Sarah dance - on the palm of my hand, Sarah dance - where the sea meets the land, Sarah dance - in my twinkling eye, Sarah Dance - beneath the blue sky.
Sarah laugh - with your white teeth like jewels, Sarah laugh - like a frog with two pools, Sarah laugh - as you twirl round and round, Sarah laugh - then collapse in a mound. Sarah jiggle - in a sequinned fairy dress, Sarah wriggle - with your hair in a mess, Sarah pout - with lipstick on your lips, Sarah shout - with polish on your finger tips.
Sarah dance - 0n the palm of my hand, Sarah dance - in a mystical land, Sarah dance - in my twinkling eye, Sarah dance - beneath the blue sky.
In Burma there are two races of people. One race lives in villages and tills the ground; the other race lives among wild beasts in the jungle on the hills. One day a villager set out for the hills, where he found a beautiful hill woman, whom he led to his village and married. For a time they lived happily and had a little baby girl. But the baby died, and the villager began to neglect his wife. Coming home late one night he found his hut empty, and about it were the the marks of a tigress's feet. He knew what had happened. His wife had changed back into a tigress and gone back to the jungle. All the deep love for her returned, and he set out again for the hills, taking with him the clothes of the dead baby. He followed the tracks of the tigress until he came to a cave, and there he saw the eyes of the wild beast blazing in the darkness. He was not afraid. He put down the baby's clothes at the mouth of the cave, and the tigress leaped out upon him. But when she saw the clothes of her little dead girl her heart was melted. Then instead of killing the villager she suddenly changed into a woman, and flung her arms about his neck. Together they went back joyfully to their empty hut.
The SECRET TRAVELS of SARAH SAGE
The first printing of the rhyme was in an
1881 edition of Mother Goose:
Ring-a-ring-a-roses, A pocket full of posies; ashes! ashes! we all fall down.
Sarah would like to welcome you to her journey's around the world, she so loves her travelling, but most of all she loves the stories the people tell her. Stories that have been passed down by the retelling from generation to generation. Of course during the passing down, many of them would have been changed and as Sarah often goes back in time, her stories might be a little different. But not to worry when you retell these stories to your children, you might change a name, or a location. You might even add a little bit or even lose a little bit that you thought might have been to horrible. We will never know. So just sit back and relax and let Sarah tell you some of the stories from the people of far off lands.
The SECRET TRAVELS of SARAH SAGE
"ALAMAT"
This is an ancient Visayan account of the creation.
Thousands of years ago there was no land nor sun nor
moon nor stars, and the world was only a great sea of water, above
which stretched the sky. The water was the kingdom of the god Maguayan,
and the sky was ruled by the great god, Kaptan.
Maguayan had a daughter called Lidagat, the sea, and
Kaptan had a son known as Lihangin, the wind. The gods agreed to the
marriage of their children, so the sea became the bride of the wind.
Three sons and a daughter were born to them. The sons
were called Likalibutan, Liadlao, and Libulan, and the daughter
received the name of Lisuga.
Likalibutan had a body of rock and was strong and
brave; Liadlao was formed of gold and was always happy; Libulan was
made of copper and was weak and timid; and the beautiful Lisuga had a
body of pure silver and was sweet and gentle. Their parents were very
fond of them, and nothing was wanting to make them happy.
After a time Lihangin died and left the control of
the winds to his eldest son Likalibutan. The faithful wife Lidagat soon
followed her husband, and the children, now grown up, were left without
father or mother. However, their grandfathers, Kaptan and Maguayan,
took care of them and guarded them from all evil.
After a time, Likalibutan, proud of his power over
the winds, resolved to gain more power, and asked his brothers to join
him in an attack on Kaptan in the sky above. At first they refused; but
when Likalibutan became angry with them, the amiable Liadlao, not
wishing to offend his brother, agreed to help. Then together they
induced the timid Libulan to join in the plan.
