What did you like best about our MAD ABOUT SCIENCE
WEEKEND? What field of science did you like best?
Did you have a special friend or did someone do something
nice for
you that you would like to share with everyone?
Thought 3 – Climb Till Your
Dreams Come True
Reader 3 – Often your tasks will be many and more than you think
you can do. Often the road will be rugged and the hills
insurmountable too.
Reader 4 – But always remember, the hills ahead are never as
steep as they seem and with faith in your heart start
upward and climb till you reach your dream.
Reader 5 – For nothing in life that is worthy is ever too hard to
achieve, if you have the courage to try it and you have
the faith to believe.
Reader 6 – For faith is a force that is greater than knowledge or
power or skill and many defects turn to triumph if you
trust in our Creator’s wisdom and will.
Reader 7 – For faith is a mover of mountains, there’s nothing that
our Creator cannot do. So start out today with faith in
your heart and climb till your dreams come true.
- Helen Steiner Rice
Reader 8 – Use what talents you possess. The woods would be
very silent if no birds sang except those who sang
best.
Reader 9 - Final Thought - The future belongs to those who
believe in the beauty of their dreams
– Eleanor Rossevelt
Song - We Can Make a Difference
I can make a difference, yes I can;
I can be a friend and lend a hand;
I can make a choice and take a stand,
And I can change the world! Oh,
I can make a difference; yes I can;
I can be a friend and lend a hand;
I can make a choice to take a stand,
And I can change the world!
You can make a difference, yes it’s true;
You can choose the things you say and do;
You can help the earth and people too,
And you can change the world! Oh,
You can make a difference, yes it’s true;
You can choose the things you say and do;
You can help the earth and people too,
And you can change the world.
We can make a difference if we try;
We can work together, you and I;
We can do our part so by and by
We can change the world! Oh,
We can make a difference if we try;
We can work together, you and I;
We can do our part so by and by
We can change the world! Oh,
We can change it;
Yes, we can change it;
We can change the world!
YES WE CAN!
Song - Listen to the Earth – (4-Part Round)
Listen to the Earth; it’s singing to me.
Hear all nature’s harmony.
Waterfalls and raindrops,
Wind and sea
Sing the song of the Earth to me.
I eat from the dish of the world
Trees, fields, flowers
I drink from the glass of space
Blue sea, sky
I pour the sky over me
In blue showers
Look! I light up the day with my eyes.
God gave me eyes that I might see
The wonder of a blossoming tree,
My mother’s face, a storybook
And how the various creatures look.
God gave me ears that I might hear
The laugh of brooklets ringing clear,
My kitten’s purr, a violin and Mother,
When she calls me in.
God gave me a nose that I might learn
The perfume of each flower in turn,
Of fragrant foods prepared to eat,
The dusty smell of new cut wheat.
God gave me a tongue that I might know
The flavor of all fruits that grow
The taste of honey from the bee
And the good things Mother cook for me.
God gave me a sense of touch that I might
Do my work, feel wind pass by,
Might know the sun’s caressing heat
And dust roads beneath my feet.
I thank You, God, for making me
So that I hear and feel and see;
And since these dear gifts come from You –
I’ll use them as You’d want me to.
Song - Morning Has Broken
Morning has broken like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, Praise for the morning,
Praise for them, springing fresh from the word.
Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dew fall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where God’s feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight, Mine is the morning,
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, Praise every morning,
God’s recreation of the new day.
Morning has broken like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, Praise for the morning,
Praise for them, springing fresh from the word.
God and Beauty – Discussion and Sharing
A poet telling the story of a blind ploughman, ends with these words:
“. . . God, who took away my eyes, That my soul might see.”
The ploughman had discovered a lot of things he had never known before when he had had his
eyesight.
Have you discovered anything this weekend in camp in the past few days because you have eyes
to see and ears to hear some of God’s beauty in nature? Have you watched
the sunrise or set, and see the tremendous harmony of color flooding the sky? Have
you lain on your back on the ground and watched billowy white clouds floating by in a deep blue sky? Have you heard the strange calls of unknown birds, or the chatter of chipmunks, or have you examined the
waxy petals of some unusual flower deep in the bush?
