This week we launched our pilot literacy program, The Reading Makes a DifferenceTM Empowerment Project, in which elementary students will be participating in a three-week read-a-thon to earn Jester books and Jester dolls to be sent from our program partner, The Jester & Pharley Phund, to pediatric cancer patients at Hasbro Children’s Hospital.
Today Gail and I read The Color Monster with the kids and talked about the colors of our emotions. We also studied the colors of the borders in The Jester Has Lost His Jingle.and how the colors relate to the mood of the story characters. Then we asked the kids to create emoji pages to express their feelings. A trio of boys drew these pictures…
One of the girls framed her Joyfull emoji with a rainbow-colored border…
Would you like to see some more?
Thank you to the Pawtucket Credit Union for granting us the funding to make this pilot program possible. Stayed tuned for more fun!
Also this month, I’m debuting a new show on internet radio, as the host of the Story Walking Radio Hour. Mark your calendar tune in next Monday at 9am or 9pm on dreamvisions7radio.com. I’ll be interviewing Gail and talking about the Jester, the Reading Makes A DifferenceTM Empowerment Project and other exciting projects.
Trash and litter will tell us a lot, if we take time to consider their presence. Yesterday, on returning from a walk around the block, I found four pieces of trash at the edge of our lawn. Curiously, all four pieces were white – a piece of paper towel, a thin sheet of plastic packaging foam, a plastic snack pack with a picture of a goofy snowman and a dryer sheet. White trash!
The term “white trash” is a derogatory term that refers to the wretched and landless poor white people who have existed from the time of the earliest British colonial settlement to today’s hillbillies. This white trash in our yard, however, was something different.
I have been teaching third grade students about single-use plastic, which is plastic unfit for the recycle bin that ends up in a landfill. Single-use plastics include styrofoam packaging materials, potato chip bags, plastic netting (used to bag ham, fruits and vegetables), snack packaging, candy wrappers and the list goes on. When people start to notice all the single-use plastic being tossed into the waste basket, it can be surprising just how much there is.
I got to wondering about the dryer sheet? How bad could a dryer sheet be to the environment. I looked for an ingredients list on the Bounce box sitting above our clothes dryer. No ingredients were listed, so I did some online research. The ingredients were missing from the manufacturer’s website. Then I found myself on Dr. Axe’s website where I read, “the current United States Consumer Product Safety Commission does not require dryer sheet manufacturers to list actual ingredients, including the chemicals used in fragrance blends.”
Further down the web page I read, ” In one of the most interesting studies to date, pioneering fragrance researchers Anne Steinemann, PhD, a professor of civil and environmental engineering, looked at the chemicals spewing out of dryer vents… Seven hazardous air pollutants and 25 volatile organic compounds (VOCs). Some of these, including acetaldehyde and benzene, are not safe at any level. (These are also pollutants that commonly spew out of vehicle tailpipes.)”
Steinemann comments, “These products can affect not only personal health, but also public and environmental health. The chemicals can go into the air, down the drain and into water bodies.” Time to stop wasting good money buying dryer sheets. They’re trash.
Yes, trash and litter will tell us a lot, if we take time to consider their presence.
Read my recent article about Clean Ocean Access and how the organization is working on getting plastic waste off our beaches and out of our waterways.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011 – Revelations 3:23? I bought a copy of the Steve Jobs biography and turned to page 323. There was nothing of interest there. Then I turned to Chapter 3 and counted 23 paragraphs in, where I found an intriguing story. It told of Job’s strange relationship with the manipulative spiritual leader Robert Friedland. Apparently, Friedland ran a commune called All One Farm. It was an experiment in socialism. Socialism is a system of ownership where all the members of the community share in the work and the final product.
Jobs would spend weekends at the farm,
seeking enlightenment and pruning the Gravenstein apple trees.
According to the book, “’Steve ran the apple orchard,’ said
Friedland. ‘We were in the organic cider business. Steve’s job
was to lead a crew of freaks to prune the orchard and whip it back
The commune was supposed to be a refuge
from materialism. Materialism is the belief that comfort, pleasure,
and wealth were of highest importance. Friedland’s cult followers
were told to chop and sell firewood, and to make apple presses and
wood stoves, for which they were not paid. Jobs and the other workers
soon became disenchanted; they missed their comforts and having
independence and control over their own lives. One by one they left
the apple farm.
Experiments in socialism throughout history have always failed, largely due to the leadership of self-serving men who did not respond to individual needs and did not reward the individuals adequately to succeed as a whole. Having learned valuable lessons about managing and motivating people, he was inspired to create a new model of social enterprise. His management philosophy led to the innovative culture and broad market reach that came to define Apple Computer.
The Wall Street Journal article ended with this conclusion about Jobs: “We will not soon see his like again. Let us hope that when we do, it is soon enough to help us deal with the troubles that this century, and every century, will bring.”
Apple’s advances in technology now connect individuals around the world more readily with one another. Apple ipads and iphones give their owners access the internet and its vast amounts of information, multiple messenging options, numerous social media sites and millions of products. The internet is a veritable “Tree of Knowledge,” and the beguiling serpent of temptation is the biology of addiction, arising from the overuse of such portable devices. As with alcohol, drug and gambling, such addiction this brings a lack of discernment, senseless spending and a disconnect with reality. Children and teens are especially susceptible, and research is showing that these devices interfere with healthy brain, social, emotional, spiritual and physical development.
Living in an overly busy, noisy world of information-overload, how can people possibly listen to their own intuition, recognize the wisdom of others and think for themselves? This will require individuals to make a conscious effort to step back from technology and seek moments of inactivity and silence, in order to be able to reflect on who they really are, reclaim their independence and regain control over their lives. There is a healthier balance to be found between people’s technological, material and spiritual lives. Furthermore, everyone holds the potential to connect with the spiritual forces waiting to provide the guidance that can empower humanity collectively. Indeed, humanity has the potential to reshape the world into one that benefits all beings.Moving through the Information Age, perhaps the next step in human evolution is awakening to such a reality.
One common theme among my Storywalker stories for children and parents is the idea of slowing down and finding time to rest in silence, so as to be able to hear both the inner and outer voices of Spirit and to reflect on what is heard.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011 –
Today our family received a rather strange anonymous note card in our
mail box. The envelope was postmarked Providence RI. The sender had
tucked a small slip of paper inside, which read: “I feel GOD has
called me to make a card each day and send it to someone. I pray for
names, then look them up on the computer. I hope you will read the
scriptures and hear what GOD is saying to you. I hope to meet you
someday in HEAVEN.”
An original ink drawing of pumpkins had
been affixed to the face of the note card. The card also referred to
three bible references, by book and number. I looked one of them,
Revelations 3:23, and was surprised to find that it did not exist.
The third chapter of the book of Revelation in my bible has 22
verses, and the title of the book is not spelled with an ‘s’ at
Following my intuition, I did an online search for ‘Revelations’ and found the top listing led to an article titled The new Steve Jobs biography: 7 revelations. Posted just five days ago, on October 21, by The Week, the article shared seven revelations leaked by the press prior to the biography’s public release through booksellers, scheduled for October 24. The biography is about a college drop-out who became the famous genius creator of Apple Computer.
This was one among the recent string of articles written about Steve Jobs in the wake of his passing, at age 56 on October 5. Two weeks earlier, the headline SECULAR PROPHET had jumped out at me from a cover page of the Wall Street Journal. The headline struck me as oxymoronic. Secular means non-religious, and prophet refers to someone who proclaims the will of God… or so I thought. Below the headline, I read the words “Steve Jobs turned Eve’s apple, the symbol of fallen humankind, into a religious icon for true believers in technology. But can salvation be downloaded?”
Passing through the lobby at Migis Lodge at the time I saw the Journal article, I went to search the Migis library for a dictionary. I found a two-volume set published by Appleton Century, looked up the word “secular,” and read the first definition, which was derived from the word’s Latin root – occurring or celebrated once in an age, century or long period. Century? Appleton Century?
multiple literal coincidences such as this occur,
I wonder if some librarian angel was whispering into the subconscious
mind of a journalist, perhaps some word that would catch my
attention, prompt my curiosity and just happen to coincide with the
most immediately available reference book. Like the word “dim”
and Webster’s dictionary, this was part of the same spiritual secret
code deciphering game.
Next I read the definition of
system which rejects all forms of religious faith and worship, and
accepts only the facts and influences derived from the present life;
also the view that public education and other matters of civil policy
should be conducted without the introduction of a religious element.
After that, I read the definition of
secularize – make unspiritual.
mysterious game of word play, as I accept the observational facts and
influences at any present moment, I am able to creatively connect
those to the existence of spirit, by pointing out unusual
coincidences and hinting at a certain degree of preplanned destiny.
Jobs most certainly belonged to and defined an age – known
as the Information Age, the Digital Age or the New Media Age –
characterized by the rapid shift from an industrial economy to an
economy based on information technology. Can someone be
both secular and spiritual? Apparently, Jobs converted to Zen
Buddhism, which focuses on insight gained through meditation and
pondering over stories, riddles and worldly issues. He dabbled in
things both non-spiritual – like computers – and spiritual – like
ideas. His life embodied both the physical and the metaphysical.
The Wall Street Journal article explains Jobs’s secularity in the following manner:
“This is the gospel of a secular age. It has the great virtue of being based only on what we can all perceive—it requires neither revelation nor dogma. And it promises nothing it cannot deliver—since all that is promised is the opportunity to live your own unique life, a hope that is manifestly realizable since it is offered by one who has so spectacularly succeeded by following his own “inner voice, heart and intuition.”
Was there more to the connection between the two articles, the anonymous note, Revelations 3:23 and Job’s biography? Was there a secret and perhaps more significant revelation yet to be discovered? Read more
October 30, 2011 – I presented my first audio project,
Fiddlesticks: Nature and Nonsense,
to my Business Master Mind group for peer feedback. Scripted in the
format of a children’s radio hour, the CD presents three short
meditative stories I had written about walking and nature. I recorded
my telling of the stories in collaboration with voice coach and audio
producer, Donna Mac, and local musician and performing artist, Cathy
can play the CD for their children on a car system or on a computer.
They can play a story before nap time or bed time to help children
wind down. They can play a story while driving somewhere special to
go for a walk or before meal time to spark some table discussion.
peer feedback from my group turned out to be unsettling. One mom said
she would not purchase it, because the stories alluded to God, which
was counter to her beliefs. This gave me pause.
context in which I mention God is more spiritual than religious. Most
people I know embrace a faith tradition of one kind or another as a
connection to Spirit. I myself am open to different expressions of
Spirit, even as I continue to examine the faith in which I was raised
– Christianity. I have been most strongly influenced by a spiritual
movement called Unity. As I explore divine direction in my life, I
embrace the full variety of forms in which guidance may come,
including chance encounters with new people and ideas or even a
message that might arrive through some creative aspect or example of
Nature. This guidance has led me to work with children, and the
stories I record are intended to prompt thinking about Nature, as
well as about individual and collective spirituality.
The other mom in the group
expressed her doubts about a particular graphic inside the jacket
cover that disturbed her – a photo of a cigarette package. The
brand name on the sky blue package was NATURAL AMERICAN SPIRIT.
Beneath the name was the graphic of a Native American smoking a peace
pipe with a feather dangling off the end of the pipe. Soaring up
above the name was a stylized Thunderbird eagle, symbolizing Spirit.
The side panel, with the Surgeon General’s Warning, was clearly
shown. I had included the packaging graphic intentionally, because it
was an important element in the third and final story, Look
Up, which is about Spirit. The soft tones of
Cathy’s wind instrument float around my words, imitating the wistful
music of a Native American flute.
leaving the Master Mind meeting, disturbed by the critique, I settled
into my car, turned on the radio and listened as a random song began
to play on FM 101.5. It was “Spirit in the Sky” by Norman
Greenbaum. Holy smoke! I laughed and my tension dissipated.
arriving home, I got online to look up “peace pipe,” and clicked
on the Wikipedia definition. The word calumet appeared on my
screen. I read “Calumet is a Norman word.” Like Norman Greenbaum?
I read that calumet is related to the French word chalumeau,
which means reed. Calumet originally meant “sort
of reeds used to make pipes.” The word calumet was used
by Norman-French settlers in Canada to describe the ceremonial pipes
used among The First Nations people of the region.
the land, each region’s people select local plants with special
qualities, symbolic meaning and aroma, for use in sacred ceremonies.
Using herbal tobacco or a mixture of herbs, natives smoked dried
plant matter in pipes to seal an agreement or treaty or to send a
prayer skyward to the attention of the Creator and other spirits. I
pondered the words green balm as a homonym for Greenbaum.
is a pleasing smell with a soothing, healing, comforting
ceremonial calumet is still used today. The bowls of the pipe were
formed from river clay and hardened in a hot fire, before adding
stems made from the hollow canes formed by reeds. In my story. Look
Up, I actually speak of reeds:
Sunday, October 16, 2011 – Grandpa invited me to attend vespers over at the main building of their retirement community. Vespers is a late afternoon service put on by a chaplain. A chaplain can be a minister, priest, rabbi or even a Buddhist teacher. Vesper, by no small coincidence, is the name of James Bond’s secret co-agent in the book Casino Royale.
Neil stayed back at the house with grandma, while I walked over to the main building to attend vespers with grandpa. I walked alongside him, as he drove his wheel chair. Having played football in his college years at Yale, Grandpa had been afflicted with neuropathy, a gradual deterioration of the nervous system that began with numbness in one foot. As the disease progressed, Grandpa reluctantly accepted the support of a cane, then a walker, and finally a wheel chair.
We entered the Vail Room and were handed a copy of the vespers service program. The sermon, being delivered by Reverend Andrew Rosencrans, was titled “The Art of Recognizing Angels.” On the cover was an illustration of “Peter and the Angel.” The first bible reading cited Judges 6, the story about Gideon and an angel that came to tell him he had been commissioned by God to lead the resistance. The second bible reading cited Acts 12, the story about Peter and an angel releasing him from his chains and sneaking him out of the prison.
stories of Peter and Gideon took place during dark times. Both men
were acting against oppressive regimes, and in both instances angels
stepped in to help. In both stories, these angels had not been
recognized as angels until they vanished from sight..
reverend stated: “Sometimes we come to moments of crisis when an
angelic intervention is urgently needed – sometimes God is with us
in ways we only recognize after the fact – and perhaps one of the
ways God sometimes chooses to be with us is through the agency of
something we call – for lack of a better term – a guardian
ears perked up at the mention of the word “agency.” I pictured a
secret agency comprised of angels, and I imagined God sending an
angel down to help Peter escape.
reverend went on to define angels as messengers and to identify Peter
himself as an angel
Then he stated “sometimes we are called to be the angels that bear
God’s message of good news to people in their own times of darkness
and in their own moments of crisis.” He concluded his sermon by
exclaiming, “Be an angel; let your message of good news be the
light that helps dispel someone’s darkness; because the way God
chooses to be present in someone’s moment of crisis, is through
angelic messengers like us. AMEN”
The vespers service had been held in the Vail Room. Playing the homonym game, I thought about the word “veil,” which means to conceal, hide or disguise. We often talk about angels, hidden beyond a veil, yet keeping watch over us.
I thought about all this as Neil and I took Yury’s limousine service back to the airport to fly home. The driver’s name was Theo. He was a Romanian, and no relation to Leo. Theo and Leo. Golly gee. Theology? Read more
October 15, 2011
– As my son Neil, 15, and I walked through the airport toward the
Baggage area, I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the limousine
service my mother had given me – 847-852-0007 – and asked for
Yury. The voice on the other end of the line asked me to look for
limousine number “double-0 seven” outside of the terminal
Sure enough, we found a car with the number 007 attached to the windshield,. It pulled up just as we exited out onto the curb. The driver stepped out and introduced himself, with a heavy Russian accent, as Leo. It felt as if we had stepped onto the pages of a James Bond spy novel, written during the Cold War years.
Neil and I had flown to Chicago for the weekend to visit grandma and grandpa (my mom and dad). My parents liked using Yury’s limousine service to transport visitors back and forth to the airport. The last time they had ordered the service for someone, however, there was some confusion. My mother had given a woman, who had been helping her take care of grandpa, $50 to pay Leo. When the limo arrived at the airport, however, the woman got out of the limo and slipped away without paying, never to be seen again. To stay in the good graces of Yury’s limo service, my mother planned to pay Leo the $50 that was owed him when he dropped us off.
Neil and I settled into the back seat of the car, and the driver drove us out and away from the airport. As we sped off onto the interstate highway, I considered the facts of our situation and started to play with them… Double-0-seven. Secret Intelligence Service. Yury. Leo. My mom owing money. My mother’s name is Ellie… And then the seemingly random bits of information, jostling around in my head, came together and connected in my mind.
“Neil,” I said, “Ellie owes 50.”
owes Leo fifty dollars. Ellie owes fifty,” I said. Then I proceeded
to lay out my wacky analysis, “Ellie is spelled LE in letter code.”
I pulled out a scrap of paper and wrote some letters and numbers:
L E Os 50.
continued explaining, “Our limo driver is named Leo. L E O spells
Leo’s name, so Ellie owes $50 translates into ‘Leo’s $50.’”
Neil gave me a you-are-completely-nuts look, as I wrote the letters:
Y U R Y
I said, “Look. Yury is the name of the man who owns the limousine service. See the letters U and R between the two Ys? UR among the Ys, and then I wrote: You are among the wise.”
Neil looked at the paper and asked, “You’re nuts, Mom! How do you come up with these things?”
don’t know how,” I replied, “They just pop into my mind.” I
thought back to elementary school. My third grade teacher introduced
our class to homonyms – words or word combinations that sound
alike, yet have different spellings – their, there, they’re. She
made the learning fun by teaching us a homonym game. My fifth grade
teacher stretched our young minds with Mensa puzzles, which were
tough. While I rarely got the right answer, I was fascinated with the
solutions when she shared them with the class.
According to Popular Science, it is an exclusive society for
individuals who score in the 98th percentile or higher on a
preapproved intelligence test. According to Webster’s dictionary, the
comes from Roman Catholicismand
of the altar, where
the eucharist elements are placed. And, according to Urban
comes from the Spanish use of the word mensa
(female) or menso (male) and denotes someone who is crazy.
When we arrived at grandma and grandpa’s, Neil and I dropped our bags to hug grandma in greeting at the front door, and then she stepped out onto the driveway to pay Leo. Neil and I walked into the living room to greet grandpa, and then sat down on the couch across from where he was sitting. I looked down at the magazines stacked on the coffee table in front of me and gasped, not believing my eyes. The word “Spymasters” jumped off the center of the cover of the latest issue of grandpa’s Yale Alumni Magazine. Underneath, in slightly smaller letters I read, “Three espionage novelists on what it takes to write a thriller.” I held up the magazine for Neil to see, and he raised an arch eyebrow. Read more