When all was ready the three brothers rushed at the
sky, but they could not beat down the gates of steel that guarded the
entrance. Then Likalibutan let loose the strongest winds and blew the
bars in every direction. The brothers rushed into the opening, but were
met by the angry god Kaptan. So terrible did he look that they turned
and ran in terror; but Kaptan, furious at the destruction of his gates,
sent three bolts of lightning after them.
The first struck the copper Libulan and melted him
into a ball. The second struck the golden Liadlao and he too was
melted. The third bolt struck Licalibutan and his rocky body broke into
many pieces and fell into the sea. So huge was he that parts of his
body stuck out above the water and became what is known as land.
In the meantime the gentle Lisuga had missed her
brothers and started to look for them. She went toward the sky, but as
she approached the broken gates, Kaptan, blind with anger, struck her
too with lightning, and her silver body broke into thousands of pieces.
Kaptan then came down from the sky and tore the sea
apart, calling on Maguayan to come to him and accusing her of ordering
the attack on the sky. Soon Maguayan appeared and answered that she
knew nothing of the plot as she had been asleep far down in the sea.
After a time she succeeded in calming the angry Kaptan. Together they
wept at the loss of their grandchildren, especially the gentle and
beautiful Lisuga; but with all their power they could not restore the
dead to life. However, they gave to each body a beautiful light that
will shine forever.
And so it was the golden Liadlao who became the sun
and the copper Libulan, the moon, while Lisuga's pieces of silver were
turned into the stars of heaven. To wicked Likalibutan, the gods gave
no light, but resolved to make his body support a new race of people.
So Kaptan gave Maguayan a seed and he planted it on one of the islands.
Soon a bamboo tree grew up, and from the hollow of
one of its branches, a man and a woman came out. The man's name was
Sikalak and the woman was called Sikabay. They were the parents of the
human race. Their first child was a son whom they called Libo;
afterwards they had a daughter who was known as Saman.
Pandaguan, the youngest son, was very clever and
invented a trap to catch fish. The very first thing he caught was a
huge shark. When he brought it to land, it looked so great and fierce
that he thought it was surely a god, and he at once ordered his people
to worship it. Soon all gathered around and began to sing and pray to
the shark. Suddenly the sky and sea opened, and the gods came out and
ordered Pandaguan to throw the shark back into the sea and to worship
none, but them.
All were afraid except Pandaguan. He grew very bold
and answered that the shark was as big as the gods, and that since he
had been able to overpower it he would also be able to conquer the
gods. Then Kaptan, hearing this, struck Pandaguan with a small
lightning bolt, for he did not wish to kill him but merely to teach him
a lesson. Then he and Maguayan decided to punish these people by
scattering them over the earth, so they carried some to one land and
some to another. Many children were afterwards born, and thus the earth
became inhabited in all parts.
Pandaguan did not die. After lying on the ground for
thirty days he regained his strength, but his body was blackened from
the lightning, and his descendants became the black skinned tribe (the
Negritos).
As punishment, his eldest son, Aryon, was taken north
where the cold took away his senses. While Libo and Saman were carried
south, where the hot sun scorched their bodies. A son of Saman and a
daughter of Sikalak were carried east, where the land at first was so
lacking in food that they were compelled to eat clay.
The SECRET TRAVELS of SARAH SAGE Sara found these little facts when she visited China on the internet.
Ice cream was invented in China around 2000BC when the Chinese packed a soft milk and rice mixture in the snow.
China is the fourth largest country in the world. China is sometimes a day ahead of the United States.
The Chinese year is based on the cycles of the moon. This is called a lunar schedule. A complete cycle of the Chinese calendar takes 60 years. The Chinese calendar dates back to 2600 B.C. It is the oldest known calendar.
Each year is represented by an animal. There are twelve animals which represent the twelve months.
According to readings Buddha named the years after the twelve animals that came to visit him before he left the earth. The Chinese believe that you have some of the characteristics of the animal representing the year in which you were born.