Besides getting along with others in camp, besides being friendly and considerate and unselfish,
if you want to get the most out of camp, you will have be alert to see and hear all that nature has to offer. There are a lot of people with eyes wide open who are still “blind” to beauty.
We will enjoy the beauties of nature more if we keep our eyes open. Every bird, every flower, every blade of grass can speak to us of God’s care and love.
O Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds,
Whose breath gives life to the world, hear me.
I am small and weak.
I need your strength and your wisdom.
May I walk in beauty.
Make my eyes ever hold the red and purple sunset.
May my hands respect the things you have made
And my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may know the things you
Have taught your children,
The lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
Make me strong not to be superior to my sisters
But to be able to fight my greatest enemy . . . myself.
Make me ever ready to come to you
With straight eyes,
So that when life fades as the fading sunset,
My spirit will come to you without shame.
- Translated from the Sioux
May the peace of the forest, the song of the birds,
The inspiration of the hills, the warmth of the sun,
The strength of the trees, the fragrance of the flowers,
The joy of the wind, the calm of the lake,
In all of which is the creator of all good things,
Be in your hearts today and always.
- Alan MacFarlan
Rivers that sparkle and rush along free,
Forests so tall and green.
Dressed in her finery Canada fair,
None are as lucky as we.
Chorus: Ahhhhhh, Walk around, look around,
Take the time to say:
How lucky I am that I live in this land
Of Canada today.
All kinds of people from faraway lands
Blended into one.
Customs and cultures we’re willing to share
As true Canadians.
Pioneers suffered to settle this land;
The New World was its name.
Fairness and freedom they wanted for all,
Let’s live us to what they claim.
Miles of highway are ours to explore,
An every changing view;
Four different seasons we know and enjoy,
Whether rich we be or poor.
Song - Listen to the Earth – (4-Part Round)
Listen to the Earth; it’s singing to me.
Hear all nature’s harmony.
Waterfalls and raindrops, wind and sea
Sing the song of the Earth to me.
Sharing of the Medicine Spirit Stones
Inspired by the native hieroglyphic art, these stones retain healing properties
and spiritual qualities. The bearer of the stone can use its positive energies to create a balance in their own lives.
Reading - The Ten Commandments
1. Treat the Earth, and
Everything that lives on it, with Respect
2. Remain Close to the
Great Spirit
3. Always remember to
give Thanks
4. Show Great Respect
for our Fellow Beings
5. Work Together for
the Benefit of All Mankind
6. Do what we Know is
Right
7. Look after the Well-Being
of our Body, Mind and Spirit
8. Dedicate a Share of
our efforts for the Greater Good
9. Be Truthful and Honest
in All Things
10. Take Responsibility for our Actions
As I walk, as I walk
The universe is walking with me
In beauty it
walks before me
In beauty it walks behind me
In beauty it walks below me
In beauty it walks above me
Beauty
is on every side
As I walk, I walk with Beauty.
-
Traditional Navajo Prayer
How can we buy the sky?" Chief Seattle began.
"How can you own the wind?
Every part of this earth is sacred.
Every pine needle.
Every sandy shore.
Every mist in the dark woods.
We are part of
the earth and the earth is part of us.
The air is precious.
It shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
The wind that gave
me my first breath also received my last sigh.
This we know: the earth does not belong to us.
We belong to the earth.
The earth is our mother.
What befalls the earth befalls all the son daughters of the earth.
All
things are connected like the blood that unites us.
We did not weave the web of life.
We are merely a strand in it.
Wherever we do to the web, we do to ourselves"
-
Chief Seattle
Reading - Wearer of the Magic Moccasins – C.C.A. Magazine April 1958
An Indian Legend whose charm and philosophy are transposed to our own way
of living, in a way campers can easily grasp.
Moccasins are the shoes of the bush and the canoe, the shoes of the forest
children.
Those who wear moccasins go about quietly, disturbing little, allowing the
wearer to see and to hear all about him, unafraid.
Those who come to wear the Magic Moccasins, get to know the secret places,
hear the unfamiliar sounds, the feel of new things, the smell and taste of the unusual.
The Magic Moccasins take you to all the varied loveliness of living things
which God has created in this, your homeland.
The Magic Moccasins will carry you along through lakes and streams, lines
with the many shades of the green of trees; decorated along the edges with flaming cardinal flowers, iris, and purple joepie
weed; covered with yellow and white water lilies.
The Magic Moccasins will carry you to the highest places, where you can
look to the far horizon; to the very edge of the dome of the cloudless sky; where you can look down into the echoing valleys
and into the shadow less blue of deep water.
The Wearers will come to know the busy ways of the beaver, the slow, uncaring
way of the porky, the stately way of the skunk, the inquisitive, noisy manners of the raccoon, the scurrying, chattering way
of the squirrels and chipmunks. Like Hiawatha, you will come to call all manner of living creatures, Brother!
If you put on these Magic Moccasins, you will find the cool valleys, where
the light-footed deer stand among small birches and massive basswoods; and the hot, bare hillsides, where the ant-tunneled
stumps linger, showing the marks of the hungry bear.
Hear at camp, we would want you to become the Wearers of the Magic Moccasins,
so that you can romp joyously through the days, aware of all the living world about you, pausing to marvel at the beauty and
the wonder and the liveliness of it all.
Be ye Wearers of the Magic Moccasins in the bush-land of your homeland in
these, the Moons of wintertime!
Rivers that sparkle and rush along free,
Forests so tall and green.
Dressed in her finery Canada fair,
None are as lucky as we.
Chorus: Ahhhhhh, Walk around, look around,
Take the time to say:
How lucky I am that I live in this land
Of Canada today.
All kinds of people from faraway lands
Blended into one.
Customs and cultures we’re willing to share
As true Canadians.
Pioneers suffered to settle this land;
The New World was its name.
Fairness and freedom they wanted for all,
Let’s live us to what they claim.
Miles of highway are ours to explore,
An every changing view;
Four different seasons we know and enjoy,
Whether rich we be or poor.
You are all children of the forest, great creations of the Creator.
Let’s each take the opportunity to express what we are truly thankful
for this weekend.
(Group Sharing – go around the circle)
Reading - Oh Great Spirit
Whose voice I hear in the wind,
Whose breath gives life to the world,
Hear me!
I come to you as one of your many children.
I am small and weak.
I need your strength and wisdom.
May I walk in beauty.
Make my eyes behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things that you
have made,
And my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may know the things
That you have taught
your children--
The lessons that you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
Make me strong, not to be superior to my
brothers, but to be
able to fight my greatest enemy: myself.
Make me ever ready to come to you with straight eyes,
so that
When life fades as the faded sunset
My spirit will come to you without shame.
-
John Yellow Lark
Earth Teach Me to Remember
Earth teach me stillness
As the grasses are stilled with light.
Earth teach me suffering
As old stones suffer with memory.
Earth teach me humility
As blossoms are humble with beginning.
Earth teach me caring
As the mother who secures her young.
Earth teach me courage
As the tree which stands alone.
Earth teach me limitation
As the ant which crawls on the ground.
Earth teach me freedom
As the eagle which soars in the sky.
Earth teach me resignation
As the leaves which die in the fall.
Earth teach me regeneration
As the seed which rises in the spring.
Earth teach me to forget myself
As melted snow forgets its life.
Earth teach me to remember kindness
As dry fields weep in the rain.
Born in the mountains, the wind blowing free;
Given by nature the wisdom to see,
Power to heal, and the strength to command;
Child of our native land.
Chorus: Like the eagle, be strong,
Like the eagle, see far,
Like the eagle live long.
When we come together in harmony,
Like the eagle, we’ll be strong and free.
Circling and wheeling and climbing the sky;
Looking at life with a far seeing eye,
Searching and seeking and finding it there;
Spirit of Earth and Air.
One sky above us and one earth below;
Life all around us in things that we know.
Nothing to shadow the light of the sun;
Everywhere, we are one.
The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile,
nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when you discover that someone else believes
in you and is willing to trust you with a friendship. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
Song - Being a Guide With You
We'll have a good time, singing a song,
Learning new things as we travel along.
Well it's such a lot of fun being a Guide with you.
Make some good friends, try something new,
I'm doing new things I never thought I could do
And it's such a lot of fun being a Guide with you.
Being a Guide means being a friend,
Working together until the day's end,
Laughing along, singing a song, sharing a dream or two.
The future is ours; it's just round the bend
I know I'm prepared and I've got a friend
And it's such a lot of fun being a Guide with you.
Being a Guide means lending a hand
And being a Guide means taking a stand.
Spreading goodwill all over the land.
Making our dreams come true.
I'm singing it loud, I'm singing it clear,
'Cause I've got a message I want you to hear
And it's such a lot of fun being a Guide with you
Oh yeah, being a Guide:
Well it's ever so much fun being a Guide with you.
Together
we stand strong able to meet each day.
It
is true, though that each left to herself will find it easy to sway.
Let
us look at the tree which stands strong in the face of wind and rain.
Because
each part of the tree does its part that tree can stand under strain.
The
leaf on the tree depends upon the twig which connects it to the branch of the tree.
The
twig is dependent upon the branch and branch is supported by the trunk; it is that way with you and with me.
The
trunk needs the roots and the roots need the soil for nutrients to sustain the trees growth through good times and bad.
With
all of these working with each other this is the secret to sustaining life and without this teamwork the outcome would be
eternally sad.
Keep
in mind that the leaf depends upon the twig and each part of the growing tree. But each of these depends upon the leaf
for without the air they could not be.
If
we stand and work for each other it is good for each has something to give. This is how life on Earth is sustained and
part of our reason to live.
Sister, sister walk with me
I’ll walk with you if you’ll walk with me
I’ll walk with you if you’ll walk with me
Sister won’t you walk won’t you walk with me.
Sister, sister sing with me
I’ll sing with you if you’ll sing with me
I’ll sing with you if you’ll sing with me
Sister won’t you sing won’t you sing with me.
Sister, sister camp with me
I’ll camp with you if you’ll camp with me
I’ll camp with you if you’ll camp with me
Sister won’t you camp won’t you camp with me.
Sister, sister remember me
I’ll remember you if you’ll remember me
I’ll remember you if you’ll remember me
Sister don’t forget don’t you forget me.
The Art of Giving (Wilfred A.
Peterson)
We
give of ourselves when we give gifts of the heart:
Love,
kindness, joy, understanding, sympathy, tolerance, forgiveness.
We
give of ourselves when we give gifts of the mind:
Ideas, dreams, purposes, ideals, principles, plans, projects, poetry.
We
give of ourselves when we give gifts of the spirit: Prayer, vision, beauty, aspiration, peace, faith.
We
give of ourselves when we give the gift of words: Encouragement, inspiration, guidance.
Emerson
said it well:
"Rings and jewels are not gifts, but apologies for gifts.
The only true gift is a portion of thyself."
The Story of Two Very Different
Sisters (Laurel
Atherton)
One is here, one lives there. One is a little taller
than the other. Two different colors of hair, two different outlooks on life, two very different views from their windows.
Both have different tomorrows ahead. Each is unique in so many ways. Each has her own story, with all the busy things going
on in the present. Each has a separate destination and a distinctly different path to get there. But...
For all the
things that might be different and unique about them... these two sisters will always share so much. They will always be the
best of family and friends, entwined together, through all the days of their lives. Their love will always be very special:
gentle and joyful when it can be, strong and giving when it needs to be, reminding them, no matter how different their stories
turn out... they share the incredibly precious gift of being "sisters." And when you think of some of the best things this
world has to offer, a blessing like that is really... what it's all about.
This
little Guiding light of mine
I'm
gonna let it shine
This
little Guiding light of mine
I'm
gonna let it shine
This
little Guiding light of mine
I'm
gonna let it shine
Let it shine, all the time, let it shine
Hide it under a bushel, oh, no
I'm gonna let it shine
Hide it under a bushel, oh, no
I'm gonna let it shine
Hide it under a bushel, oh, no
I'm gonna let it shine
Let it shine, all the time, let it shine
Take my little light round the world
I'm gonna let it shine
Take my little light round the world
I'm gonna let it shine
Take my little light round the world
I'm gonna let it shine
Let it shine, all the time, let it shine
Don't you blow my little light out
I'm gonna let it shine
Don't you blow my little light out
I'm gonna let it shine
Don't you blow my little light out
I'm gonna let it shine
Let it shine, all the time, let it shine
