Month: May 2013
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This is a picture of the collage I am working on. It isn’t finished yet, but it is a lot of fun to make!
1. Collect old magazines and newspapers. Have your friends save some for you!
2. Go through and cut out all of the images, letters, and words that you like.
3. Go buy a poster board. You can cut it into a shape like I did. For example, I cut mine into a heart to represent that the collage is of some of my favorite things.
4. Trim what you cut out.
5. Use glue, glue sticks, tape, and/or a stapler to put what you cut out onto your board.
6. Send pictures of your collage to Courage for Tomorrow so we can see it!
I have been reluctant to add “watch movies” and “watch television” to the list of summer activities that we posted earlier this month because I am a big fan in staying active. That does not necessarily mean that doing these things are bad, however. If you are staying healthy and active, and you make sure to get some sunlight, then I do not see how watching television programs and movies are negative. Some content is negative, though, so make sure to check the content of the things you watch before you watch them.
Sometimes, stories and lessons that are imperative to know in life can be learned through television programs, too. The poem that I am going to post directly after this gives an example of how fiction can comfort people as they go through difficult times.
What are some of your favorite television shows and movies? My top three favorite television shows are The Vampire Diaries, Sherlock, and Veronica Mars. My top three favorite movies are Pride and Prejudice, Peter Pan, and Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End. Share in the comments below!
Once more, we come to send positive thoughts and support to a city in need: Moore, Oklahoma was severely impacted by an EF-4 or EF-5 tornado last night. An EF-5 tornado, if you were unaware, is the most powerful tornado on the scale. Homes were lost, as well as lives. The country comes together once more to help and support the victims of a tragedy, not one caused by guns or bombs, but one caused by the most powerful force: nature. Please continue to send happy thoughts and/or prayers to these people who have lost both replaceable and irreplaceable parts of their lives. If you are looking for a way to help the victims, please do so through the American Red Cross.
The Courage for Tomorrow Team
Words by Rachel M. Shields
May 1, 2012
Words jumble through my head,
Mixing into stories
Pouring out my thoughts
In languages unknown.
Whispers of what was
And what will be
List through my head,
Flying into fears.
Break into letters,
Addressing only one,
The listener who understands.
My Friend the Rain by Rachel M. Shields
Monday, March 19, 2012
The rain, soft and subtle
Pounding, thudding, thumping, sounding on my window
Creates a soft melody,
A melody soft and sweet.
The glass glistens from the wet droplets hanging from it.
The soulful beating of the gentle rain
Often sings me into a silent sleep.
The cool breeze it brings lingers for a while to sing,
Whistling through the trees.
Staying, staying, to remind me
Of the way it washes over me,
As it dances across my rooftop without a stop.
It sings, “dada dum dada dee,”
And I hurry off with glee.
I grab my coat by the door and rush into the rain.
The rain kisses my cheeks and my hair, and suddenly, suddenly, I stop and stare,
Staring up into the sky, hoping the day won’t pass by
Without giving me a chance to dance with the rain.
The wind, quiet and sure, whips my hair around my face,
Making me laugh and laugh and laugh.
The rain can stay all day to play.
So I run back inside and fix my eyes
On the water droplets on my window, sliding across the glass.
Transfixed, I glue my face to the window,
Watching the rain run down in rivulets.
It can stay as long as it likes, I won’t mind.
The rain will be my friend until my life ends.
If it has to leave,
I won’t cry, but I’ll simply say good-bye,
Wishing it a nice day and thanking it for its quick stay.
The thudding, thumping, pounding, and sounding will go away,
But it will come visit me another day, and then we’ll play.
I’ll walk away with a smile on my face,
Waving to the rain as it dances away.