When a Chinese child loses a baby tooth, it doesn't get tucked under the pillow for the tooth fairy.
If the child loses an upper tooth, the child's parents plant the tooth in the ground, so the new tooth will grow in straight and healthy.
Parents toss a lost bottom tooth up to the rooftops, so that the new tooth will grow upwards , too.
It is considered good luck for the gate to a house to face south.
We know that the Chinese grew rice as long as 5000 BC Archaeologists have found rice grains in farming tools and pots from that period.
Long ago, silk making was a closely guarded secret. Anyone who gave the secret away could be killed.
At one time, Chinese patriots hoped to rid themselves of hated foreign conquerors. To announce the time of an uprising, the patriots hid messages in moon cakes.
Red is considered a lucky color in China. At one time wedding dresses were red. New Year's banners, clothing, and lucky money envelopes are still red.
with thanks for these little facts, they are wonderful.
http://www.tooter4kids.com/china/fun_facts_about_china.htm
Printing and paper-making are two of the most famous of China's technological advances. In 105 A.D., Cai Lun, the Emperor's Inspector of Public Works, reported that the Imperial workmen had succeeded in making an economical and practical paper. Like paper, printing has an ancient heritage. The first Chinese printers carved pictures or writing into flat wooden blocks. After the carved blocks were rolled with ink, paper was pressed onto them.
Make a Printing Block of your own; You will need:
* Small, sharp kitchen knife (to be used by an adult)
* 1 small, unpeeled potato. * Marking pen * Small sponge * Cutting board. * Rulers. * Water * Paper * Tempera or acrylic paint * Newspaper
1. Ask your adult helper to cut the potato in half. With the marker, draw the shapes (your initials, a Chinese pictograph or stars and moons) you want on the cut side. Remember the stamp will print backwards, so cut out letters like B and S backwards.
2. On the cutting board, ask your adult helper to carve away the potato around the stamp you drew. Your design should stick up about 1/4 inch.
3. Dampen the sponge and dip it in paint.
4. On the newspaper, press your stamp against the sponge. Then, press the stamp against your paper.
The Twelve Animals' calendar system is a way to help you count the year in China, which means every twelve years will be a cycle. These twelve animals are Rat, Ox, Tiger, Hare, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Sheep, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, and Pig. You may ask who decided the order of the twelve animals in the system? According to the Chinese legend, the God was asked to hold a contest to decide. Whoever reach the opposite bank of the river would be the first, and the rest of the animals would receive their years according to their finish.
All the twelve animals gathered at the river bank and jumped in. Unknown to the ox, the rat had jumped upon his back. As the ox was about to jump ashore, the rat jumped off the ox' s back, and won the race. The pig, who was slow, ended up last. That is why the rat is the first year of the animal cycle, the ox second, and the pig last. Well this is one story anyway, there are many different ones describing how the twelve animals were chosen. The Cat is supposed to have been chosen instead of the Rat, but when therat went to call him, the cat wouldn't wake up and so Buddha tok the Rat with him instead. However one doesn't see many pictures, if any of a Cat being in the Twelve.
Sarah Sage has a secret, everyone thinks that she just stays at home and looks after her herb garden but what they don't know is that she has a secret time machine in the attic of her little house. When the weather is good and the time is right, Sarah pops upstairs to her attic, puts on the special clothes for the land she hopes to visit and away she goes. We are very lucky to have her as a friend though because everytime she goes away, she always manages to bring us a story back. So settle down with a nice drink of juice and your favourite sweetie bar and let's enjoy Sarah's travels together.
Grýla is in Icelandic mythology a horrifying monster and an ogress living in the mountains of Iceland. She is said to come from the mountains at Christmas in search of naughty children.
The Grýla legend has been frightening to the people of Iceland for
many centuries - her name is even mentioned in Snorri Sturluson's
thirteenth century Edda. Grýla was not directly linked to Christmas
until in the 17th century. By that time she had become the mother of
the Yule Lads. A public decree was issued in 1746 prohibiting the use of Grýla and the Yule Lads to terrify children.
