health has lately hindered my ability to honor any commitments that I have made including doctor's appointments themselves. At one point late last week I told the doctor's office receptionist after having missed my second consecutive appointment that I hadn't intentionally done it, and that the underlying reason for doing so was that I was feeling rather ill. After making my third appointment for later that day and heading down the road in a spare car that hadn't been used in at least a month or two, I then ran out of gas only minutes from my home, and had to pull off the road. I then proceeded to call back the doctors office and pleaded for more time as unfortunately I had just experienced some car trouble while traveling down the road to get there. They reluctantly gave me 15 more minutes time, and I then quickly called the auto club (AAA) to get help on the way andbegged for their speediest response as I risked missing an extremely important doctor's appointment . They had arrived in what seemed less than ten minutes and I was off and running again, and surprisingly I was then able to arrive 15 minutes earlier than my originally scheduled appointment. Now you may think that this little story ends right here, however, it simply doesn't.

At the doctors office appointment It was determined that more blood work would be necessary and that I would need to head right over to the lab to get that taken care of. I then sped over to the lab which was located only a few minutes away, and was then informed by the nice phlebotomist there, that I needed to give two rounds of blood samples and that they needed to be taken at least 15 minutes apart, however, the lab itself was to be closing in only 10 minutes and that all the lab work for the day was actually going to be picked up right around that time by a driver too. A seemingly impossible task it was as we quickly set forth getting the first round of blood samples drawn and waiting the required time between drawing the final samples. Soon the driver had arrived to pick up all the work for that day and the phlebotomist had urged him to hang on or come back in about ten minutes or so which heluckily agreed to do, and the blood work was finally completed and I was soon on my way out the door to my parked car. With a long sigh of relief I headed towards the gasoline station, as I now had to fill the nearly empty gas tank or else I risked running out of gas again, a certainly dreadful thought. I had enough of a time paying for the gas itself and getting the pump to work when an asian fellow carrying a small red gasoline jug suddenly approaches me and kindly asks me if I can possibly help him out by driving him back near the highway to where his parked car is located, as he had previously run out of gas there. I told him that he could not have called upon a better person for this as I too had run out of gas during the day and that I would even do better than just getting him down the road and would instead drive him right over to where his car was and help him out in any way that I possibly could as well, and to which I certainly did.
~ Life sometimes sure has a funny way of seeing us down the road. ~

Comment by BenTwig on November 25, 2009 at 9:30am

So beautiful the dawn... before the focus of the lit or dimly shadowed laden wet and cold, rest upon the waking eye of a human care... beyond a dusk's desire intented or unaware.

Comment by The Ancient One on November 25, 2009 at 6:05am

Friendship's Flower
by Helen Steiner Rice

Life is like a garden
And friendship like a flower,
That blooms and grows in beauty
With the sunshine and the shower.

And lovely are the blossoms
That are tended with great care,
By those who work unselfishly
To make the place more fair.

And, like the garden blossoms,
Friendship's flower grows more sweet
When watched and tended carefully
By those we know and meet.

And, if the seed of friendship
Is planted deep and true
And watched with understanding,
Friendship's flower will bloom for you.

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