The Reading Room
Pg 5 - The Sunshine Express
The World that then was¡
In the silence of early morning the sun tumbles
over the edge of east mountain, scattering sun-
beams across towering ancient red sand dune.
Peregrine falcon circling, calls out, doves begin
cooing, little yellow feathered wren in mulberry
tree lifts up its voice in song, chippers and twitters
harmonize, breezes hum, a song fest commences.
I observe small nut brown rabbit nibbling on em-
erald shoots in north field. So it is in the House of
On an early Jurassic morning in Gateway 200 mil-
lion years ago, there were no birds singing. Actu-
ally, there were no birds at all. The Trade Winds
were beginning to blow. The winds blew and
blew, moving quartz sands, to build dunes cover-
ing an area bigger than the Sahara Desert. Some
dunes were 2500 feet thick. Red Wingate sand,
blood of the living rocks, settled over what is now
the Gateway area. Throughout millions of years,
sand grains were compressed and cemented into
rock, called sandstone. And that would be how the
Palisade came to tower, a sentinel, over our town.
During the time of dune building, the climate was
hot and dry. However, later in the Jurassic time
period, the climate became hot and humid. Flying
reptiles known as pterosaurs were common and
dinosaurs ruled the land. The largest dinosaur
weighed in at 20 tons and had legs the size of
elephants. These great birds and dinosaurs left evi-
dence of their habitation here. Foot prints in stone.
Land plants were bountiful in the Jurassic, but
floras then were certainly different than today.
Although Jurassic dinosaurs are sometimes drawn
with palm trees, there were no palms or flower-
ing plants, as in my garden. Instead, giant ferns
and other green foliage, along with conifers, were
The walkway leading to our cabin door is inlaid
with different sandstones, some are iron oxide rich
red Wingate, some are white Navajo sandstone
and one is a fossil rock, imprinted with ripples
over sand, as on a beach or in a shallow sea.
Oh, that the Palisade, standing so silent, could
speak. In some ways though, it does. A history
book in stone, it can be read.
Red sand rides
earth trembles. -k
(Karen Schafer lives in & writes about life from
Treasures From The Inbox
each lad must come
into manhood on his
The boy is naturally
terrified. He can hear
all kinds of noises.
Wild beasts must
surely be all around
him. Maybe even
some human might
do him harm.
The wind blew the
grass and earth, and
shook his stump, but
he sat stoically, never
removing the blind-
fold. It would be the
only way he could
become a man!
Finally, after a hor-
rific night the sun
appeared and he removed his blindfold.
It was then that he discovered his father sitting on
the stump next to him. He had been at watch the
entire night, protecting his son from harm!
Life is like a rite of passage for all of us. We, too,
are never alone. Even when we don¡¯t know it,
God is watching over us, sitting on the stump
beside us. When trouble comes, all we have to do
is reach out to Him.
Moral of the story:
Just because you can¡¯t see God doesn¡¯t mean He
is not there. ¡°For we walk by faith, not by sight.¡±
If you get email, you get
stuff. Sometimes it is
spam, sometimes it is a
Here is one of those
gems worth sharing:
Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian
youth¡¯s rite of passage?
His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds
him and leaves him alone.
He is required to sit on a stump the whole night
and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the
morning sun shine through it. He cannot cry out
for help to anyone.
Once he survives the night, he is a MAN. He can-
not tell the other boys of this experience, because
lenge one¡¯s own fate!!!
Summer marks the growing season,
as farmers start to water their fields in
hopes of an abundant harvest. So should
we all water the soul, as it too is the
best of all of us, and we should grow in
abundance of that which is good and
simple. A complicated life is caused by
the neglect of our soul, we put worldly
and physical things before our own
spiritual welfare. The inner being is what
is important, as it is our truest nature
that often gets neglected. Summer is the
bright and lightest time of year and we
should all take advantage of its glory
and power. There are more hours of day-
light in summer and it is the time to
be active and to get involved in our community
and families. There is no reason to be idle in your
life when the universe is filled with infinite pos-
sibilities that await your arrival. Be blessed with
Love and Light!!
(Mark Looper of The Pony Expresso shares
inspirational thoughts and lessons learned in life
from Dolores, Colorado.
I wake up each morning and gaze at all the glori-
ous beauty that surrounds me. I cannot help but
wonder about all of the storms from the past, and
how could I have survived to be in this place that
is called my life. The best advice I could ever give
is to never give up on your life, as every day is a
new beginning for the one brave enough to chal-
by Mark Looper
Four men are in the hospital waiting room be-
cause their wives are having babies. A nurse goes
up to the first guy and says, ¡°You¡¯re the father of
twins.¡± ¡°That¡¯s odd,¡± answers the man. ¡°I work
for the Minnesota Twins...¡±
A nurse says to the second guy, ¡°You¡¯re the father
of triplets!¡± ¡°That¡¯s weird,¡± answers the second
man. ¡°I work for the 3M company...¡±
A nurse tells the third man, ¡°You¡¯re the father of
quadruplets!¡± ¡°That¡¯s strange,¡± he answers. ¡°I
work for the Four Seasons hotel...¡±
The last man is groaning, and banging his head
against the wall. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± the others ask.
¡°I work for 7 Up...¡±