Pattimari's plans for the new year~
It seems to be that time again - changing our year from 2016 to 2017.
Peter and I plan on staying home on New Year's Eve - Dressed in warm PJ's, fluffy slippers, a roaring fire in the fireplace, the house smelling of homemade cookies, and other yummies to sit in front of the fire treating our taste buds. We always pick out a fun light movie to watch while curled up on our warm couch. Huddled together, laughing and munching, and watching. Let's hear about your plans for the new Year. It will be in our Feb. issue
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Dr. Willie What's thoughts on Religion
Guided By A Star
...Where is He that is born King of the Jews? For we have seen His star in the east and are come to worship Him.
If we were to ask this question, who are these men who followed a star to find the newborn King? These were the wise men that were religious men and had heard of the prophecy. They like so many others had waited for the fulfillment of God's promise that He would send a Savior who would make a one-time sin atonement of the world. The much anticipated day had come and Christ the King was born.
As stated in a previous writing that God unique methods to announce the birth of His Son Jesus Christ. He used angels to tell the shepherd abiding in the fields that His Son was born and the heavenly host joined in the celebration of Christ's birth. In this setting God is using a star to lead some religious men to where Christ was.
Christ's star is still shinning bright for the entire world to see; therefore, the question now becomes, Are you following His star? He is the bright and morning star that the world cannot dim with its sinful conditions. All believers represent the star of Jesus as we are the lit candles and the church is the city set high upon a hill shinning brightly in this sin-darkened world.Therefore, believers, let your Christ star shine for the world to see
Shout For Joy
by Dr. Wilie
My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips.
The Psalmist is expressing the joyfulness felt and expressed by all believers and rightly so being that Christ is the Savior of the world who bled suffered and died redeeming man from sin. It is worth noting that the Psalmist's expression give rise believers have in Christ as He is the complete joy of our salvation and the blessings it brings. When complete joy and gladness is felt from the soul tells me that Christ is the head and center of the believer's life, then the believer shouts for joy in total praise continuously.
How do you praise the Lord? Is it with a joyful noise praising Him for His goodness, grace, love and mercy? Do we say thank You God for sending Your Son Jesus to die for my sins so that I may spend eternity with You? Don't forget to say thank You Jesus for You willingly left Your heavenly home to put on humanity to pay man's sin-debt.
As we celebrate Christ's birth which is set aside as Christmas, this is a joyful time of the year as all nations celebrate the birth of Christ and the joy and gladness from His birth. Christ is Christmas; without His birth there would be no Christmas to celebrate; therefore, do not X Christ out of Christmas.
Shout for joy Christ our Savior is born.
A Tribute to Rosa Parks (from last year)
There are those sad little memories that remind me how lucky I am that suffragettes and feminists paved the way for women’s rights. With this being the 60th Anniversary of Rosa Park’s bus boycott, I wanted to remember her not only as a great activist but also as a person who reminds all of us to be human. I remember thinking I could relate in my small way, out here in the California suburbs. While attending elementary school I hopped on the crowded school bus and no one wanted to move over. The only thing wrong with my appearance might have been my glasses or my simple clothing, perhaps my flute case. Children can be so mean to each other and I’m not really sure why. All I wanted to do was get a ride home so I could practice playing my musical instrument. The bus driver finally got involved, scolding someone and telling one of the kids to move over. I teetered on the edge of the seat, listening to snide comments and finally made it home. It could have happened to anyone but for some reason this really made me wonder about people who played fair. Those bullies on the bus couldn’t hurt me because I felt they would never reach the real me deep inside. Though I was slightly humiliated, it was just another day in the life of a fairly spoiled high school girl.
Years later, I learned about the soft-spoken woman called Rosa Parks. While her courage puts my own hubris to shame, I always thought of her as someone who paved the way for equality and in my estimation Women’s Rights, more importantly Human Rights. Without the strong words of a feminist leader, she simply sat where she wanted to sit, was arrested and changed a nation. Still, there’s a long road ahead and it seems for every step forward, there are four or five that go backwards.
