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PENNY PRUDENCE
The Rainbow Bridge
The
Rainbow Bridge is a place which is often referred to by people whose pets have
died.
It is a small story that was written some time
between 1980 and 1992, which has gained wide popularity amongst animal
lovers who have lost a pet, especially in America.
Although
no major religion specifically refers to such a place for pets, the
belief shows similarities with the Bifröst Bridge of Norse Mythology.
The Bifrost Bridge (Also known as "The Rainbow Bridge") is the bridge
that connects Asgard to Earth. It is how gods and other Asgardian
creatures travel between the two worlds.
There are many other Myths and Legends about the Bifrost Bridge, but they bear no real comparison with the Childrens Rainbow Bridge for their Pets to travel to the other side.
Rainbow Bridge is a place which is often referred to by people whose pets have
died.
It is a small story that was written some time
between 1980 and 1992, which has gained wide popularity amongst animal
lovers who have lost a pet, especially in America.
Although
no major religion specifically refers to such a place for pets, the
belief shows similarities with the Bifröst Bridge of Norse Mythology.
The Bifrost Bridge (Also known as "The Rainbow Bridge") is the bridge
that connects Asgard to Earth. It is how gods and other Asgardian
creatures travel between the two worlds.
There are many other Myths and Legends about the Bifrost Bridge, but they bear no real comparison with the Childrens Rainbow Bridge for their Pets to travel to the other side.
This is the story I like best
Far away above the trees, where only the rainbow goes, there is a beautiful green meadow. But this is no ordinary meadow, this is a special place where all the creatures of the earth might cross to get to the Rainbow Bridge that leads them to heaven.
It is such a wonderful place that no matter how old ar ill it may have been this side of the meadow, as it crosses the meadow and then crosses the bridge, all is made whole again. Here is the place that the pet can wait until their owner is ready to come and join them once more.
When that day comes, the pet somehow knows that they are coming and they run back over the bridge and wait patiently until there owner arrives and they are reunited, never to be parted again.
I like to think that if the owner was a horrible person and mistreated the animal that , that owner wouldn't be allowed to cross the Bright Green Meadow, for I am sure there is no place over the Rainbow Bridge for the cruel and the unkind.
Thursday, 13 August 2009
From Here to There and Back again with Diddilydeedot : Blog
From Here to There and Back again with Diddilydeedot : BlogIN TAIWAN
Follow the winding road and turn off by the ancient temple. Past the pigs and geese, past the manic dog, lips drawn back and snarling, in his iron cage, if you're lucky.
Then past the womb-shaped burial plots of the two cemeteries where families come to remember and feast their dead, burning fat sticks of smoky incense to carry their prayers to heaven. Leaving offerings of wine, rice-cakes and fruit, which the dogs will come to consume in the evening or the next day; leaving lavish hell-money for elder brothers, sons, fathers, daughters and grandmothers to spend in the afterlife.
On and past the wet emerald rice-paddies, bordered by thickets of young and old bamboo that creaks and snaps in the afternoon breeze; over the crumbling old stone bridge in its patchwork of yellow l
ichen and moss, beneath which the silver stream gurgles and splashes over miniature forests and kingdoms, set in clear sunlit pools where dragon flies hover in a gauzy, jewel-winged ballet.
Lizards bask immobile in the heat, past a lone, sprawling farmhouse, where an old Chinaman sits playing loud pi pa music on a record player filling the valley with sound. Past the red and black lacquered wayside Taoist shrine with its friendly little stove and blocks of green and black tea for travellers to refresh themselves, and up, up, up the narrow winding track that skirts the edge of the hills, where tiered conifers lift redolent trunks and sheaves of needles to the sky; past secluded sylvan glades full of golden sunlight and silence, where white and turquoise butterflies cluster over tiny yellow and pink flowers, their billowy soft wings lavishly painted with suns, eyes, and moons that blink and wink and glitter in the scented air.
The quiet crowns of rounded hills carpeted in pine needles, guarded by the sentinel trees that softly commune with each other or gently sway in deep arboreal meditation, nodding beneath the noon day sun, or wide awake beneath frosty stars.
On, finally, past the clear blue tarn of the mountain lake; extended and dammed to make a reservoir, where wooden statues of Gods and Immortals, guardians of the popular lake-side tea-house, are reflected upside down in the mirrors of the untrou
bled water; brightly painted in ceremonial colours of crimson, viridian green, cobalt blue, yellow and gold.
Coming down again, I disturb a long fat snake sunning itself on the road, its dusky scaled body as thick as my arm, it coils lazily into the undergrowth and I continue my descent.
Baguio City. Michael Willowdown© <
Then past the womb-shaped burial plots of the two cemeteries where families come to remember and feast their dead, burning fat sticks of smoky incense to carry their prayers to heaven. Leaving offerings of wine, rice-cakes and fruit, which the dogs will come to consume in the evening or the next day; leaving lavish hell-money for elder brothers, sons, fathers, daughters and grandmothers to spend in the afterlife.
On and past the wet emerald rice-paddies, bordered by thickets of young and old bamboo that creaks and snaps in the afternoon breeze; over the crumbling old stone bridge in its patchwork of yellow l
ichen and moss, beneath which the silver stream gurgles and splashes over miniature forests and kingdoms, set in clear sunlit pools where dragon flies hover in a gauzy, jewel-winged ballet. Lizards bask immobile in the heat, past a lone, sprawling farmhouse, where an old Chinaman sits playing loud pi pa music on a record player filling the valley with sound. Past the red and black lacquered wayside Taoist shrine with its friendly little stove and blocks of green and black tea for travellers to refresh themselves, and up, up, up the narrow winding track that skirts the edge of the hills, where tiered conifers lift redolent trunks and sheaves of needles to the sky; past secluded sylvan glades full of golden sunlight and silence, where white and turquoise butterflies cluster over tiny yellow and pink flowers, their billowy soft wings lavishly painted with suns, eyes, and moons that blink and wink and glitter in the scented air.
The quiet crowns of rounded hills carpeted in pine needles, guarded by the sentinel trees that softly commune with each other or gently sway in deep arboreal meditation, nodding beneath the noon day sun, or wide awake beneath frosty stars.
On, finally, past the clear blue tarn of the mountain lake; extended and dammed to make a reservoir, where wooden statues of Gods and Immortals, guardians of the popular lake-side tea-house, are reflected upside down in the mirrors of the untrou
bled water; brightly painted in ceremonial colours of crimson, viridian green, cobalt blue, yellow and gold.Coming down again, I disturb a long fat snake sunning itself on the road, its dusky scaled body as thick as my arm, it coils lazily into the undergrowth and I continue my descent.
Baguio City. Michael Willowdown© <
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog
SONG'S ETERNITY
What is song's eternity?
Come and see.
Can it noise and bustle be?
Come and see.
Praises sung or praises said
Can it be?
Wait awhile and these are dead --
Sigh, sigh;
Be they high or lowly bred They die.
What is song's eternity?
Come and see.
Melodies of earth and sky,
Song once sung to Adam's ears
Can it be?
Ballads of six thousand years
Thrive, thrive;
Songs awaken with the spheres
Alive.
Come and see.
Melodies of earth and sky,
Here they be.
Song once sung to Adam's ears
Can it be?
Ballads of six thousand years
Thrive, thrive;
Songs awaken with the spheres
Alive.
Mighty songs that miss decay,
Crowds and cities pass away
Like a day.
Books are out and books are read;
Years will lay them with the dead --
Sigh, sigh;
Trifles unto nothing wed,
They die.
What are they?
Crowds and cities pass away
Like a day.
Books are out and books are read;
What are they?
Years will lay them with the dead --
Sigh, sigh;
Trifles unto nothing wed,
They die.
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog
I Saw a Peacock, with a Fiery Tail
I Saw a Peacock, with a fiery tail,
I saw a Blazing Comet, drop down hail,
I saw a Cloud, with Ivy circled round,
I saw a sturdy Oak, creep on the ground,
I saw a Pismire, swallow up a Whale,
I saw a raging Sea, brim full of Ale,
I saw a Venice Glass, Sixteen foot deep,
I saw a well, full of mens tears that weep,
I saw their eyes, all in a flame of fire,
I saw a House, as big as the Moon and higher,
I saw the Sun, even in the midst of night,
I saw the man, that saw this wondrous sight.
Read this carefully mummy. Nobody knows who wrote it but it has been dated at about the 1660's
It is a kind of puzzle within a poem, a lesson on the importance of
punctuation. As you can see, it only has one fullstop.
But if you
punctuate it with a full stop, or a comma in the middle of each line, it
makes perfect sense. "I saw a peacock." "With a fiery tail I saw a
comet."
