Sunday, April 20, 2014

Critters and Characters

Mid April 2014 and Spring finally takes over from Winter.

The critters are out and about and so are some of the characters that have been held up in homes and cabins.  I love Spring with its promise of rebirth and new life.
This Post is brought to you by Learnin' Vernon.

A short folk tale and a video with Vernon sharing his favorite real life characters, his brother in-law Andy and his grand twins.  We can learn a lot about ourselves and others by listening. Embrace what the world has to offer and enjoy the rest of April.


Too Deep

A folk adaptation

By Learnin’ Vernon


An Army of frogs were marching with leaps and bounds through the forest one day, when two of the frogs suddenly fell into a deep, deep, pit. All of the other frogs gathered around the hole to look down on these two misfortunate Amphibians.

To jump out looked absolutely impossible. They all began to sadly shake their heads and to croak out dismal and discouraging words.

"It's much too deep!" croaked one frog. Another frog said that there was no way either frog would ever be able to get out of the pit alive.

Then all the frogs started to chant.

“Too Deep, Too Deep, listen to our crying! Give up Give up, soon you will be dieing.”

The two fallen frogs began to jump as they tried to get out of the pit, but with each jump they fell to the very deep bottom of the pit!

The frogs that were watching kept croaking louder and louder at them that they might as well stop, because they were as good as dead and just wasting their time.

One of the two frogs finally gave up, finally believing the negative comments and the advice of the frogs at the top. He quit jumping and died from exhaustion, yes my friends he literally "croaked"!

The remaining frog just kept right on jumping and leaping harder than ever in spite of all the loud croaks of disapproval from the frogs that were watching at the top of the hole. They kept croaking shouts at him to quit jumping.

“Too Deep, Too Deep, listen to our crying! Give up Give up, soon you will be dieing.”

They yelled to save him from all the pain and suffering he was putting him self through, as he leaped and fell back down to the bottom of the pit over and over again.

Finally, he leaped even harder than ever, and to the surprise of all the other frogs he jumped right out of that deep pit. Proud of his accomplishment he lay there totally spent of any energy.

Amazed the other frogs asked him,

"Why did you keep leaping even though we yelled and croaked for you to stop?"

“To stop?” asked the frog out of breath.

“Did you not hear us?” The frogs again yelled their chant” Too Deep, Too Deep listen to our crying!

Give up Give up, soon you will be dieing”

It was then that the frog explained to them that he was hearing challenged. He had thought they were cheering for him and yelling words of encouragement to him!

“I though you were saying: To Keep, To Keep, you got to keep Trying!

Get up, Get up, soar like you are Flying!”

Words can be powerful. You can influence others with what you say, so be careful with the words you choose!

Oh, and our frog? He found a new army of friends to hang out with. Surrond yourself with an army of supporters who understand you. You will still have challenges, they just won't seem so challanging.


©2008 Vernon L. Cox  


Snakes 
A grandparents tale by Vernon L. Cox




About: Your Maine Storytellers
 Willey Phinedit (Find-It)                Learnin' Vernon

Monday, April 14, 2014

The 8 Seasons of Maine



Spring has sprung! 

This post from your Maine Storytellers includes a Folk poem, an original poem and a video lecture on the Logox. Be careful as you move about during mud season. Be aware of the Vaccummudaped, a creature that lives below the earth and can suck your boot right off your foot. Dust Bunnies are abundant this year, these elusive critters are hard to catch. However they do leave their thin whispy fur everywhere and I do mean everywhere.
Get out of the cabin for a hike or a road trip, enjoy the warmer weather and remember:
Wherever you go, there you are! 


Spring Blooms
A folk poem told by Willey Phinedit (Find-It)




The 8 Seasons of Maine



Original By Willey Phinedit  ( Pronounced: Will E Find-It)

 
Click on player to hear Willey as you read.






Wintah is ovah the snow will soon be gone

Yessah, Mud season is comin’, its around the bend


Spring brings the black fly season


Theyah goin' to be hungree my friend




Tourists will arrive in theyah high Bread Cahs
and while theyah are shoppin heayah


We might just have a month of Summah

, if  we auhh lucky my Deayah


Soon you will see shades of brown and orange
 
As Huntin season blasts away Fall



Thanks givin, Hanukah, Kwanza, Christmas

 will make the Holiday Season, somthin to celebrate for one and all





Yessah, that’s the 8 seasons for most of us, 

who live up heayah in Maine


Unless you observe the Yard Sale, or Tax seasons

, which I think  ahh a wicked pain


Visit the county and there's 2 seasons you'd be dreddin'

9 months of Wintah and 3 months of poor sleddin'



The Logox

Tall Taleoligist Willey Phinedit (pronounced Find-It) guides us to a Deciduous Delirious, otherwise known as a "Logox". His warnings to hikers and tourists have helped many to avoid twisted ankles and bruised prides.