Just last month Gambia finally ended female genital mutilation and in Saudi Arabia women still can’t hop in their cars and drive through McDonald’s. There are places where marital rape is acceptable and a woman’s testimony in court isn’t as strong as that of a man. There are countries where you have to have at least twelve goats to buy a pretty wife and if her hips are solid, the father might throw in a good cow too. Even here in the U.S. the ugly head of inequality between the sexes swirls around in courtrooms, as harassment becomes an embarrassing telenovela when complaining movie stars appeal to the public because their earnings are not the same as their male counterparts. Thus, it goes to remind us, that society generally values boy babies over girls. And don’t get me started on human trafficking.
Last month one of the most disconcerting news reports talked about a famous athlete at a legal brothel. The following week, journalists interviewed the owner who spoke quite melodically about the wonderful pay and benefits involved in working at his ‘ranch’. Every word made me cringe and all I could think of is that we are regressing. Every syllable he uttered about ‘big money’ and high salaries made me think that all the hard work for women’s rights was unraveling in front of my eyes. Thousands of girls applied to his business on a weekly basis and thousands would apply no matter what. Rhetorical questions swirl around in my mind. Can anything be done?
Of course there’s always hope. Even Rosa Parks, the Mother of the Civil Rights Movement, was once told, ‘Women don't need to be nowhere but in the kitchen,” and that happened while she worked for the leader of the NAACP. She didn’t ‘give-in’ not because she was tired from working all day but more importantly because it was the right thing to do and she knew in her heart that no one could hurt the real Rosa deep inside.
Sing in the new year with smiles, chuckles, and laughter~
Humble Heroes Just Do Their Job
John Glenn died recently. I think most of us would agree that he was a national hero. To mention just a few of his accomplishments and contributions: he was a multi-decorated fighter pilot of 150 combat missions; the first American to orbit Earth; a national political figure for 24 years in the Senate; and at 77 years of age, the oldest, by far, to return to space via the space shuttle Discovery.
But I want to focus on something else. John Glenn was not only reluctant to talk about himself as a hero, he apparently didn’t think of himself as one. He said, “I figure I’m the same person who grew up in New Concord, Ohio, and went off through the years to participate in a lot of events of importance.” When referring to his Earth-orbiting mission, he was flatly dismissive. “What got a lot of attention, I think, was the tenuous times we thought we were living in back in the Cold War. I don’t think it was about me. All this would have happened to anyone who happened to be selected for that flight.”
I don’t think it was about me. I’ve noticed that many of the greatest heroes have this self-effacing quality. We see them often. A cop or fireman risks their life to save the lives of others, and what do they say? “I was just doing my job.” When asked, they say they don’t think of themselves as heroes. They habitually defer to others and avoid the spotlight. They don’t think of themselves as superior to anyone, and praise and attention often embarrass them. If I may be permitted a personal reference, this is a major quality of Turtan, my fictional hero. For God’s sake, don’t praise him or make speeches in his honor. He was just doing his job.
This description describes to a T the values of Irena Sendler, a Polish woman. She risked her life to save the lives of 2500 Jewish children during World War II. She was caught, tortured, and severely beaten by the Gestapo who tried to make her reveal the names of the children and of her comrades. Despite her agony, Irena Sandler refused to do so. She was then sentenced to death and narrowly escaped. You would think after demonstrating such courage and conviction, that this woman would pat herself on the back a little and accept a compliment or two. Not at all! When interviewed, Irena Sandler said, “Every child saved with my help is the justification of my existence on this earth and not a title to my glory.”
In other words, I was just doing my job.
I’m not saying that people who display bravery and courage are not heroes if they thump their chest and brag a little. It’s okay to strut a bit and bask in well-earned praise. And I’d be lying to you if I said I didn’t like movie superheroes and men and women of action who risk their hides and do glorious and splashy deeds. It’s just that during my life, I’ve noticed that it’s often the unsung and unnoticed heroes who are the most noble and praiseworthy. They may not be as glamorous or romantic, but they shine with a truer light, the kind you may have to watch closely to see.
I’ll give you one more example. I taught for nearly forty years at HBCU’s (Historically Black Colleges and Universities). Often the families were poor and struggled to send their children to college. As an English professor, I came in contact with single mothers who labored at two or more jobs to afford a higher education for their children. To me, they were heroes. There was no stirring, uplifting music when they got down on their knees to wash a floor, and they weren’t featured on TV shows or the covers of any fashionable magazines. Nevertheless, in my book they were heroes, and I sometimes reflected on the strength and courage they must have possessed, especially when they themselves pursued a higher education thirty years or more after they had dropped out of high school.
In a way, these women were just doing their job too and didn’t think of themselves as heroes. Yet they were, and I believe such individuals deserve our recognition and appreciation far more than the glamorous stars we so often worship.
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Vee Bee's Say~
What did you do last year that was a benefit to ALL? I adopted a kitten that was abused.
Welcome to Change
Hello and welcome to 2017. It’s a brand new year with hopes and aspirations renewed. Have you ever wondered what it would be like if all your dreams and wishes came true? And are you ready for that change?
When I was still practising as an energy rebalancing therapist one of my favourite questions to ask a client was “how would you feel, stepping through that door after this session, if all your problems disappeared?” On being asked that question, most clients started showing the signs of stress in facial expression, tensing of hands or other postural effects, with some also voicing their concern that they weren’t ready yet. A few smiled and became relaxed with the thought of freedom.
You hear about on current affairs programs or read in magazines of people who have won the lottery and a couple of years later are either financially back where they were prior to the win, or sometimes even worse off. Yet for some winners it truly makes an ongoing positive difference to their life. Would you be ready for a possible new set of responsibilities if you won the lottery – of money, of good health, of the perfect job that you’d always dreamt about, of whatever abundance you’d set your heart on?
When my health circumstances changed in 2007, and by mid-2008 other aspects of my life had been dramatically impacted, I lost my identity. There was grief with that loss, but was my newly developing identity to become just that of a health-affected person? For a while yes. Now I find that rediscovering beyond that status, while often challenging, is also very rewarding.
Therefore, in the spirit of seeking change, whatever that means for you, you might like to take a moment and observe your posture, your facial expression, your emotions, your thoughts. Be ready to note if any of those vary as I ask you the following question:
“At the end of reading this column if whatever change you have been wishing for in your life comes true, how would you feel?”
If your response isn’t as you expected look at how you might alter aspects of your wishes. Life is, or can be exciting, and what can you do right now to start embracing your dreams. I find the first four Shamanic or energy principles are helpful in defining my focus. You may like to consider them in assessing your direction. They are:
- The world is what you think it is.
- There are no limits. (if you think everything in your world is bad then there are no limits to how bad; likewise, with good there are no limits to how good!)
- Energy flows where attention goes. (what do you want to put on a pedestal – negative or positive?)
- Now is the moment of power.
So until next month, I look forward to hearing from you about this and anything else you’d like to share with me, to share with all of you.
Sheikh Zayed Mosque which is located in Abu Dhabi, the capital of the UAE. This incredible structure is the key site for worship in the entire country. It was ,680,built uniting historical and modern values of architecture. It was constructed beginning in 1996 and completed in 2007. It is the largest structure in the UAE. The imponderable measurement spans 960' by 1380' and it covers an area of 30 acres; this doesn't include the exterior landscaping. During their special day, named the Eid Friday gathering, there are an estimated 41,000 in attendance. The architects for this massive undertaking included people from India, Italy, Germany, Pakistan, Morocco, and several other smaller sites. The Mosque can accommodate 40,000 worshippers at one time. The main prayer hall can hold over 7000 people. It has two smaller halls, one of which is the female prayer hall holding 1,500 ladies
The courtyard, with its floral design, is about 180,000 square feet and is considered the largest example of marble mosaic in the world. The carpet in the main prayer hall measures 60,570 square feet, is made of wool, and weighs in at 35 tons. It is made with 2,268,000,000 and has an estimated value of 8.5 million dollars. The chandeliers are from Germany and are pieced with millions of Swarovski crystals. The largest chandelier is 33' in diameter and 49' high.
