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The Love Of A Mother And Child.

09 Friday Aug 2019

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in photo, Poetry, Psychology, spirituality, Stories

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She sings a song, soft and low, soft and low

To her baby boy as the south wind blows.

He clings to her breast and gives a sigh

As he watches the stars in the night sky.                                 

Found on Pinterest on 6-11-17. Saved from meetup.com. Darkfire. Magic & Mysteries.

” The stars remind us that heaven is near.

God’s light shines through when stars appear.

The moon glows bright to guide your way

And will lead you home at the end of the day.”

” So many gifts are given to you,

She said, to make each day brand new.

Always remember, God loves you so.

He will be with you, wherever you go.”

She rocked him to sleep by the light of the moon,

And her grown son never forgot this tune.

-Yu/stan/kema-

Being Responsible Is Important For Survival.

12 Friday Aug 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Article., Photos, Psychology, spirituality, Stories, Uncategorized

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Winter had come to the forest with a vengeance when a full moon arose in the month of December. Food was scarce and the wolves were staying close to their packs to stay alive. The wolf was a different breed of animal than man.

Found on Pinterest on 1-18-16. Wolves.

Found on Pinterest on 1-18-16. Wolves.

Each wolf kept The rules of the pack and each looked out for the other without hesitation or petty jealousy. The welfare of the pack came first. It was common for generations of wolves to come together to form a group that hunted for food and shelter. Most wolves mated for life. Wolf cubs were born within a cycle of life and death. The ones who survived were the strongest and the fittest of the pack.

In this particular group of wolves, a gray and silver-colored wolf stood out from all the rest. There was a sense of power in his stance and his head was held regally which set him apart. Scars covered his body from years of battle. In his eyes, was a keenness and a wisdom that had come from carrying the burdens of his pack. Pride looked out of his eyes as he thought of the wolf cubs he had taught valuable survival skills to since the time of their birth. He had loved his mate with passion and tenderness and he mourned her death. She had died in an ice storm that had lasted for days.

Found on Pinterest on 8-8-16. Fineartamerica.

Found on Pinterest on 8-8-16. Fineartamerica. com. Karen Wiles.

He knew he was approaching death for the years had not been kind to him. His eyesight was fading and his hearing was steadily declining. His muscles moved stiffly and his joints ached with pain that made him catch his breath when he howled in the moonlight.

He hated to give up his status as pack leader, but he knew the protection of the pack was vital to all who remained with his group. There was no time for sentiment, or trying to convince himself that he could just let nature take its natural course. He had a responsibility to the pack, and he needed to act quickly because the winter storms were increasing in intensity.

He lowered his head and observed the candidates for pack leader carefully. He finally saw the wolf he would pick: One who was willing to sacrifice his own interests for the good of the pack; A wolf who thought before he reacted, and who was able to control his anger; a wolf that was willing to teach others survival skills, and who was compassionate towards the weak. 

Found on Pinterest on 8-6-16.. Little Wolf. Monazimbo.

Found on Pinterest on 8-6-16.. Little Wolf. Monazimbo.

The old wolf bowed his head and prayed to the Spirit Wolf to show him a sign that he had chosen well for the pack. A light entered the forest and cast a beam of sparkling light onto the young wolf below. The pack leader smiled and with a great sigh, he called the wolves together.

He explained to them that it was time for a new leader, time for a new protector to lead the pack. He asked the wolves to accept his decision on who would take his place. ” I respect and care for you all. We have been together many years. My role must come to an end. I have lost the ability to protect you like I did in the past. The Spirit Wolf has blessed my successor.” He then turned and introduced the new leader to the pack. One by one the wolves showed their submission to the new leader.  There was sadness in their hearts knowing the old wolf would no longer lead them. He was respected and liked by all of the creatures in the forest.

Later, when the pack had settled down to sleep, the old wolf felt his heart-break. “I have led well, and protected those under my care. I have lived a good life, seen my cubs grow up to become mature wolves. I have loved well. I am ready to lay my burdens down and join my spirit with yours, Oh Great One.”  He closed his eyes and let go of his spirit. 

Found on Pinterest on 8-11-16. Catherine Woulf.

Found on Pinterest on 8-11-16. Catherine Woulf.

The next day, the pack found his body lying in the snow. He was dead, but the look on his face was peaceful. He died knowing he had fulfilled his purpose on earth. He had left, and now he was racing along side the Great Spirit Wolf. 