According to folklore Grýla has been married three times. Her third husband Leppalúđi
is said to be living with her in their cave in the mountains with the
big black Christmas cat and their sons. As Christmas approaches, Grýla
sets off looking for naughty boys and girls. The Grýla legend has
appeared in many stories, poems, songs and plays in Iceland and
sometimes Grýla dies in the end of the story.
Sarah's Stories from Around the World This is a wonderful Legend from the TIME OF THE AZTEC
The legend of Popocatépetl and Iztaccíhuatl
The most popular legend about Iztaccíhuatl and Popocatépetl comes
from the ancient Náhuas. As it comes from an oral tradition, there are
many versions of the same story. There are also poems and songs telling
this beautiful story.
Many years before Cortés came to Mexico, the Aztecs lived in
Tenochtitlán, today's Mexico City. The chief of the Aztecs was a famous
Emperor, who was loved by all the natives. The Emperor and his wife,
the Empress, were very worried because they had no children. One day
the Empress said to the Emperor that she was going to give birth to a
child. A baby girl was born and she was as beautiful as her mother.
They called her Iztaccíhuatl, which in Náhuatl means "white lady".
All the natives loved Izta and her parents prepared her to be the
Empress of the Aztecs. When she grew up, she fell in love with a
captain of a tribe, his name was Popoca. One day, a war broke out and
the warriors had to go south to fight the enemy. The Emperor told
Popoca that he had to bring the head of the enemy chief back from the
war, so he could marry his daughter.
After several months of combat, a warrior who hated Popoca sent a
false message to the Emperor. The message said that his army had won
the war, but that Popoca had died in battle. The Emperor was very sad
when he heard the news, and when Izta heard she could not stop crying.
She refused to go out and did not eat any more. A few days later, she
became ill and she died of sadness.
When the Emperor was preparing Izta's funeral, Popoca and his
warriors arrived victorious from war. The Emperor was taken aback when
he saw Popoca, and he told him that other warriors had announced his
death. Then, he told him that Izta had died.
Popoca was very sad. He took Izta's body and left the town. He
walked a long way until he arrived at some mountains where he ordered
his warriors to build a funeral table with flowers and he put Izta
lying on top. Then he kneeled down to watch over Izta and died of
sadness too.
The Gods were touched by Popoca's sacrifice and turned the tables
and the bodies into great volcanoes. The biggest volcano is
Popocatépetl, which in Náhuatl means "smoking mountain". He sometimes
throws out smoke, showing that he is still watching over Iztaccíhuatl,
who sleeps by his side.
Another tale is much like the one before. Some warriors who did not
want Popoca to be with Izta, since they liked her themselves, sent a
message to the emperor saying that Popoca died. Izta was very sad. She
then died of sadness. When Popoca returned he heard about Izta's death.
He was also very sad. He went out of town with Izta's body and ordered
his soldiers to make a mound for him and Izta. He put Izta's body on
one mound and got onto the other with a smoking torch. He stays there
forever looking after Izta. Over time dirt, snow, rocks, and Mother
Nature covered them turning them into great mountains. Popoca's torch
is still smoking as a reminder of what happened.
Sarah's Stories from Around the World Te Kanawa
New Zealand - Maori
Te Kanawa, a young Waikato chief, set out on a kiwi hunting expedition, accompanied by his dogs and a number of his followers. The hunt led them through the dense forest, and by the time darkness fell they had reached the summit of Pukemore. There was no Moon that night, and as the shadows closed in they hastened to gather bark and dried wood and light a fire. After they had eaten they laid down between the roots of a large tree. They lay with their feet towards the fire, which had died down to a dull glow.