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 Willey Phinedit (Find-It)                Learnin' Vernon

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

"God is Laughing"

I  created this blog to share who I am, what I do, and where I go. 
It was my intention, after the 33rd Sharing the Fire and posting my Biography's to open April with some humor.
As they say "If you want to make God laugh, tell him you got a plan."

After months of a journey that started with pancreatic Cancer my friend Kevin Brooks has moved on to his next adventure that surpasses the need for his physical presence. I would like to celebrate his life and am thankful for knowing him.

I knew Kevin for just over a month of linear time. We met at MIT in 2005 during my first Sharing the Fire Storytelling conference. I was moved by his warm laughter and sincere interest in someone he had just met. I was the new guy, a volunteer who was awkward and a little out of place. 


The conference lasts 3 days and 2 nights each year. For my first 6 years I volunteered in Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and Rhode Island. In one way or another I worked with or around this tall Black man that was sweet as chocolate and as hard working as a mule. Kevin would tackle anything from setting up a room, to assisting Robert Smyth with the sound system.

I took a break from volunteering and still saw Kevin and his partner Laura Packer out and about during the conferences. Both would always take a moment for a hug, a laugh, and to once again make me feel welcomed to the storytelling community.
Kevin hosted "Some thing about Soup or Water" story swap for several years. It was held in the pool's hot tub or pool because Kevin loved water as much as he loved Story! 



I only attended one  Story event outside of the Conference with Kevin present, it was the 
was the open mic at First night Boston after Brother Blue had passed on. 

Through phone calls, emails, and through an occasional visit to Maine by his beloved Laura I have in one way or another been connected with Kevin for over 9 years, 3 days at a time.



When Kevin became sick in January I cried out  "Not Fair, no, not Kevin". My wife Bobbie and I followed Laura and Kevin's journey through the YouCaring.com website. It was honest raw and often emotionally uncomfortable for me to read. Cancer is not a comfortable subject. Yet Kevin and Laura could find humor. Kevin's air mattress became deflated and helpless he looked over to her and smiled shrugged his shoulders. Laura laughed because his black body among the white air mattress made him look like a S'more.

A week before Sharing the Fire 2014  Storytelling conference Laura shared that they were switching from a focus on treatment to one of comfort for Kevin's transition to his next adventure. Selfishly I got to admit I was worried that he may pass during the conference and bring a cloud of grief down upon me during the one time of year I reenergize my Storytelling energy.
Friday night on March 28th 2014 Kevin passed. I realized it had happened at 5am Saturday when I read Laura's letter. It then occurred to me that Kevin was no longer bound by his physical condition. He could be in Kansas City with his wife, children, and friends. He could be in Massachusetts with his old MIT colleagues, co-workers and friends. But he could also spend the weekend with his Storytelling Community in Amherst. We felt his presence in more ways than one all weekend.

If you were not as lucky as I . And have not met Laura Packer and her wonderful storytelling husband Kevin Brooks, you still can. Although Kevin has passed on to his next adventure he can be seen on Youtube.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoizIQaRiBA
Even better you can buy his album at CD Baby:http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/brookskevin
This, Kevin's first CD, is a collection of some of his earlier work. Kiss of Summer takes the listener through the warm sands and sunshine of summer, in all its forms; including the passion of the moment, the heat of beach, the exhilaration of a coaster, and the deep pounding rhythm of a train. 


He leaves behind one of the most devoted, compassionate, loving, supportive partners I have known other than my own. Please keep Laura Packer in your thoughts and prayers as she begins her journey through grief.
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As for Kevin I no longer worry about my friend. No doubt he is telling stories, and if you listen very carefully you can hear God Laughing.






Below is a short Story that Kevin told when he was a Judge for the MassMouth StorySlam "Dining Disasters." in 2009.






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 Willey Phinedit (Find-It)                Learnin' Vernon