Yu/stan/kema. 

 

 

The Joy Of Fathers And Sons.

10 Wednesday Aug 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Parent Category, Photos, Poetry, Psychology, spirituality, Stories

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Found on Pinterest on 6-19-16. Fathers.

Found on Pinterest on 6-19-16. Fathers.

 

                                                 FATHERS AND SONS

A little boy kneeling

Next to his dad,

Wanted to be like him,

But he was sad.

He barely got the chance,

To look in his face.

Dad was seldom home.

He’d leave without a glance

At the little boy waiting

To  keep up the pace.

He walked like his father,

And he worked hard too,

Not to be a bother

To the man he knew:

The dad that took him 

In the fields to play

The guitars they had

By the sweet-smelling hay.

He wanted and waited

With all of his heart,

For his dad to read him

A story from the start.

Found on Pinterest on 6-19-16.

Found on Pinterest on 6-19-16.

He was certain his Father

Loved  him much.

He was hungry for his praise

And a gentle touch.

All he really wanted

was his dad to see

The man inside

The boy wanted to be.

Yu/stan/kema.

The Difference Between Two Birds.

01 Monday Aug 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Photos, Poetry, Psychology, spirituality, Stories, Uncategorized

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A group of birds swam in a pond.  

Found on Facebook Timeline on 8-1-16.  Johanna Hurand.

Found on Facebook Timeline on 8-1-16. Johanna Hurand.

Ducks and geese were prevalent.

A few were trying to form a bond.

In flew a bird that was a gent.      

Found on Facebook Timeline on 8-1-16. Johanna Hurand.

Found on Facebook Timeline on 8-1-16. Johanna Hurand.

Now, right away a female bird,

Preened and fluffed her feathers white.

She cocked her head, to hear a word

From him who was a handsome sight:

“I’ve floated in sweet Lake Louise,

And sent bird calls o’er mountain tops,

And ate from many kinds of crops.”

Found on Facebook Timeline on 8-1-16. Johanna Hurand.

Found on Facebook Timeline on 8-1-16. Johanna Hurand.

 

He stretched his neck with so much pride,

And stirred the water with huge wings.

When his feathers opened wide,

She  heard the song that nature sings.

So powerful and strong was he,

She almost wept. She could have died.

So wonderful, this ecstasy

That came up inside her breast.

She felt so beautiful and free,

She wanted them to build a nest.

She wanted him from all the rest.

Found on Facebook Timeline on 7-31-16. Johanna Hurand.

Found on Facebook Timeline on 7-31-16.
Johanna Hurand.

 

Suddenly, he cocked his head.

He heard a bird cry from afar.

He rose and flew away instead,

Toward the brightest evening star.

She was left alone  to cope

With all this sorrow in her heart.

She knew it wouldn’t work to hope,

For he had ripped her soul apart.

So she swam back to the group

Of birds that played  in water green.

She tried hard to not be seen.

Found on Facebook Timeline on 8-1-16. Johanna Hurand.

Found on Facebook Timeline on 8-1-16. Johanna Hurand.

 

A  male bird made a lazy loop,

Spread ripples round her as she swam.

He refused to leave her side,

Said he wasn’t on the lam.

He said he’d swim the pond with her;

Protect her from the bitter cold;

To stay with her, he would prefer;

And be with her as they grew old.

She grew to love him by and by.

Found on Pinterest on 7-26-16. imgur.

Found on Pinterest on 7-26-16. imgur.

His heart was made of purest gold.

And that’s the way the story’s told.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

” Thanks go to Johanna Hurand, who took

     most of the photos seen in this post.”  Y.

 

Book Review: “My Precious Child. Affirmations for the Child Within.” Mary L. Williams.

22 Tuesday Mar 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Article., Books, Photos, Psychology, quote, Stories

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This book was written by Mary L. Williams. It is a small, thin book of positive statements that parents can read to their children. The messages can be easily internalized by children as messages they can carry with for the rest of their lives. Adults, who have been abused or neglected as children, can gain some benefit by reading these affirmations to the Child within themselves, as a tool to increase their self-esteem. The illustrations in the book are quite beautiful.

Reading to oneself can be a healing experience, especially if done repeatedly over time. One of the affirmations used in the book is:

“You don’t have to be perfect. I still love you, even when you make mistakes.”1

It is a wonderful message for a child to internalize. Take the time to read it. The book has a way of attaching itself to the inside corners of your heart.

