If you were… #children #fiction

If you were a butterfly would you be friends with a lion???

I didn’t think so.

Personally,I wouldn’t either.  We know a lion who saved a butterfly while she was still in her chrysalis and she saw something about him that others didn’t.

Now this butterfly and (domesticated) lion go about the villages of Uganda teaching children.

If you listen closely, you might hear Judah roar. Don’t be afraid it is the only way a lion knows how to laugh.

Join us (Sean and Leslie) in 2019 as we write the story of the world where giraffes and orabi graze and children dance and sing in the village schools of Uganda.

 

Read to your children #christmas #gifts #books

I just read a blog where a writer used reverse psychology to get her children to read. I’m up for whatever it takes to excite a child’s mind. Imagination is an amazing tool. Just ask any artist or writer.

The best gift for children this Christmas??? Books!!!!

 

Paddy the Panda is a story about a precocious panda bear and the lessons he learns about being okay with different and the importance of obeying the rules.

If you had known my son as a child, you would not be surprised that this is his life fictionalized.

If you are looking for stories that have a moral for your kiddo or your grandchild, Paddy the Panda Bear is a good choice.  Christmas is just around the corner and Barnes and Noble is having a 20% off sale at the moment.

We also have a book coming out in 2019 that is about Uganda, the children and village life. The title is “Bethany and Me.” More information in the New Year. All of the profit will go to getting books into the village schools.

Above is a pre-k where we taught after the school was destroyed by a fire. These brave children helped us fight the fire. Classroom size is anywhere from 30 – 100 children with 1 exceptional teacher.

An Invisible Dragon #atozchallenge #children #dragons

I’m breaking with my theme “Children” and poetry slightly for today. My pet dragon and his best friend Emily insisted. This is an excerpt from the book we are working on “Raising a dragon in the 21st Century.”

 

 

Today my class went on a cool field trip to the Air and Space Museum. There are really old planes and even a space shuttle. I imagined being in the cockpit of the Discovery as it shot into space on the back of a rocket.  I was adjusting my space suit when…

“Look up there,” one of the students pointed.  “That red airplane is moving. Do you think it will fall?”

“Those airplanes are well secured so they wont fall.” Our tour guide assured us.

“It’s like the movie Night at the museum,” another student said as we watched several of the airplanes rocking back and forth on their thin cables.

The tour guide stepped away from our class and got on her walkie.  I saw her lips mouth “Is it safe for these children…”

Then I noticed the shadow of a dragon wing brushing against a plane.

“Drag,” I hissed, “get over there.” I pointed to the bathrooms as I stomped over to the corner out of sight. “What are you doing here?”

“Emily, when I heard you were going to a place where there were flying things I wanted to see them too.  Not one of them will talk to me.”

“Hmmm. You thought you would find another dragon at the museum?”

Drag’s eyes got big as he nodded.

“Ohhh Drag, I’m sorry. All these things are machines. As far as I know, you are the only living dragon.”

“That’s too bad.” Drag made a face at the winged machines.

“Please stay right next to me until we get outside. Then I want you to fly straight home. No more touching airplanes. And you need to stay invisible.”

“Ok Em,” my dragon wiggled his eyes.

I giggled and crossed my eyes.

You can’t be too careful where you go when you are raising a dragon in the 21st century…

If you are visiting from the A to Z challenge can you please not tell my papa. He get’s worried about my pet dragon and incidents and stuff I don’t understand yet.

~ Thanks Em

 

Share a Story #children #lifeinUganda #acholi

 

Between  big pages

turn little minds

fairies of every kind

watch the spark

imagination ignites

Dragons bright and dark

animals climb trees upside down

little boys’ arms are wings

no smile becomes a frown

knights get big and golden

kings big and small

words create a kingdom

giants from clouds fall

The dragon got away before I could get his picture but he left a clue behind in his big foot prints.

Never stop dreaming or imagining. By all means never stop sharing these things with a child!!!