The main prayer hall has 96 columns, clad with marble and inlaid with mother of pearl. Thousands of rare and semi-precious stones were used for decorations and are embedded in the marble; they include lapis lazuli, amethyst, red onyx, aventurine, pearl and abalone, plus others.
The UAE is also adorned with some of the most fascinating structures in the modern world, and it is well worth a visit for the curious and adventuresome. They also have gold jewelry In 22 and 24k, and they set their gold prices, which differs from the majority of countries.
What a gift it is to be a mother. One who teaches the child about life and prepares them for their adulthood. First we teach them how to smile, laugh and make expressions; right from the crib by demonstrating all to them with her own facial expressions. We teach them to say 'ma ma, da da' and encourage them to take their first steps. We show them to share by sharing our own things with them. We teach them to tell the truth by being truthful to them. We teach them to have patience by being patient with them. There are so many things a mother does, and hopefully when they grow up - they become our best friends.
Charles Ray's Wisdom
Charles Ray's Words
What to do When Characters Develop a Mind of Their Own
The one thing that you can be sure that all writers have in common is that at some point we have read a book or article on the writing craft. One thing that I have encountered a number of times in reading about writing is the statement that it is not true that characters can take over a story.
This is usually accompanied by detailed instructions on outlining a story, whether it’s a short story or novel, before you begin writing. I suppose if you happen to be a WWO, a writer who outlines, this is probably true. I don’t know what applies to WWNO, writers who never outline, because I fall somewhere in between. I usually start with a fairly clear idea in mind as to where I want the story to go, who the characters are, the nature of the conflict, and the setting. I write a concise description of the main plot, make a list of the characters, and even sometimes make a time line.
In most of the stories I write, things go according to plan. But, on occasion, things take a turn that I have not planned for. Because I tend to write serial stories, novels and short stories, I try to carry over the main theme from story to story. Sometimes, though, either readers who have taken a particular liking to a character, and offer compelling justifications for their views, or the characters themselves, turn my nice neat story line on its ear.
About a year ago, for instance, just for fun, I wrote a short story about an urban kid with money problems. He’d borrowed money from a loan shark and couldn’t make his payments. This particularly story had a postal theme, so I gave it the title, “Dead Letter.” The plot was simple; my protagonist was trying to lay low to keep from getting his legs broken, so he changed his name and moved. Unfortunately for him, the Post Office tracked him down by delivering a letter sent to his old name and address to his new digs and, you guessed it, the loan shark found him.
I ended the story with a shotgun blast through the door and him being slammed against the wall. Fortunately, I didn’t specifically say that the shot had killed him; I preferred to allow readers to come to their own conclusion. One perceptive reader, though, had taken a liking to my character, Louis Dumkowski, and sent me an email asking if I could do a follow on story bringing him back to life. While I don’t normally make such drastic changes because of just one reader, her email was so sincere, I decided to take a crack at it.
Since I hadn’t actually killed Louis, in the second story I had him regain consciousness with a chest full of splinters from the door, which had absorbed almost all of the buck shot from the shotgun. Now, of course, I had to give him a new challenge, so I put him on the run. After all, if the loan shark learned that he’d failed, he might try again. Doing the second story got me interested in Louis’s fate, so I did a few more, putting him in one crazy situation after another. Some readers liked it, and kept asking for more.
Louis matured a bit, but only a bit, from story to story; mostly with the help of his high school buddy, Cleatus Washington. And I finally wrote a confrontation story, with Cleatus convincing Louis to face the loan shark. That led to some more humorous situations as the loan shark, a superstitious street punk named Vinnie ‘the Enforcer’ Williams, was so freaked that he hadn’t killed Louis, he hired him to collect loans. For good measure, he hired Cleatus as well.
A couple more stories had the two of them encountering customers, and developing a conscience. Well, Cleatus developed a conscience, and drug Louis along, which brought me to the last story in the series – or at the last one that I’ve written.
My plan was for Cleatus to convince Louis that they should stop bleeding the poor people in the neighborhood and get into a more decent line of work. My plan was to have a confrontation with Vinnie, perhaps with a bloody nose or two, but with Louis prevailing in the end. As I wrote, I could see the story in my head like an old black and white B movie, and the dialogue was clear in my head. The problem was, these two reprobates didn’t want to say what I’d planned for them to say. And, when Vinnie appears near the end of the story, the confrontation just didn’t seem the way they wanted to go. He’d been around them so long; well, actually, he’d been spending most of his time soaking up Jack Daniels and coke in the local bar while they did all the work, but his earlier nearly religious superstition, and the fact that he was sponging off his uncle, didn’t make a fight logical. What the characters wanted to do, in fact, was become respectable and liked members of the community. So, I just let the movie play out, and the three of them end up shaking hands and deciding to begin helping the community – for a profit of course; they didn’t totally change their mercenary ways.
The response to “Outside Parcel” was immediate. One reader expressed pleasure that the guys were trying to go straight, and looked forward to their new adventures. As for me, I’m just curious to see what they might get up to the next time I sit down and start typing.
JAY HOUSE'S WORKSHOPS
Let's think about a new year to show how we can stay connected closer to our mates. Remembering what attracted us to them the first year we met is a good start. Sometimes we forget to let the mate know we still love them, so find a why to not only show them, but to say the words. We forget sometimes that our mates need the words.
Joyce Shaughnessy's Column on Reviewing
The copy editor’s task is to finesse a writer’s prose so that it observes all the conventions of good writing. The copy editor may suggest some reorganizing, recommend changes to chapter titles and subheadings, and call out lapses in logic or sequential slip-ups. An editor also line-edits the work by checking for misspellings, grammar, punctuation, and factual mistakes.
The book editor relies upon The Chicago Manual of Style in order to maintain an overall editorial policy (serial comma or no, numbers spelled out or in numeral form) and the correct way to punctuate plays, books, magazines, etc.
The cost of hiring an editor is usually determined by the page. The editor usually charges a particular amount per page of manuscript.
Every writer needs a copy editor because she will look at the literary piece she is given with a fresh eye. The task is carried out through the track changes program in Word. Once the editor receives the material, she will read it through and then starts editing at the beginning of the manuscript. She will suggest weeding out anything that interrupts the work’s fluidity or jars reader comprehension. Each change will only be suggested. It is up to the author to decide whether to follow the editor’s suggestions.
The editor strengthens the copy by making the author’s work flow smoothly and effortlessly from the page into the reader’s consciousness, keeping the author’s, not the editor’s voice.
I have taken courses in editing and made an A on cumulative test in order to become a Certified Copy Editor. I may be contacted at: [email protected]
The Intuitive Premonitions.
written by: Vinita Singh
Once there was a lady who looked
in the mirror, she stared at herself and her dark brown eyes. She looked
straight in the mirror and then she remembered her dreams. Dreams of past that
were happening in the present. She saw herself in a house with no one around,
when she awoke. After five years of having this dream, she found herself
settled in a new place. When she looked outside her window not a soul was seen
She saw dreams of a relative wearing a pink color dress, six months later seeing them in that colored dress. She saw dreams of a friend saying hi to her. A year later she felt the same voice of a friend in real saying hi to her. The young lady started asking herself how can this be? Do I have Intuition? Do I get Premonitions?
A year had passed when she was inside her house. After seven years of seeing her Aunt, from India, she had a dream of her Aunt. Her dream was vague. But after a week her aunt had come to the U.S. and she spoke with her. Now this young lady started believing that she had Premonitions of some kind. She felt she could see the future vaguely. She wondered if this was a gift or a destruction, to be able to see the future ahead of time. She could see dreams of someone at six o clock every morning. She felt was this intuition of telepathy. Was this other friend thinking of her when she had their dream?
She felt that her dreams were a gift if the good dreams come true, and a destruction if the bad dreams come true. She felt she didn't have control of what she dreamt or what she could see in the future. Therefore her intuitive premonitions were not harmful yet not useful - Just dreams as they happened.
Duels in Canada – a short and very incomplete history.