Other books that can soothe, comfort, or increase self-esteem are listed below:

  1. Found on Pinterest on 3-22-16.

    Found on Pinterest on 3-22-16.

    The Little Prince. Antoine De Saint-Exupery.

  2. The Velveteen Rabbit. Margery Williams.
  3. Wherever You Are My Love Will Find You. Nancy Tillman.
  4. I Love You To The Moon And Back. Illustrated by Tim Warnes.
  5. I Love You Night And Day. Smriti Prasadam-Halls. Illustrated by Alison Brown.
  6. On The Night You Were Born. Nancy Tillman.
  7. God Bless You Night And Day. Hannah C. Hall; Illustrated by Steve Whitlow.
  8. I Love You As Big As The World. David Van Buren. Illus. by Tim Warnes.
  9. On The Day You Were Born. Debra Frasier.
  10. Forest Child. Marni McGee. Illus. by A. Scott Banfill.
  11. You’re Here For A Reason. Nancy Tillman.
  12. Follow The Moon. Sarah Weeks. Illus. by Suzanne Duranceau.
  13. If I Could Keep You Little. Marianne Richmond.

Yu/stan/kema

Found on Pinterest on 2-11-16. Sara Hadenfeldt. All Boy.

Found on Pinterest on 2-11-16. Sara Hadenfeldt. All Boy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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1 Williams, Mary L. 1991. My Precious Child. Affirmations for the Child Within. Deerfield Beach, Florida. Health Communications, Inc.

 

 

 

 

 

The Hawk And The Rabbit.

15 Friday Jan 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Humor, photo, Poetry, Stories

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found on Pinterest on 11-27-15. Winter along the river-Bald eagles. By Persis Wiers. Wild Wings.

found on Pinterest on 11-27-15. Winter along the river-Bald eagles. By Persis Wiers. Wild Wings.

“No one knows,” said the hawk to the rabbit,

“where this river flows.

Just take a deep drink and wiggle your nose

And sharing becomes a habit.

I can tell you’re  scared, I’ll swallow you whole.

But take a risk today.

I’ve really changed my old way of acting.

Let’s take some time to play.”

The rabbit’s heart was beating so fast,

He thought he would die of fright.

He tried, and tried with all of his might

To forget the hawk of the past.

His mothers words came in to his mind,

“Be careful my precious one.

Old habits are hard to break, my son.

Just be friends and stay with your kind.”

“Oh, what a dilemma,” The rabbit said.

“I’d rather make a new friend.

Someone on whom I can depend

But will I end up dead?.”

“It’s risky I know to take a chance

And trust what is to come.

Others may think you’re really dumb,

But I can see in a  glance

You want to experience all of life.

And sit by friendship’s fire.

There’s nothing wrong with a desire

To live your days without strife,” said hawk.

So they drank together and talked a while..

They traveled to the river’s end.

They never regretted being a friend.

They were risk-takers with a smile.

Yu/stan/kema

 

A Story Of Loss.

20 Tuesday Oct 2015

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Found on Pinterest on 2-19-15. Steven Furrick.

Found on Pinterest on 2-19-15. Steven Furtick.

There once was a girl who had lost her Mother through no fault of her own. The fates decreed it would happen. Like a brave little girl, she threw the loss so deep inside her heart that she was unable to find it. No matter how hard she searched for it, she could not find it.

She left it behind her and went on with the business of living. She couldn’t complain. She was alive and breathing. She was able to smile and she was able to play, but she found she could not cry. But that was ok. The people she saw on a regular basis didn’t want a sad little girl putting her burden out on the ground for the world to see. They wanted her to dance and sing for them. They wanted her to laugh and play with exuberance. She was happy to accommodate them. She wanted to please and she wanted to be liked by people. She knew it was the very thing that made her human.

She got on with the business of pleasing. She laughed and she giggled, she danced and she sang, and she prayed to their all-knowing God. They repeated over and over to her, that God was all she needed. He would talk with her and walk with her, hug her, and read her stories. He would rock her at night, sing her to sleep, and make every thing right. She waited and waited with her heart in her hands, eager to give it away, to the God in heaven, the all-loving God.  They said He was coming for her. She waited and waited . Day after day, she looked everywhere for Him. She finally came to realize, He wasn’t coming for her.

She threw the loss inside her heart, so deep, it was hidden from all. She laughed and she played. She danced and she sang, and nobody noticed but her, that her heart had shriveled up inside and became the size of a pea. Her sense of hope had died in the night. She couldn’t find a part of herself, the part, she called, “Me.”