But the pictures that become visible are amazing.
I Saw a Peacock, with a Fiery Tail
I Saw a Peacock, with a fiery tail,
I saw a Blazing Comet, drop down hail,
I saw a Cloud, with Ivy circled round,
I saw a sturdy Oak, creep on the ground,
I saw a Pismire, swallow up a Whale,
I saw a raging Sea, brim full of Ale,
I saw a Venice Glass, Sixteen foot deep,
I saw a well, full of mens tears that weep,
I saw their eyes, all in a flame of fire,
I saw a House, as big as the Moon and higher,
I saw the Sun, even in the midst of night,
I saw the man, that saw this wondrous sight.
Read this carefully mummy. Nobody knows who wrote it but it has been dated at about the 1660's
It is a kind of puzzle within a poem, a lesson on the importance of
punctuation. As you can see, it only has one fullstop.
But if you
punctuate it with a full stop, or a comma in the middle of each line, it
makes perfect sense. "I saw a peacock." "With a fiery tail I saw a
comet."
But the pictures that become visible are amazing.
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Enjoy this new tale by willowdown, do go to Diddilydeedot's dreamland, where the post is far better than on here.
Dozy Dora's Kitten. [Photo]
Playing with a little kitten Dozy Dora lost her knitting.
Before too long the cat went missing, leaving
Dora clucking, fussing.
If her hearing had been better she might have heard it gently snoring- curled up in a half-finished mitten.[Photo] Oh where is that knitting?she swore and she cussed,pulling her hair until it was mussed.
It was not until late the next morning she looked in a drawer for a shilling to pay a man at the door and there was the knitting and in it the kitten,the end of the wool all caught up in its claws!
Carefully she unravelled it,anxious not to make it skit but intent as she was on her lip-biting task she quite forgot the waiting milkman[Photo]and rap, rap, rap, he struck her knocker[Photo]and up jumped Puss, his two eyes round.
In a flash he was out of the drawer running as he hit the ground,half a mile outside the pound,[Photo]Dozy Dora's unravelled mitten trailing out behind him.
Playing with a little kitten Dozy Dora lost her knitting.
Before too long the cat went missing, leaving
Dora clucking, fussing.
If her hearing had been better she might have heard it gently snoring- curled up in a half-finished mitten.[Photo] Oh where is that knitting?she swore and she cussed,pulling her hair until it was mussed.
It was not until late the next morning she looked in a drawer for a shilling to pay a man at the door and there was the knitting and in it the kitten,the end of the wool all caught up in its claws!
Carefully she unravelled it,anxious not to make it skit but intent as she was on her lip-biting task she quite forgot the waiting milkman[Photo]and rap, rap, rap, he struck her knocker[Photo]and up jumped Puss, his two eyes round.
In a flash he was out of the drawer running as he hit the ground,half a mile outside the pound,[Photo]Dozy Dora's unravelled mitten trailing out behind him.
Monday, 3 August 2009
From Here to There and Back again with Diddilydeedot : Blog
From Here to There and Back again with Diddilydeedot : Blog
HOMEPAGE ONE
HERE TO THERE AND BACK AGAIN
WITH DIDDILY DEE DOT
Stats for this year only 920,257
Hello and welcome to Diddily Dee Dot's Journey round the World.
Unfortunately I haven't got Michael Palin's budget, otherwise I would have invited you on the trip! As it is though, it is turning out to be a very exhausting journey.
Crikey there are a good few hundred places to visit and even then I think I shall miss quite a few out but I am trying hard to go to most places.
*HUGS* TOTAL!
give Seligor more *HUGS*
Get hugs of your own
HOMEPAGE ONEHERE TO THERE AND BACK AGAIN
WITH DIDDILY DEE DOT
Stats for this year only 920,257
Hello and welcome to Diddily Dee Dot's Journey round the World.
Unfortunately I haven't got Michael Palin's budget, otherwise I would have invited you on the trip! As it is though, it is turning out to be a very exhausting journey.
Crikey there are a good few hundred places to visit and even then I think I shall miss quite a few out but I am trying hard to go to most places.
*HUGS* TOTAL!
give Seligor more *HUGS*
Get hugs of your own
I am always changing the music so don't be amazed if
new things pop up now and then on the video screens xxx Seli xxx
new things pop up now and then on the video screens xxx Seli xxx
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