The bush was silent except for the noise of the soft wind in the tree tops. Te Kanawa lifted his head and listened. He heard the sound of voices at some distance. Presently his companions heard it too. They sat up holding their bodies tense, and listening in silence, because the voices were coming closer. Someone was singing, and men, women, and children were talking together in loud tones. It could not be a taua, because women and children were among them; still less it could'nt be a party of travellers, for they would not dare to walk through the dark forest at night. The only beings who would dare to travel through the forest and talk and sing were the patupaiarehe. The patupaiarehe were very close now. The weird laughter and the haunting song sounded loudly on the ears of Te Kanawa and his men. They sat motionless in the fire light. Then Te Kanawa saw a movement from the corner of his eye. He turned swiftly, and was in time to see a head disappear behind the root of the tree. One of the twigs caught fire and the flickering light danced on the leaves and showed his followers staring in front of them, petrified. The flame died down, and in the dull glow of the fire more faces appeared from behind the tree trunks. Te Kanawa thought of a way that he may be able to frighten them off and with trembling fingers he took the green stone tiki from his neck, then a green stone ear pendant from one ear, and a white shark's tooth from the other, and hung them on a stick. which he left for the patupaiarehe to take. However the patupaiarehe came closer and Te Kanawa and his hunter's shrank back. The patupaiarehe went to the ornaments but were left untouched, only their shadows were passed from hand to hand. They were admired for the depth of colour and lovely form. then the singing and chattering ceased, and the patupaiarehe had disappeared, taking as the prize the patterns of the neck and ear ornaments of Te Kanawa. The tiki, the ear pendant and the shark tooth still hung from the stick, swinging to and fro, and the wind that had come, came from the passing of the Patupaiarehe. They had come in friendship, they had accepted the spirit gift of Te Kanawa and then they had gone. It did seem that it was only curiosity that brought the patupaiarehe crowding towards Te Kanawa and his Hunter's.
New Zealand lies in the south-west Pacific Ocean, 1,600 km east of Australia. It is made up of the North and South Islands and a number of smaller islands, with a total land area of 268,000 sq km. New Zealand is the most geographically isolated of all countries. Closest neighbour Australia is 2,000 km to the northwest of the main islands across the Tasman Sea. The only landmass to the south is Antarctica, and to the north The South Island is the largest land mass, and is divided along its length by the Southern Alps. The dramatic and varied landscape of New Zealand has made it a popular location for the production of television programmes and films, including the Lord of the Rings trilogy. The country has a high standard of living with GDP per capita estimated at $24,100. The population is mostly of European descent, with Māori being the largest minority.
TE KANAWA, KIRI (ILL. MICHAEL FOREMAN), LAND OF THE LONG WHITE CLOUD - Maori Myths, Tales and Legends. Pavilion, London, 1989, a selection of the ancient myths and legends remembered from the authors' childhood, illustrated by the artist Michael Foreman who visited New Zealand at the time of the Te Kanawa clan reunion.
More of Sarah's Story from Around the World
Mahisha - The Fierce Buffalo Demon from India
Mahisha, the fierce
buffalo demon, was on a terrible mission: to conquer the world and rout
the gods. He gored and slashed his way through battle after battle. The
gods retired; the monster ruled — until a stupendous sound shook
the earth.Durga spoke!The great goddess
had sprung forth full-grown, created by the energy of the gods, who knew
Mahisha could only be killed by a woman. Durga roared her challenge to
Mahisha; the buffalo demon was enraged!
The red-robed goddess
charged into battle on her magnificent lion. Her 18 arms whirled furiously
overhead, each one brandishing some weapon of the gods: a thunderbolt,
a trident, a bow and arrow, a rope of snakes. The buffalo demon quickly
changed shapes. He became a lion, a warrior, an elephant; Durga slew each
of his demon forms. Mahisha was no match for the mighty goddess. She was
beautiful, invincible, fearless. Mahisha was forced to assume his monstrous
buffalo shape again. He hurled mountains at the goddess. Durga dodged
his attack — and then leaped up and cut off the buffalo demon's head!