 

Miss all of you. I have a morning of so I am writing after weeks. We are enjoying amazing times to teach and tell stories to Acholi children. These village children are so bright and are catching up quickly!!

Waving from Northern Uganda

 

 

 

 

MissUnderstood #poetry #lessons

Mis step in a comment

I wish I didn’t get

if fluffy is my heart

I’ll eat my Seuss hat

levity refreshes

kindness relieves

 there are harsh words

I think my Lord grieves

learn from a child

“grown” people rarely do

“a person’s, a person”

and that’s really true

When I was a child we were taught: “If you can’t say something nice,  don’t say anything at all.”

I’m sure we didn’t understand all the implications but I think they meant “A person can be hurt by inconsiderate words.”

 

Attribution for Clip Art

 

 

 

 

The Making of a Knight #tellastoryday

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The boy’s hands had been frozen cold by the snow. He shivered wondering if he had the strength to return home, but he must mother needed the food. He imagined the warmth of a blazing fire. He saw a key that poked out in the snow. So tiny yet he could sense its power. Curious how a wooden box appeared. “There’s a bit of magic I would guess” much later to that he’d attest. As the gold key turned in the box, the key began to grow and glow.

The fire he had hoped for sprung up around the key, but the boy was brave and touched the fire without being burned.

Though many people in the presence of magic ask for something to ease their lot, the boy was content to hold the warm key and box. The box got heavier until the boy reluctantly set it down on the ground, but he continued to hold on tight. As the flame grew more intense, the box, which revealed itself to be pure gold, became clear like glass. The boy expectantly peered inside. The only thing he could see was a plain gold ring. He reached in through the fire, grasped the flame filled ring, and placed it on his finger.

An onlooker would have seen a most magnificent thing on that frozen eve. A key, a box, and a ring transformed a boy to a knight. The glow about him melted the snow. A kaleidoscope of color mingled with the fire,  flowers sprung from the impotent earth, fruit sprouted on nearby trees, and life that had so long ago departed returned to the barren land.

Little did this simple boy know that he was chosen by the key for a mission. The knight would save many downtrodden soul in the cold, unrelenting world and provide golden hope for the besieged. Long after the knight was gone stories would be told, through the land, of the knight who carried warmth for all in his hands and his heart.

Today is National Tell a Story Day.

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The Golden Key #fantasy #postaday #fiction

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I was a golden key

fashioned just after time was turned

and I knew I had a purpose

 but forgot all I had learned. 

I placed myself in large  hands

of those who perchance might  serve

but one after another

got what they deserved.

And so I hung despondent

 on a cold and lifeless  tree

hoping for an answer

and one that would set me free.

I heard someone so cheerful

but she was  so very young.

“What can a child do

when the others failed all and one.”

The sun hit just right

and she reached and stretched her hand.

She and I both surprised

for her height seemed to expand. 

“I heard a story once,”

her voice so sweet and low.

“Yes,grandmother knew it well.

A key with a golden glow.

I dont remember all

but let me linger now.

We will go back and see

what if time had cast a spell.”

So the girl and I sat

for a long and timeless while

but I really did not mind

she had such a winsome smile.

“Yes, I remember”

she patted me in her palm.

“You open up a place

by singing a forgotten song.”

She hummed and sang the songs

 all the ones she had been told

and as I watched before me

this small child got very old.

She held me and it warmed me

and I began to glow.

 A gnarled and weary door

in the tree began to show. 

“There it is in the middle”

a keyhole she did find

and I was oh so happy

to at last meet my own kind.

We passed through the door together

she transformed into herself

so fairy like her beauty

and I a greenish elf. 

*****

Today’s Daily Post writing challenge asks the question:

You’ve been given a key that can open one building, room, locker, or box to which you don’t normally have access. How do you use it, and why?

I did not submit the following story today as it was an archived short story that I created as a continuation from an old Grimm’s Fairy Tale – The Golden Key was it’s title.

Other’s who have also written about the Key: