Teach Your Children

Teach your children well. If necessary, use words. Mostly though, get them involved with other children of all races, ethnicities, socioeconomic groups, political groups, and differently abled groups. It will teach them love, acceptance, and respect for others that they won’t find on their own.

I was never exposed to people of color until I was in the third grade in 1970. My teacher, Miss Bazy, was the first black person I ever met and I was terrified simply because she was different. At the end of the first week of school, she asked me to stay after class. I was a shy, quiet kid who never got in trouble so I was scared. Everyone left and she asked me to come up to her at her desk. All 35 pounds of me was shaking with nerves. She didn’t say a word, but took my hand in hers and held it for a minute or two, smiling gently all the while. Then she turned my hand over, palm side up, and asked me, “Did your hand turn black because you held my black hand?” Of course I shook my head no. She then said, “Honey, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just like you except God colored me differently than you.” Then she gave me the sweetest hug I EVER got from a teacher before or since. I burst into tears because I was so ashamed for being afraid. She just held me and patted my back as I told her I was so sorry. I believe the most important thing I learned that year took place in a 10 minute lesson. She was a great teacher, don’t get me wrong, but I’ve especially never forgotten that moment.

Ever since that day I’ve understood we are all the same in many ways. We are all human, have basic needs, wishes, emotions, attachments, and gifts. We all deserve respect and dignity, compassion and empathy. We all need to teach our children well. That is how we will change the world now and in the future.

It all starts here…

COVID19 anyone?

These are strange days we are living in, aren’t they? How are you doing so far? I pray with all my heart you or your family hasn’t been ill with this dastardly bug. I know, unfortunately, that’s not likely. I think most of us have known someone who has been ill or has not survived it. So, how do we cope? How do you cope?

There are many ways to cope and those ways are as varied as there are people in the world. Some people get introspective. Others reach out to others more than ever, even if isolated. There’s cleaning, working, learning, shopping therapy, eating, cooking, binge watching TV and movies from thousands of outlets, reading, writing, taking up new hobbies, sex, sleeping, walking, hiking, rock climbing, driving, praying, meditating, singing, and worshipping God. I am sure I’ve barely scratched the surface here. The coping skills I’ve mentioned don’t even consider the mandatory items many of us have to consider such as working from home, homeschooling our children, laundry, and paying bills. It’s a wonder we’re coping at all!

Here’s what I’ve observed from my home and my little window to the world. Families and friends have grown closer and more loving. We’ve checked in with one another more. We’ve slowed down and, shockingly, enjoyed it! We’ve experienced more gratitude, shared with others more, and rediscovered pastimes we thought were outdated and old-fashioned just before this crisis began. We’ve discovered innovative ways to carry on in our professions. I’ve actually loved all the TV shows aired from homes. I’ve delighted in getting to observe the stars in their natural habitats without stylists and makeup artists. It’s awesome!

I’m not going to skip over the hardships though. I know many of you are lonely, stressed, and depressed. You’ve lost jobs, homes, and independence or even freedom. My heart breaks for those in nursing homes, senior living homes, and those in memory care, mental institutions, prisons, and, of course, hospitals.

I don’t have a pithy answer for those who’ve experienced these hardships. All I can honestly say is hang on! Don’t give up! One thing I do know for certain is this too shall pass! If a day seems too long to hang on, how about the next hour or five minutes? As my mother used to say to me, “Light somewhere and take a minute to settle down!” She knew if I would sit down, quit moving, be quiet, and take some deep breaths, I’d feel much better. She was right! If any of you know me in real life, you know I have a hard tome being still, even when sitting. I jiggle my legs, swing my feet, and dance in my chair! I’m getting better at being still though. Age has helped!

Well, I didn’t intend to write a novella here. I just wanted to check in on everybody and let you know I’ve been thinking of you, I love you, and I pray for all of us every day and night. Hang in there! This too shall pass!

Christmas Time Is Here

Christmas time is here,
meant to be full of good cheer.
There are those, full of woe,
that find it hard and
full of sorrow.

We miss the ones we’ve lost,
so much more at Christmas.
We remember times of joy
and fun,
times of love with everyone.

Then the ache of sorrow,
slowly fills our hearts,
creating such pain,
we’re not sure we’ll ever,
celebrate again.