Yu/stan/kema

Learning Life Skills. Part Two

17 Saturday Oct 2015

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Article written by Yu/stan/kema, Camp Trail Blazer., Decentralized camping., Google+ photos, Learning life skills., Nature lore., Photos from scrap book., survival skills

14-1-cardinals.Nov.23,14. Found on Google+

14-1-cardinals.Nov.23,14. Found on Google+

The next day, I woke up to the sounds of the forest.  I heard Cardinals calling out “cheer” to each other, and a  Rufous-sided Towhee bird say, “drink your tea.”  I heard a Wren shaking a box of bird notes in its throat.  A Hermit Thrush made  flute-like sounds. Chipmunks were rustling underneath the dead leaves that lay on the forest floor. Squirrel’s raced down trees to hide near by. I threw back my blankets and got tangled up in my mosquito net. I got free and slipped my feet into my shoes and ran to the latrine. Cold air hit my backside, and I shivered in the early dawn. So many interesting objects surrounded me. I laughed because I was standing where I had always wanted to be, in a forest.

Photo taken by Yu/stan/kema in 1969 at Trail Blazer Camp. Mosquito net on a cot.

Photo taken by Yu/stan/kema in 1969 at Trail Blazer Camp. Mosquito net on a cot.

Photo taken by Yu/stan/kema at Camp Trail Blazer, 1969. Forest.

Photo taken by Yu/stan/kema at Camp Trail Blazer, 1969. Forest.

I breathed in the forest smells, and loved the coolness of the wind against my cheeks. I dressed myself in sturdy leather shoes, jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and a sweater. Later, when the day warmed up, I would be removing a layer of clothes, to pull on some shorts. I made my bed to keep the insects and small animals from nesting in the sheets. The mosquito net also protected the cot I had slept on.

I and the rest of the counselors walked up the long winding trail to the dinning hall for breakfast. We ate a lot of food and started orientation on small camp living: cleaning chores; things to build before the campers arrived; how to swing an ax, saw wood with a Swedish and Bow saw; how to stack and store wood for cooking, campfires, and drying out wet clothes; how to plan menus, make out a grocery list, find and buy the food at the camp store; how to pack the food and get it out to small camp; and how to set up a place to store food until cooking it. We learned how to make structures out of tree branches, saplings, and binder’s twine. We made a dribbling can out of a big tin can with a hole in it and a whittled piece of wood. It was an important piece of equipment for a small camp. We had soap to wash our hands and the dribbling can to rinse them and other surfaces that needed cleaning. We were given chemicals to clean the latrines, and brooms to sweep the floors. Every thing was to be kept clean.

We learned the skills necessary for survival and the campers would learn the skills from us. The Big Dipper and the Little Dipper were for showers. The lake was for swimming and fishing. I was not good at fishing, or unhooking slimy fish. I certainly did not want to kill  them. I let other people do that. We learned quickly that raccoons could unscrew lids on jars. They loved jars of peanut butter, and honey, We hoisted them up in the air or built structures to keep the raccoons out. ( Continued in Part Three.)

Yu/stan/kema

Found on Google on 8-12-15.

Found on Google on 8-12-15.

Learning Life Skills, Part One.

11 Sunday Oct 2015

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Found in my scrapbook. Taken by Yu/stan/kema in summer of 1969.

Found in my scrapbook. Taken by Yu/stan/kema in summer of 1969.

My experiences as a camp counselor in New Jersey were very valuable to me. It was there that I learned all kinds of life skills. I had lived a very sheltered life from ten to eighteen years of age. The only place I had traveled to was a college in Oklahoma. It was a Christian college. I had no car and rarely left the campus.

When I traveled on a bus to Port Authority in New York City, I was truly on my own and totally free. It was strange to taste freedom after all those years. From New York City, I traveled by car to a Camp in the Kittatinny Mountains of New Jersey. It was nestled in a forest by a lake. My luggage was lost on the way. I was dressed in a dress and shoes not suitable for hiking in the woods. The camp staff took me to a storage room and outfitted me in slacks, shirts, poncho, and sturdy hiking shoes. I was given a “ditty bag” made of canvas to carry only the essentials: a big pocket knife, a compass, a tin cup, and a pen. I left my own belongings in a storage box. From there, I was taken to the lodge to meet the Director and the other counselors for orientation. We were assigned to small camps and for two weeks, we lived as the campers would live, close to nature with the bare essentials. We slept in tepees, round-tos, covered wagons, and lean-tos.