Most
of India's myths, like the story of Durga, are part of Hinduism, one of
the world's oldest religions. Hindu beliefs and myths are driven by two
very powerful forces: creation and destruction. Everything in the cosmos,
even gods and goddesses, spirals through an everlasting cycle of birth,
death or dissolution, and reincarnation.In Hinduism, Durga (Sanskrit: "the
inaccessible", Bengali: ) is a form of Devi, the supreme goddess. She
is sometimes referred[attribution needed] to as the mother of
Kartikeya, and Ganesha only.
Durga is depicted as a warrior woman riding a lion or a tiger with
multiple hands carrying weapons and assuming mudras, or symbolic hand
gestures. This form of the Goddess is the embodiment of feminine and
creative energy (Shakti). From
Wikipedia, the free encyclopediaThe Worship of Durga
The 4 day Durga Puja is the biggest annual festival in Bengal and
other parts of Eastern India, but it is celebrated in various forms
throughout the Hindu universe.
The day of Durga's victory is celebrated as Vijaya Dashami (East and
South India), Dashain (Nepal) or Dussehra (North India) - these words
literally mean "the tenth" (day), vijaya means "of-victory". In
Kashmir she is worshipped as shaarika (the main temple is in Hari
Parbat in Srinagar).
The actual period of the worship however may be on the preceding nine
days followed by the last day called Vijayadashami in North India or
five days in Bengal, (from the sixth to tenth day of the waxing-moon
fortnight). Nine aspects of Durga known as Navadurga are meditated
upon, one by one during the nine-day
festival by devout shakti
worshippers.
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Fifteen wonderful Indian Rhymes for you to enjoy.
Sarah's Stories from Around the World Aboriginal Tales & Legends
Piggi-Billa The Porcupine (Echidna) Australia
Piggi-Billa was getting old and not able to do much hunting for himself. Nor did he care so much for the flesh of emu and kangaroo as he did for the flesh of men.
He used to entice young men to his camp by various devices, and then kill and eat them. At last the Daens found out what he was doing. They were very angry, and determined to punish him.
We will kill or cripple him, they said, so that he, giant though he be, shall be powerless against our people.
He was lying asleep, face downwards, as he did not wish his Doowi, or dream spirit, to leave him, as it might have done had he slept on his back, with his mouth open.
In his sleep even he seemed to hear a rustling in the leaves, but suspected no evil, saying drowsily to himself, It is but the Bulla Bulla, or butterflies, fluttering round.
Then he slept on while his enemies closed in round him.
Raising their spears, with one accord they threw them at him, until his back was one mass of them sticking up all over it.
Then the Daens rushed in, and broke his arms and legs, with their boondis and woggoras, or wooden battle axes, crippling him indeed. As he made neither sound nor movement, they thought they had killed him, and went back, satisfied with their vengeance, to the camp, meaning to return for their weapons later.
As soon as the Daens were gone, Piggi-billa crawled away on all fours to the underground home of his friend Murga Muggai the spider. Down he went through the trapdoor, and there he stayed until his wounds were healed.
He tried to draw out the spears but was unable to do so; they stayed in his back for ever, and for ever he went on all fours, as his tribe has done ever since. They, too, as he did, go quickly underground if in danger from enemies.
This is another little tale that Sarah found whilst she was in Australia, it to is about The Porcupine. Read on and enjoy.
The Porcupine and Goanna Tribes
The Porcupine and Goanna Tribes were friends and the men would often
hunt together, even though the Porcupine Tribe were very proud and did
everything they were supposed to and the Goannas were very sly, cunning
and lazy lot. Now
there came a time when food was scarce, so they had to walk, for many
days to hunt for food. Finally the Porcupines made a kill, the Goannas,
seeing the chance of free food said, "You have a rest while we prepare
the food, you have done your share." Soon the Porcupines were fast
asleep and as soon as the Goannas saw this they loaded the food and
proceeded to steal it away.Porcupines woke as the Goannas were disappearing into the trees. Seeing this they jumped up and grabbed a burning stick from the
fire and chased the Goannas, hitting them on the back , leaving a pattern that is still seen there today.