There was a time in Canada when duels were not uncommon. Various military bodies were ordered to the land to establish “sovereignty” – in “New France” and later in “British North America” – and actual or imagined slights could lead to duels with sword or pistol. Members of fur brigades fought duels among themselves or with members of competing brigades using either knife or pistol, again for little reason or for control of a given fur-bearing area.
Sometimes there was something approaching a reason for these duels such as future power or money or continued freedom. On most occasions the “reason” was no more important than the outcome of a grade school soccer match.
Some several months ago I wrote and posted that the last recorded duel held in Canada took place in Ontario in 1833 thirty four years before there was a Canada or a province of Ontario. I have since learned that another instance – of some 300 in a time frame spanning 300 years holds the distinction of being the last fatal, recorded duel.
The particulars of this second last duel are as follows.
The participants were Robert Lyon and John Wilson accompanied by their respective seconds, Henri Lelievre (probably Lel-ee-vray) and Simon Robertson respectively. The focus of the confrontation was a school teacher Elizabeth Hughes.
Robert Lyon was born in Inverurie, Scotland on December 30, 1812. Along with his family he moved to Canada in 1829.
John Wilson was born February 5, 1807 in Paisley, Renfrewshire, Scotland and came to “the colonies” with his family in Perth, Upper Canada about 1823. In 1833 he was studying law under James Boulton.
In early June of 1833 Lyon, also a law student, made disparaging remarks about Elizabeth Hughes. John Wilson heard these remarks and, since he had begun a relationship with the young school teacher, demanded that Lyon retract the remarks which at the instant he did.
Most of us are aware how the passage of a few minutes which then become hours can change the view one might have of events. Apparently this happened with Robert Lyon for, at the urging of a “friend” Henri Lelievre, he challenged Wilson. Due to an ordinance which had recently been passed in one county they arranged for the duel to take place across the Tay River in another jurisdiction.
It was June 13, 1833. The two combatants paced off the distance, turned and fired. Both missed.
Everyone is satisfied, right?
No, not for Lelievre. He insisted that satisfaction had not been achieved and demanded a reload; the pistols where recharged and re-primed.
When they were fired this time Lyon fell. He was rowed back across the river to Perth where he died a short time later.
Wilson and his second, Simon Robertson where arrested by the Sheriff and tried in Brockville for murder … and acquitted.
Robert Lyon, Dec. 30, 1812 – June 13, 1833.
John Wilson, Feb. 5, 1807 – June 3, 1869.
The last duel took place five years later on May 2, 1838 in what was then Lower Canada in Verdun a suburb of Montreal. Again, the attentions toward a woman became the stated reason. Major Henry Warde of the First Regiment of Foot (the “Royals” of the British “regular” army) sent a letter to a female member of the household of lawyer and Canadian militia Colonel Robert Sweeney. We don’t know at this late date, with any assurance at least, who the expectant recipient of the letter was to be but upon interception Sweeney took extreme exception and challenged Warde.
When the black powder smoke cleared Major Warde was down. He was carried to a local tavern but soon died.
During the subsequent inquest and trial it was determined that Warde died due to “a gunshot wound administered by persons unknown”. The shooter was in the court and known to all but no one apparently had witnessed the duel despite the large crowd that had been in attendance. With the identity of the shooter unknown to the court, Sweeney went free.
In 1844 at the insistence of Queen Victoria British Prime Minister Sir Robert Peel managed changes to the Articles of War which removed any semblance of support for dueling and initiated penalties not only for dueling but for suborning or acting as second in a duel.
So this, I believe is the last official duel but not the last gun battle. There seems to be one every few months, usually in an urban area between gang members or with one of the police forces involved.
Most of the gun battles within the confines of Canada, at least those recorded in the late 1800s where between groups with several shooters on each side. Some of the confrontations were exaggerated with the telling and some became, "oh, nothing worth talking about."
One that was not exaggerated was the one in the Cypress Hills between wolfers and buffalo hunters opposing a group of Métis and Assiniboine. This battle helped to speed up the deployment of the North West Mounted Police in Western Canada. It also served as the climax for a great historical novel (and movie) by Guy Vanderhaeghe, “The Englishman’s Boy.”
By the way, any idea why the British police are referred to as “Bobbies” or “Peelers”?