Author: kindergartenknowledge
Super Engaging Book #6
A Wonderful Children’s Book… It’s Raining, It’s Pouring
Featuring “It’s Raining” (on CD) by Peter, Paul and Mary
Book Release Date: July 1, 2012
Original Recording of “It’s Raining”, 1962
It’s Raining, It’s Pouring.
Illustrated by Christine Davenier
Two years ago, I happened to find this book and CD combination when wandering through the children’s area at Barnes & Noble. I was not aware of the book when it was first published in 2012. I missed two years of watching my children at school become totally enchanted by the song and the whimsical, child-like illustrations.
The entire class was singing the song within two days. They would ask every day if we could sing and read what the class called…
The Rain Song
Honestly, the book’s popularity in my classroom lasted the entire remainder of the school year. The very same reaction occurred this past year…especially on rainy days! The class wrote about the book in their journals, illustrated the book, completed numerous sequence of events projects, discussed the book among themselves… a myriad of activities are possible with It’s Raining, It’s Pouring as the catalyst. The children’s response is the exact result that I would love to have from every book!
The book and the illustrations are truly fun for students and for teachers. The following two paragraphs are portions of Editorial Reviews for It’s Raining, It’s Pouring:
1. Publisher’s Weekly
Davenier’s fluid artwork illustrated the lyrics to Peter, Paul, and Mary’s 1962 recording of “It’s Raining. When rain interrupts a group of kids’ outdoor fun, they head indoors to play hide-and-seek. The folk trio’s lyrics reference the game, and the verses draw in other nursery rhymes (Hey Diddle Diddle; Star Light, Star Bright). One child reads in bed to the ailing “old man” (Grandpa) who bumped his head on a flowerpot. A sweet-natured interpretation with a happy ending…Grandpa is certainly capable of getting up in the morning!
2. School Library Journal
This cozy picture book illustrates the classic song. The appropriately watery, dreamy “illustrations corresponds perfectly with” the lyrics, creating a variety of side stories for readers to enjoy. When the rain starts, Grandpa bumps his head. Meanwhile, Grandma bakes an apple pie and kids peek out from every corner of the delightful house in an indoor game of hide-and-seek. Colorful watercolors provide appealing details and perspectives. The CD features this song and two others, and the illustrations work beautifully with the haunting melody. Both the book and the “new” recording fortunately omit the song’s orginal very sad verse: “Lady Bug, Lady Bug, fly away home, etc.
As Kirkus Reviews states: The original song with its three-part “harmony” is deliciously imagined on these pages. I totally agree with the reviewers and recommend this book for children, teachers, parents, grandparents, and those who love children’s books like I do. Sometimes a children’s book will bring back such happy memories of your own childhood experiences. After I heard this book the first time, I remembered playing hide-and-seek with my cousins at our grandparent’s home. I even remembered the magnolia tree in the front yard, the driveway, and the white two story house across the street. I had not thought about playing at “MeMa and PePa’s” house for years. I loved that house on Noel Drive and I love this book for bringing joy to my class and remembered joy to me!
My Falling Down Mistakes.
Response to Daily Prompt: Mistake
I am not even embarrassed by falling anymore. Why bother? I am eventually going to fall down again and probably fairly soon. You would think that I would spend so much time being embarrassed. So much wasted time. I might as well keep trying to stay upright. After all…these falling down moments are just mistakes. The sidewalks are making mistakes. The stairs are making mistakes.
Sometimes, just one step up or down can make a mistake. Or maybe…a rug makes a mistake. Rugs are not very dependable. They tend to behave poorly. They get in my way. I am the moving person and rugs are supposed to be rather stagnate objects. Rugs evidently have not received the message.
Or perhaps I have not received the message. I am either incredibly clumsy, possess a short supply of balance, have a short attention span, or I am just talking too much. It is difficult to talk and receive instructions about stairs, slippery floors, or uneven rocks when I have so much that I need to say. I have to step up to the plate and admit that I have a problem.
My problem is that I really do fall A LOT. People who know me really don’t think anything about these mistakes. “Oh…there she is…on the floor again. Don’t worry. She can figure out how to get up.” If I really did badly hurt myself, I would have to either scream louder than a baby who wants a pacifier or hope that I can reach my cell phone. Or perhaps I could just ignore the pain. I have experience ignoring the pain.