If only those so joyful,
could share their hearts
and arms with those,
whose hearts are full of pain,
think of how much better
we could make their
world again.

So if you see someone silent,
during the holiday gaiety,
someone with their head
bowed low, with little joy
or levity,
take a moment,
lend your ear, your arms,
your hearts in
loving solidarity.

Give your love this season,
because, it is for this a babe
was born that night,
to show the world that
God so loves the world,
He sent His only son.
God lent His ear, His arms,
His heart in loving oh so bright.

Christmas time is here,
bring the world some cheer.
Christmas time is here,
lend your hearts, your arms,
your ears.

For Christmas time is here…

D. E. Wood-Lane
12/18/17

Time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time is too rapid,
relentlessly beating,
ticking, pulsing.

How can it be
that yesterday
I was graduating
from high school,
a giddy girl
falling in love,

and today I’m too rapidly
rushing towards being sixty,
silver hair peeking out
of my red hair color,
laugh and life lines
spreading all over my face
like a road map
of my journey
through life?

Part of me wishes
I could stop time,
resting in a peaceful
moment, forever.

Of course,
the only way
to stop time,
 is to stop
life!

I’m not ready
to stop time by
stopping life.

So, I will continue
journeying through
life and time—
rapidly, relentlessly
beating, ticking,
pulsing—
creating moments
and memories,
forever.

D.E. Wood-Lane
12/2/17

Until the Morning’s Dew

When my eyelids fall so heavy

And my thoughts are all of You,

I know I’ll soon be sleeping

until the morning’s dew.

The moonlight falls so quietly

upon my windowpane

and the stars begin to twinkle

as the angels say Your name.

I try so hard to stay awake

So I can really pray,

but You calm my restless spirit so

I have no words to say.

Just know that I do love You

and pray within my dreams,

that I’ll see You in the morning

when the morning dewdrops gleam.

D. Elaine Wood-Lane

4/27/99

I’ve Moved!

Ok, I haven’t literally physically moved anyway. Only my blog has moved. My new blog address is:

https://sunshinerose.org

All of my previous posts found here on Pocket Full of Sun have been moved to Sunshine Rose and all of my new posts will be found there too.  Why, you may ask, have I moved?  Because I wanted to have more flexibility in creating my own style of blog, my own blog name, and, well, because I think it’s good to shake the dust off of things periodically, don’t you?  

I hope you’ll join me over on the new page! 

Peace and love,

Elaine

True Story 

Today, on my way to work, I stopped by a 7-11 store that I go to fairly frequently. On the cashier’s counter, were several hand made pins. The clerk then told me that there is a homeless man who comes in often. She said they give him free coffee and in return, he gives them pins and other jewelry that he makes from found objects.  The clerk gave this one to me.  Good being done in this old world. Good being done!  

Go and be blessed today!

Fairy Dust and Starlight

Fairy dust and starlight,
Excite a little girl’s heart,
She’s sure there is magic,
In the sparkle of the stars.

She was only five
and had a rough life,
now in a new home,
she prayed for less strife.

Her foster parents spoke of Jesus
and going to Sunday School,
they gave her a new dress,
with sparkles, lace and tulle.

There were sparkles in her eyes,
but they slid down her face.
seems mean little girls,
didn’t know about grace.

The pretty lady noticed,
and took her in her arms,
“Honey, you look beautiful
with your sparkles and your charm.

The other little girls are jealous,
But they don’t mean you harm.
You just keep on sparkling,
Jesus made you so.

You have fairy dust and starlight,
to share with us,
and remind us of His love.

Doris Elaine Wood-Lane
10/24/16

Little Squirrel–A Poem for Children

Little squirrel, little squirrel,
please go away,
you can come back,
some other day!

We’re all out of corn,
bird seed and suet,
but if you’ll please leave,
I promise to get right to it.

You standing at the window,
tapping on the glass,
chattering angrily at me,
will not speed me up,
just wait and you’ll see!

You’re very cute
with your black button eyes,
and your chubby little cheeks,
but those will do nothing,
except gather flies.

So, go away, go away!
Why won’t you leave?
I’ve never met
such an ornery old thing!

Ok, I’ll go buy you
all kinds of seed,
if you’ll just hush up
and listen,
and then leave me be!

Doris Elaine Wood-Lane
4/27/17