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The Reading Room
2016 February/March
Pg 5 - The Sunshine Express
Treasures From The Inbox
Another Year Beginning
Winter morning, doves have established a
settlement of sorts along the peak of our
garage roof. They are quietly waiting and
watching for the man of the house to come
fill the feeder, which is perched atop a tower-
ing cotton wood stump.
I watch from large kitchen windowpane look-
ing out across frozen yard of one color. A nut
brown wicker basket on the counter in front
of me holds a bit of spring, blooming pink
striped tulips and an amaryllis stem sport-
ing four large red blossoms. A calligraphy
of Canadian geese in V fill robin egg blue
sky. I hear them talking, as they wing over
the house on their way to neighboring golf
course, where they spend the better part of
the day.
Winter has manifested with an abundance of
snow and cold for this area. Life in this world
is frozen! I am frozen. Back in the day, 1978,
Gunnison Colorado winter temperatures
dipped to -55 and held. Some days it warmed
to -30 degrees. I don¡¯t remember being as
cold then as I am now. Aha, perhaps it is the
age.
The jeep sits idle in the driveway as I choose
to go out rarely. I have read a lot this win-
ter, inhaling numerous books, word by word,
cover to cover. My way of escaping when con-
fined indoors for an extended period of time.
I found myself studying the power of the
spoken word after reading about the results
of a student¡¯s science project.
The student planted alike seeds in equal
amounts simultaneously in two same size
flower pots. The pots were then placed side
by side. They each received equal amounts
of light, water, etc. The seeds sprouted and
soon filled each flower pot. At that time, the
student began the process of picking each pot
up and speaking to each plant daily. To one
he spoke pleasant positive words, to the oth-
er negative hateful words. At the end of the
allotted experiment time, the plant receiving
positive words was flourishing. The one that
had received negative words had begun to
shrivel and die.
Now I realize that my limited amount of in-
formation on the subject does not imply that
I believe myself to be an expert. However,
after spending a great deal of time observing
the lives of acquaintances and friends, and
listening to the words they speak over and
over, I am convinced that there is a strong
possibility that the words coming out of our
mouths either call positives or negatives in to
our lives.
Sledding
We were sledding down the hill
Racing and flying down the hill
With Ty, Luke and Will
Heading down to the mill
Having so much fun
Sledding towards the sun
Holding on tight
With the snow sparkling white
Then we go inside
With door open wide
Now its time to go to bed
Go dream about your sled
By Will Massey, age
eight
---k
(Karen Shafer lives in and writes from Grand
Junction, CO)
If you get email, you
get stuff. Sometimes
it is spam, sometimes
it is a true gem.
Here is one of those
gems worth sharing:
Positively Karen
then someone
brought up the man
who was lying out-
side. People snick-
ered and gossiped,
but no one bothered
to ask him to come
in, including me.
A few moments later,
church began.
We all waited for the
preacher to take his
place and give us
The Word when the
doors to the church
opened.
In came the home-
less man, walking
down the aisle with
his head down.
People gasped and
whispered and made
faces.
He made his way
down the aisle and
up onto the pulpit.
When he took off
his hat and coat, my
heart sank. There
stood our preacher.
He was the ¡®homeless
man¡¯.
No one said a word.
The room was silent
and still.
The preacher took his
Bible, laid it on the
stand and drove his
point home saying,
¡°Jesus said, ¡®Truly,
I tell you, whatever
you did for one of
the least of these
brothers and sisters
of mine, you did for
me.¡¯¡±
It was a cold winter¡¯s day that Sunday.
The parking lot to the church was filling
up quickly. I noticed as I got out of my car
that fellow church members were whisper-
ing among themselves as they walked to the
church.
As I got closer, I saw a man leaned up against
the wall outside of the church. He was almost
lying down, as if he was asleep.
He had on a long trench coat that was almost
in shreds and a hat topped his head, pulled
down so you couldn¡¯t see his face.
He wore shoes that looked 30 years old, too
small for his feet. With holes all over them,
his toes stuck out. I assumed this man was
homeless and asleep, so I walked on by
through the doors of the Church.
We all enjoy fellowship for a few minutes, and
¡°Because of our feelings
and thoughts, the flower
will scent even more
beautiful, or will fall in
silence. These truths we
must learn in order to
be healed.
Remedy is in our
hearts.¡±
- Nikola Tesla
Every Valentine¡¯s Day our campus newspaper
has a section for student messages.
Last year my roommate surprised his girlfriend
with roses and dinner at a fancy restaurant.
When they returned from their date, she leafed
through the paper to see if he had written a
note to her.
Near the bottom of one page she found:
¡°Bonnie, What are you looking here for? Aren¡¯t
dinner and flowers enough? Love, Scott.¡±
The lingerie store where my aunt works was
crowded with shoppers selecting Valentine¡¯s
Day gifts for their wives.
A young businessman came to the register
with a lacy black negligee.
My aunt noticed that the next customer, an
elderly farmer, was holding a long flannel
nightgown and kept glancing at the younger
man¡¯s sexier choice.
When it was his turn, the farmer placed the
nightgown on the counter.
¡°Would you have anything in black flannel?¡± He
asked.
Funny Valentine Humor