Listed are my most memorable falls…better known as simple balance mistakes:
1. I was happily walking out our front sidewalk to get the newspaper. Our neighbor said “Good Morning” from across the street. I waved to her just as I stepped onto the grass to take a few steps towards the newspaper. My right foot missed the grass and stepped into a plastic utility box in the ground. The box has something to do with the yard sprinkler system. Of course, I did not look down to see that the lid was off. I fell down while twisting my ankle. My ankle wasn’t the biggest problem. I also completely tore a ligament in my right hand. Surgery was required and pins placed right above my wrist. I did not get along with those pins. The doctor was so glad when I recovered and he didn’t have to hear my complaining.
2. We were having our annual pre-Thanksgiving luncheon for the children when I taught at our church Day School. Such a fun day for the teachers and the children. We had all of the children sit on the floor in a huge circle. We sang songs, told the Thanksgiving story, and every child received a plate of turkey, dressing, applesauce, and I can’t remember what else. While I was walking around helping to give each child juice and more juice, I slipped on that applesauce. Down, down, down. I broke my right arm in two places. I drove myself to the hospital even though my husband’s office was just 10 minutes away. Independent. My car was stick shift…such a cool car. So difficult to drive with a broken arm. Before I got to the hospital, my arm was swollen so much that they could not put on the cast for three days.
3. Three years ago, I decided to move a few pieces of furniture in the family room at our farm. There was absolutely no reason for the furniture change. My husband was doing something really important on a tractor…not in a pasture near the house. Therefore, he couldn’t hear his cell phone ring when I called him about my newest fall. I barely could reach my phone. It had flown out of my pocket. I fell between the sofa and an ottoman. I broke my right thumb. Instead of being slightly curved, my thumb is now totally curved. Quite hideous. I could have surgery, but it is so close to the area where I had those pins. My memories are keeping me from having the thumb fixed. I drop things constantly. The children at school were thrilled to walk behind me and pick up the papers that I dropped.
4. I have two knee replacements…yes, titanium knees…as a result of my dramatic icy sidewalk fall. I was walking into the Texas Girls’ Choir building one afternoon after teaching school all day. The ice on the streets had melted and the sidewalks at my school were fine. The ice at the choir building was staying around for a while. I stepped onto the sidewalk while holding five large notebooks. Of course, I fell down. I fell directly on both knees, but I saved those notebooks!! Totally ruined my knees.
5. Several years after my knees had been replaced, I had my most distressful fall of all. It happened on voting day when Barack Obama was elected president. The weekend before election day, we had dinner with a large group of friends. The conversation turned to politics. I should have just kept quiet. I did not keep quiet even when my husband said, “Shhh, Shhh”. I mentioned who I might be voting for and one of my close friends said, “Are you kidding? What are you thinking? If you vote for him… something will strike you down when you leave that polling booth”…she was really just kidding and we are still good friends. After I voted, all I could think about was what she had said. I did vote for “him“. As soon as I walked out the door of the voting location, I missed three steps. I fell flat on my face and my head struck a concrete pillar. This time, my fall really scared the people walking out with me. They didn’t know my falling background. I got right up and walked to my car with people following me. “Are you ok?”, “Don’t drive!”, “I’ll be happy to call your husband”. I drove myself home…just a few minutes away. I hurt all over. The next day, I had bruises on my face and my arms. I really had a dramatic exit.
So…there you have it…just a small sample of my falls. I have so many more to talk about. My fall walking into Target was a particularly special mistake. I can’t even talk about it…even though it is a rather funny story. I have not fallen in several months, except for the step I missed stepping down from our kitchen to the family room. We have only lived in this house for over thirty years. I forgot about the step. Really…just a mistake on my part!
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Sort of Obvious About Football.
Why New Orleans, Louisiana Skyline?
Daily Prompt Response: Obvious
I tried to keep it to myself about football. I couldn’t hide it. Some things are simply too obvious. Professional football does not look all that fun to me. I can watch it for five or ten minutes and my mind starts to wander. I start thinking about counting how much money I have in my tall Container Store canisters. I had (emphasis on the word “had”) seven full canisters full of pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters. That is truly the only interesting thing that I can think about when pro football comes on the television.
Why a New Orleans Streetcar?
My time counting coins during football is coming to an end. I have been taking the canisters to the bank so the nice tellers can throw the change into the obviously hidden counting machine. To be honest, I don’t really take actual canisters to the bank. I put the coins into gallon size zip-lock bags. Goodness…they are heavy! I am down to my last canister. So far, I have added over $700 to my savings account. I have one rule about the money… we cannot spend any of the money except on a vacation. It has to be a vacation to some other country. Vancouver would be an acceptable place for me and that trip is one of my goals for this year.
Professional football players surely do not save coins in canisters. They probably save gold jewelry or something. I realize that some of the players are obviously good guys. However, the good guys are outnumbered by those other players. The players who cannot seem to follow the law and seem to get away with it…those are the ones I hear the very most about. My realization that the players who are perceived as role models are really and truly just the opposite…well…it ruined professional football for me.
Drew Brees!
Obviously, football is big, Big, BIG in Texas! To top it all off, I am not really a Dallas Cowboys fan. Not at all! I happened to drive by their stadium in Arlington today. It is beautiful, but I did not at all have the urge to yell…GO COWBOYS!!!! Really, I have lots of relatives in New Orleans…very special relatives…and they are totally dedicated to the Saints. My brother lived in New Orleans for years. He was probably the #1 football, baseball, basketball, hockey fan for any team at any time. He was certainly a Saints fan. So, I am a New Orleans Saints fan too. I even have a Saints charm bracelet that my niece gave me. On game days, I wear my entire New Orleans Saints get-up. I do not leave my house wearing any part of this outfit…for obvious reasons!
Even the Saints cannot keep me occupied for more than five or ten minutes at a time. I will come back ever so often. I need to find another football time activity besides my canisters. I could dust the house. NO! Or I could fold clothes. NO! What about spending football time planning vacations on the computer? YES! That is it! However, I will still save time to run around the room and yell the best football cheer ever…
WHO DAT??!!!!!!
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Finding Trump in Fort Worth.
Donald Trump in Fort Worth, Texas earlier in the campaign.
It all started when my husband accidently left his cell phone at home. I didn’t even realize about the phone problem until I called him about thirty minutes after he left for work. His phone rang in the kitchen. I was so intent on asking him a question that I waited for him to answer even though the phone was ringing not 10 feet away from me. I was totally out of it, I guess. My mind was on Donald Trump.
Near downtown and great food, but not the place for the luncheon!
I had been listening to the NBC Today Show and they were announcing that Trump would be in Fort Worth yesterday morning and then leave for Austin in the afternoon. Wait a minute…why didn’t I know about this? This retirement is keeping me way too busy to even know all the current events. As any self-respecting former newspaper person, I had an instant need to be right there in the middle of the action.
Searching for Trump!
I do this whenever I hear a police siren or fire truck or ambulance. One time I heard on the news that Prince Charles (the real one) was going to land at DFW airport and be in Dallas for two days or so. I immediately took my young children to the airport to search for his airplane or any sign of Prince Charles. We tried, but the prince was just too illusive for us.
Donald Trump’s Jet.
That is why I had to find Donald Trump. By the pictures shown on the news, I figured out that his personal jet was going to land at a smaller airport on the north side of Fort Worth. I recognized the buildings because the airport was not too far from my former elementary school. The news apparently made no mention of where he would go in Fort Worth…only that he was going to a fundraising luncheon. A luncheon by invitation only…we must not have been invited. Maybe it was because of the cost to attend…like in the thousands and thousands.
Downtown building…is this it?
The luncheon location is why I was calling my husband. I thought he might have heard where Trump would be having this very expensive luncheon. I finally realized that the phone was ringing in the next room. Took a while. Morning is not my best time! I called my husband on his office phone and offered to take his phone to him. Brilliant! I would have to make the 30-40 minute trip to downtown Fort Worth. I figured Trump would want to be somewhere very fancy and certainly would want to be downtown to have a luncheon with the big money people.
Is this the building?
As luck would have it, I found the place while driving around and around downtown. I was on a mission. I started seeing more and more police cars. And then suddenly…there was the location right in front of me. There were motorcycle police officers by the dozen and bicycle police officers…not any police officers on horseback (although they have those in Fort Worth). They were congregated along with groups of onlookers and television people from all of the DFW television stations. Plus, a helicopter was circling the area. The location was outside of a parking garage adjacent to one of the Fort Worth skyscrapers…not too tall, but tall enough for Trump, I suppose.
Poor parking!
Quickly, I invented my very own parking place by parking almost to the corner. My parking was just downright poor. How embarrassing. Even one of the ladies standing on the corner mentioned my parking ability. She probably would not have understood my desperation to be there for the news event. Talk about living in the past. I have had a totally different career for over 25 years since my newspaper days.
Television crews.
I was thinking that I would never recover from thinking about the news of the day when a TV reporter from the ABC affiliate approached me. “Would you mind being interviewed?”, she asked. Oh my goodness, I would have brushed my hair better and put on more makeup if I had known. Surely, I would have worn a cuter outfit. I said yes. I have no idea why I agreed. I also have no idea of what I said. I think that I smiled.
Where in downtown Fort Worth was Donald Trump?
She asked if I had gone to the luncheon. Joke of the year…I am not ever spending that kind of money to have lunch with someone. Well… maybe Jon Bon Jovi or Adam Levine. I actually thought about the fact that Trump is the one with the money. Maybe he should buy all of us lunch who were standing there in the heat of the day with the wind blowing…just to see someone ride by in a long group of shiny black SUV vehicles.
Beautiful bridge in Fort Worth, but no Donald Trump here.
Actually, Donald Trump was riding in a silver Tahoe. He did not walk out onto the sidewalk, but entered the SUV inside the parking garage. All I could see was his golden hair, smile, and his hand waving from side to side out the window as the SUV left the parking garage. A lady was screaming at the top of her lungs. She was incredibly excited to see him and all of his entourage.
Sundance Square is so pretty! Where is Donald Trump?
I had seen other possible future presidents and current presidents before…Reagan, Bush Sr., Bush Jr., Clinton. There was something different about this possible president. I am still trying to explain it. The procession was dramatic and well orchestrated. Could this be the future leader of the United States…this man with the golden hair, the friendly wave, the wide smile, the confident look? Who knows?
I wished that I could talk with him…have a regular conversation…look at him face to face. Perhaps then I would know that he could handle the massive job that he was seeking. Maybe that is why I went downtown. Maybe I hoped that somehow I would get the answer that I seek. At least, I tried. And I was on the news last night. I tried to watch it, but I was so concerned about what I might have said. And my TCU purple check shirt was on the news too. I should have dressed a bit better. Next time!
Learning About Eagles. Amazing!
Decorah, Iowa Eagles
Response to Daily Prompt: Learning
A five year old child in my class this past year came up to me after circle-time and whispered: “Listen, teacher, we have to watch our eagles right now! No way can I wait until after lunch today! Please!, Please!, Please! OK?”… How could I possibly turn down such a sweet and earnest boy begging to see our special eagles? How many five year olds literally beg for a science lesson?
As it turned out, 22 children were begging for our eagles. I didn’t realize that the rest of the class were sitting quietly in their chairs…not working on their “Letter Pp Penelope Pig” books at all…and totally staring at me. Waiting, waiting for my answer. My mind was telling me…Now this is what teaching is all about! I changed the schedule that we were supposed to follow and left literacy for later in the day. I know that some of the highly paid leaders at the administration building would not approve of such a change. Some people simply do not see the true picture very clearly. How sad. But…on to the children!
I quickly told the children to straighten up their tables, because the eagles were ready for our large Smart Board. They literally screamed and clapped for at least five minutes while I turned on my computer, found the right website, and waited for the live feed to appear. Without saying a word, all 22 little feet tiptoed to the circle and sat down in their place. Is this the same totally talkative class that entered my room back in August? Not the same at all.
What made the difference were the Decorah, Iowa Eagles coming directly to us through the magic of very close cameras and completely clear audio. The children never, ever believe that what they are watching is really and truly happening right that very minute. Through the courtesy of the non-profit Raptor Resource Project, we can watch the Mom and Dad Decorah Eagles as they build back their nest, make the nest just right for eggs, Mom lays the eggs, Dad helps sit on the eggs, the babies are hatched, the babies grow and learn to flap their wings.
After school is out for the summer, the eagles have learned to fly and then fledge…they leave the nest to make a life of their own. I encourage the children to watch the eagles during the summer. Many do not have computers at their homes, but they can watch the eagles on the local library computers. We learn as much as possible about eagles and complete as many projects as possible. Honestly, they leave with so much information that they are tiny eagle experts.
Not only has the Rapter Resource Project helped to bring new learning to children near and far, they have made Decorah and other towns special destinations for eagle admirers. The Project creates, improves, and directly maintains over 40 nests and nest sites in widespread locales. Their mission is to “preserve and strengthen raptor populations, expand participation in raptor preservation, and help foster the next generation of preservationists”.
This learning experience is amazing for the children. My classes for the last six years have all focused part of each day from February through May for the Decorah Eagles. Every class has reacted in the same way. The children are not only closer to the world of nature, but they are much closer to understanding the importance of science. Beyond that, the children are engaged and excited about learning. Thank you to the Raptor Resource Project for helping to make my last six years of teaching so very rewarding.
Paul Simon. 50 Ways.
50 Ways to Leave Your Lover by Paul Simon. I distinctly remember when this song first came out in December, 1975. I was barely out of college, working at a newspaper, not yet married, and just about to recover from my total dedication to the Beatles. I was starting to listen more often to folk music, although my obsession with Paul McCartney appeared to still be somewhat overbearing. Folk music was quiet, thought-provoking, and sometimes non-explainable. It fit me.
I was mesmerized by the idea of singer/songwriters sitting around with a strange group of friends who were playing guitars…writing lyrics and coming up with melodies. I never thought about what state of mind they might have been in…maybe I was a closet hippie who did not wear faded jeans, headbands, and flowered shirts. I was just all about music…then and now.
When I first heard the eerie sound of 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover, I didn’t think so much of the words. However I was crazy about the repeating chorus:
You just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don’t need to be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don’t need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free.
What I did not even consider about the lyrics then… jumps out at me now. Was Paul Simon serious? Why would he say that discussion was not really necessary? Just drop off the key? I think that would not be particularly positive. Whoa…I am thinking way too literally. I need to get back in the groove and calm down. Come on now…how many songwriters were totally with the program in the early seventies? I guess that I don’t know the answer and I guess that I don’t want to know the answer. I just like the songs from that era (well…and this era too) and I particularly like 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover.
I’ve read that Paul Simon has never really said who the song was about or if it was about anyone that he could even recall. In a 1975 interview with Rock Lives: Profiles and Interviews, Paul Simon said that he woke up one morning in his NYC apartment and the opening words to the song just popped into his head. He started building the song from that one line. It is also said that he wrote part of the song while trying to teach his young son how to rhyme.
Although the chorus does rhyme, the rest of the song is a random story of a relationship going downhill. 5o Ways to Leave Your Lover. Since Paul Simon really only lets us know five ways to leave, we are left to figure out the rest on our own. It doesn’t matter to me since I don’t intend to leave after such a long marriage. I am just so very ridiculously curious…what is Gus going to do after he hops on that bus? All we can hope is that Gus, Jack, Stan, Roy, and Lee somehow found each other. They just need to be together to figure out their lives.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/fifty/
Texas Weather. Quick Jeopardy
Texas Weather!
Response to Daily Prompt: Jeopardy
Some people in Texas have been known to say…”News events are like Texas weather. If you don’t like it, wait a minute!”…so true! Just this past week, I left about 1:00 in the afternoon to run a few errands. No Jeopardy from the weather today! Sunshine! No Clouds! Not 101 degrees like last week! Wonderful weather. In less than fifteen minutes, I walked out of a store and this is what I saw:
And the clouds became darker and darker before I even pulled out of the parking lot, but no rain. Probably won’t rain. No thunder. So I drove to the mall…a distance of about two miles. After I parked and before I could out of my car…this happened:
A total deluge of rain began (my radio said…”flash flood alert!”). Help! I simply sat in my car. No way did I want to get in the way of a flash flood. All I originally wanted to do was to buy one wedding gift. Of course, there was no umbrella in my car. How could the weather change so quickly? The weather person just made a big mistake. “Beautiful weather this afternoon! Watch out for storms tomorrow.” Oh…just one day off. That’s not bad. I listened to the rain and to Adele. Nice combination. Sort of peaceful.
Adele finished taking care of the rain and the deluge stopped immediately. Adele is the best at everything, I suppose. The temperature was 89 degrees. Who can complain about that when usual August days are three digits. And our yard really needed the rain more than I needed to purchase the wedding gift. I left to go on back home…only ten minutes or so away. And this is what I found as I turned the corner into our neighborhood:
A few wispy clouds, mostly blue sky, no rain had fallen at all in my neighborhood. Texas weather. You never know. And believe me…Texas weather can put you in some mighty big jeopardy. Tornadoes can happen so quickly. And hail. And high wind. And floods. But…
Snow and Ice…Rarely!
Listen…Young Me…Listen!!
Response to Daily Prompt: Youth
Youth is an escape artist. One day, you are invincible and infinite. The next day, you are skeptical and insightful. The day after that arrives and you are seemingly finite and invisible. The first day may last for 25 years, the second day for 30 years. The third day may last for the rest of your life…if you let it.
But…don’t you let it. Somehow revive your youthful self and take away the finite and invisible thoughts. Being negative will get you absolutely on the wrong tracks. Just because you are not youthful…just because you may walk slightly less than perfect…just because your wrist hurts from arthritis when you carry something heavy (getting personal here!)…just because you might not be running a marathon…LISTEN…you still have the ability to move mountains with your strongest thoughts, your most immortal words, and your experienced-filled actions.