I was assigned to the small camp of Awanasa and lived in a tepee for three months. I slept in a single bed covered with several army blankets, a pillow, sheets, and a mosquito net that hung down over my bed. I would discover the nights were cold and the mosquitos plentiful when dusk fell. I shared the tepee with other counselors. I drank from a tin cup I carried in my “ditty bag.” Drinking water was stored in a large tin can that had a hole drilled in the side of it, close to the bottom. A whittled stick was pushed in the hole. When I wanted a drink, I went and pulled the stick in and a stream of water dribbled out. It was called a “dribble can.” If I needed to go to the bathroom, I used a latrine. It was a small wooden structure with a door. Inside was a wooden seat with a hole in it. The first night was spent around a campfire. I was taught how to identify the sounds of animals in the forest, what the names of the stars were, and how to orient oneself if lost in the woods. I learned campfire songs I would later teach to the campers when they arrived. They were positive, inspirational songs. I went to sleep hearing the birds settle down for the night. The sounds of the locusts and frogs filled the air. (To be continued in Part Two.)

Yu/stan/kema

Special Tribute To A Special Lady I Once Knew.

11 Sunday Oct 2015

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Article., Photos, spirituality, Stories

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Found in my scrapbook. Taken by Yu/stan/kema in summer of 1969.

Found in my scrapbook. Taken by Yu/stan/kema in summer of 1969.

A long time ago in the Kittatinny Mountains of New Jersey, an Executive Director of A Camp for Disadvantaged kids sent out a call for people to apply for a camp counselor job. A young, unexperienced kid from Kansas sent her application in. She had never left Kansas except for traveling to Oklahoma to go to college. She knew a lot about nature, and the psychology of children. She hopped on a bus to New York City that summer in route to Camp Trail Blazer in New Jersey.

She arrived at the camp in the pouring rain and walked across uneven rocky ground to the lodge where other counselors were waiting to start orientation. She met the Director who was tall and looked part Indian. Her face was weathered, and freckles were sprinkled across her cheeks and nose. Her eyes were dark as midnight and they snapped with mischief and good humor. She smiled a very gentle smile. She carried an air of authority that was mixed with a liberal dose of compassion. Her love for the camp and her respect for us was very clear. One got a sense that she was very wise about nature and human nature. She told us all about the camp and its mission: to help children learn survival skills, learn team work, develop healthy relationships with others, and develop character.  The children would be exposed to Nature and learn all kinds of things about hiking, taking care of burros, cutting down and chopping wood with an ax and saw, making campfires, building things out of saplings and binder’s twine, and how to survive in the forest if you were lost. They were also encouraged to develop their own idea of spirituality. Eight campers were distributed to each small camp- one being a camp with tepees. They warmed themselves with campfires they built and learned to shop for food, prepare, and cook it, and serve it. Other campers washed dishes and cleaned up.

Found on Pinterest on !0-10-15. Campfire.

Found on Pinterest on !0-10-15. Campfire.

The children and counselors would sit around the campfire and discuss chores, give affirmations to one another and share any problems they might have. Spiritual songs were sung, star constellations pointed out, and the sounds of animals in the darkness were explained and fears eased.

Every person pitched in no matter what the task. Campers and counselors were family. They had responsibilities in the small camp. They learned to accept each others flaws, how to forgive, and how to trust and love. Every one grew emotionally and spiritually. The Camp Director, Lois, built campfires, chopped wood, and did other chores too. The children adored her. She would read poetry to them around the fire at night and every one would be mesmerized by the experience. The camp counselors loved the wild flower hikes with her, and she would tell us all about the history of the mountains, the trees, birds, and other aspects of nature.

Picture taken by Yu/stan/kema in 1969. Kittatinny Mountains in New Jersey. Lessons on wildflowers, taught by Lois.

Picture taken by Yu/stan/kema in 1969.
Kittatinny Mountains in New Jersey. Lessons on wildflowers, taught by Lois.

This lady reinforced my love for the outdoors, encouraged my love for poetry and writing, and she increased my beliefs about goodness, fairness, respect for others, and hope for the future. She was a Christian, and she lived her religion in all that she did. The love of God flowed from her into others. She died a long time ago, but she had an incredible influence on my life. I was fortunate to have her life cross mine.

Yu/stan/kema

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