Sarah Sage Travels to Mexico for our next story MYTHS AND STORIES The Smiling Rabbit
An old man and his wife lived in a little house made of straw. They were very poor and all they owned were a rabbit and a young jaguar. When the old couple used up their last ear of corn, they decided to eat the rabbit and started heating water to cook him. When he saw that, the jaguar said to the rabbit:
"You won't get out of this one. The old people are going to eat you and they will give me a piece."
"No, my jaguar friend," said the rabbit "the old folk are heating water to make hot chocolate for breakfast."
"That's not true, they are heating the water to cook you."
The Rabbit looked at him and smiled. "Not at all and what is more, I can prove it. Get into my cage and you'll see; they'll give you the first chocolate.
The trusting jaguar went into the cage, the rabbit closed it and ran off.
A long time went by and the jaguar tired of waiting for the old people to bring him his chocolate, then he realized that the rabbit had tricked him so he broke the cage and went after him.
After walking and walking, he found the rabbit in a cave of the kind they call sahkaberas (these are caves where people mine the white earth). He was very angry and he showed his teeth as he said: "I caught you, rabbit! I'm going to eat you." The rabbit answered him straight away.
"What's the matter, my friend, what are you talking about? I don't think I know you. Now I have lived here for a long time and as you can see I am very busy? Can't you see my house is falling down."
The jaguar frowned, "Oh so you are not the rabbit who tricked me?"
"Of course not! But please help me. Lean against this wall while I go get a log to hold it up and keep it from falling. whatever you do don't let go or it might crush you.
So the jaguar stood on his hind legs and held up the wall. A long time went by and the jaguar was tired and then once more he realized that he had been tricked again. Once more he took off after the deceitful rabbit, even angrier than the time before. This time he found him hanging from an elastic vine that made him go up and down. The rabbit was so happy thinking of how he had fooled the jaguar that he didn't notice when the jaguar took a great leap, pulled on the vine with all his strength and then suddenly let go. The rabbit went up and up through the air holding his belly and laughing, and finally he reached the moon. That is why on nights when the moon is full and red you can still see the rabbit bending over holding his stomach with laughter.
Source: CONAFE, Así cuentan y juegan en el Mayab, Mexico, 1993.
This story is from the state of Yucatán, one of the places inhabited by the Mayan Indians. To this day, Mexican children see a rabbit in the moon, though children of other cultures believe there is a man there, or that the moon is made of cheese.
Traditional Chinese Nursery Rhyme
Hong Ching-Ting
Hong ching-ting.
Ching ching ting.
Shih shang ching ching ting,
Shui shang ching ching ting,
Feng li ching ching ting.
Translation to English: Red Dragonflies Red Dragonflies Gently stop. On the rocks gently they stop, On the water gently they stop, In the breeze gently they stop.
If you go to the Local New Page I have put on there a link to an "ORIGAMI" site that makes the most beautiful "origami" creatures and other things. I am sure you will love it. Diddily
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A Small Chinese Fable
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course , the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream, "I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house." The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them." "For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house." Each of us has our own unique flaw.. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
So, to all my friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
Welcome the Wealth God
Happy New Year! (Yes, we are still saying it, because the celebration
of the Chinese New Year is really a month-long event. You can keep
saying this at least until the 15th of the Chinese New Year--which is
also known as the Lantern Festival.) On the 5th day of the
Chinese New Year, which traditionally is the day when businesses reopen
after their New Year break, and they welcome the arrival of the Wealth
God.
To welcome the Wealth God, yet even more firecrackers are lit, another
round of feasting is held, and street-kids used to go around businesses
handing out little pieces of paper that has the name of the Wealth God
written on it, and the business owners will "receive" the Wealth God
and give the kids the lucky money in return. A bit like the Carol Singers and Penny for the Guy in the UK and Trick or Treat in the USA