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A Night at Improv

When was the last time you played?
Really let go of your inhibitions
no inner censor
let loose and had fun?

Silliness? Perfectly okay
trusting those around you –
a required element

To see barriers tumble
to watch body movements
quick on the spot thinking
Worth it!

So many smiles
and laughter

Belly laughs
Tear induced laughs

Everyday burdens lightened
no thoughts of outside worries
no thoughts of what needs to be done or places to go

Just interacting with strangers
people who have come together for the same purpose
to take a chance
to be playful
to release their inner child

It worked!
And was so much fun!

Laughter is good for the soul 🙂

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Earth Day

Rainbow Delight(The water rushes out of the shower head and cascades over my sleepy body. I indulge in a few more minutes of closing my eyes before I have to snap to attention and fully wake up. The coffee pot gurgles with the push of a button as water mixes with the ground beans to produce the daily stimulant. I look out the window at the river flowing swiftly through the city, reminded of how fortunate we are to have such an abundance of a resource; so easily taken for granted. My car splashes through puddles laying on the roadway and I make a mental note that I have to wash it again – more water.
Today seems appropriate that water is on my mind. Earth day. A day to celebrate the bounty of our world, to be grateful for where we live and to reflect on those who suffer drought and shortage of food. Water is available to us at the flip of a lever or tap. Others have to walk miles to wait in line for a chance to fill containers to lug back home. And the water they receive may not be clean…)

Earth day
birthday
happy celebrate your worth day

Earth, fire, water and air
we are grateful for the resources
that always seem to be there

The earth at its finest
when rich dark loam
provides a place to grow food
both far away and at home

The air we breathe
allows our bodies to function
it is so taken for granted
people feel no compunction (polluting it)

Fire is the center
the molten core
it holds earth’s secrets
which scientists and oilmen search for

And then there is water
sweet and cool
quenching, satisfying
aqua blue

Water for bathing
cooking too
it’s at our fingertips
easily available to me and you

It’s trapped in glaciers
and snow covered mountain tops
tumbling down waterfalls
skipping over rocks

Our world is beautiful
and so we must be aware
that the bounty we have
may not always be there

We have to be good stewards
we have to share
we have to handle our precious planet
with greater love and care

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Easter Eggs

(This story was inspired by my friend, Linda, who shared a mythological story of her own recently. Thank you Linda. You are a great storyteller!)

Once upon a time, long ago, before airplanes and cars, before cell phones and i-pads, in a land far away and beyond, there lived a family of females in a beautiful valley. There was Snowy Owl, the grandmother, Painting Hands, the mother, and three daughters – Shooting Star, Moonbeam and Little Feather.

One day Snowy Owl became very sick and no longer smiled much. Painting Hands called the girls together and made a request. “Dear daughters, your grandmother is unwell and I wish there was a way we could make her smile again. I am sending you out to find items that will make Snowy Owl feel happy once more.”

The girls left the beautiful valley to find items to accomplish this task. Shooting Star found a pretty blue robin’s egg, delicate and fragile. Moonbeam found seeds of the cacao plant. She knew how much her grandmother loved chocolate and this would surely make her smile. Little Feather saw a field of brightly colored wild flowers. She chose the most brilliant as her gift.

Once the girls had their items they looked for some way to protect them as they carried them back to the valley. They hollowed out a tree branch they found laying on the ground and carefully placed the egg, the seeds and flowers inside. When they returned home each girl wanted to be the first to show Snowy Owl and Painting Hands what they had chosen. As they scrambled to be first the branch went flying into the air, spinning end over end until finally landing – splat! – in front of Snowy Owl. Shooting Star, Moonbeam and Little Feather felt awful. Snowy Owl began to laugh.
She sat up and waved her hand over the fallen branch. She told the girls not to worry. She felt their kind thoughts and generous action is what really mattered.

Snowy Owl picked up the branch. Gently moved it side to side, then opened it up and out spilled brightly colored chocolate eggs where once were the robin’s egg, cacao and wild flowers! And that is how Easter eggs came to be.