You are the same youthful person inside…you are actually a better rendition of the same youthful person. I am thinking of myself here…I could be brazen and bold one minute when I was very young and incredibly shy the next minute. I didn’t know me. I didn’t know who I wanted to me. I didn’t know how to successfully set goals until I was well out of college. I didn’t know how to play by the team rules and…at the same time…encourage new, better rules.
I am certain that I thought that I knew everything when I was 22, 25, 30. That is why I say…”Listen…Young Me… Listen”! Don’t ever think that you know everything! Don’t be afraid to try something new! Don’t be afraid to be a leader and not a follower! Don’t be afraid to work smart, work long hours, be competitive! By the time I was 40, I had figured out what to do about most of these problem areas. What if I had listened when I was 25? What would have happened? Would I have gone to law school like I considered? Would I have opened a business like I considered? Would I have taken a year off to travel around the world to find the real me like I considered? Would I have written the book that I kept thinking about like I considered? Who knows the answers.
What I do know is that it is never too late to regain some of that sheer energy and excitement of youth. Some of the younger people that you work with may think your ideas are not current…that your ideas are not with the program. Get yourself current in whatever way necessary and prove through your success what your ideas can achieve.
During my last two years of teaching, I felt a difference in attitude toward me (and other older teachers) from a few much younger teachers…even when our classes were highly achieving. It was just a handful of people. They only seemed to respect their peers. I knew that their attitudes were very improper and not based on best practices. I didn’t have to say a word. I had learned to have strength and confidence and I knew that sooner than they think…they will be the older ones. Perhaps they will eventually learn something from their actions. They are already a bit past youthful.
Youth is fleeting. Youth is filled with regretful as well as prideful actions. I would say to my youthful self…keep on being you, but learn to be a better you as soon as possible. You will make it. You will have at least two joyous and fulfilling careers. I would say to the young me…don’t forget that you like to write. The written word should never lose vitality, warmth, and true feelings. To the older me…do you understand? Yes! I think that I really do understand!
Listen…Older Me…Listen!
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Carry Each Other. One Love.
Bono and Mary J. Blige: “ONE”
The Daily Prompt for 8/16/2016 was the word carry. The first item that came to my mind was how the word is used in Bono’s song titled “ONE“. Bono wrote the lyrics for his band, U2 around the time that the wall came down in Berlin. In fact, the band was evidently in Berlin at this time. U2 was experiencing some discord at the time among themselves. The song lyrics were written in about 30 minutes and were recorded for their newest album. The words reflect the experiences of U2 trying to reach unity as well as many facets of the world trying to reach unity.
There are many interpretations of the song, but there is no doubt that the words speak (to me) of the idea that we have to learn to carry each other for the world to even begin to attempt to unify. We are all different. We are not the same. We have to care for one another in some way at some time, despite our disagreements. To you, the words may have a completely different meaning. I would be interested in your opinions.
The word carry brings to my mind 1) caring for someone who is less fortunate, 2) helping someone to learn to follow the rules in order to stay away from negative behavior, 3) taking the time to understand another person’s differing beliefs, 4) to refrain from hurting someone in any possible way, 5) to look for joy instead of sorrow for your fellow man, 6) to accept people for who they are meant to be, 7) to congratulate and celebrate as one world, one people.
Some might say: Just listen to her…”looking at the world through rose colored glasses again!”…I say…”perhaps we all should do the same”. At least for one day.. while we are carrying each other.
Lyrics to “ONE”
Is it getting better or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you, now you got someone to blame?
You say one love, one life, when it’s one need in the night.
One love, we get to share it
Leaves you baby if you don’t care for it.
Did I disappoint you or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love and you want me to go without.
Well, it’s too late tonight to drag the past out into the light.
We’re one, but we’re not the same.
We get to carry each other, carry each other…one.
Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus to the lepers in your head?
Did I ask too much, more than a lot?
You gave me nothing, now it’s all I got.
We’re one, but we’re not the same.
Well, we hurt each other, then we do it again.
You say love is a temple, love a higher law.
Love is a temple, love the higher law.
You ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl.
And I can’t be holding on to what you got, when all you got is hurt.
One love, one blood, one life, you got to do what you should.
One life with each other: sister, brothers.
One life, but we’re not the same.
We get to carry each other, carry each other.
One, One.
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