Earthlings!

On Sunday, February 16th at 2 pm. I will tell and sing and play with anyone of any age who wants to learn about being a Proud Earthling! At Godfrey Daniels - info below!

I wrote a song for this event AND an action rhyme.  I am posting the lyrics to the song below.

HOWEVER, I also chose some great stories and there will be a game and discussion and a secret (sort of ) club.

We are all earthlings.
The Earth is our home.
We love the lands, the skies and the seas
The sun and the rain, the snow and the breeze.

We are all earthlings.
The Earth is our home.
We share this home with rabbits and bears
the fish in the seas, and, birds in the air.

Break:
We are all Earthlings
We cherish this place.
We’re a family of Earthlings
On a ball out in space.

We are all Earthlings
The Earth is our home
We love the deserts, the jungles and towns,
The mountains and swamps, and the mud, rich and brown

We are all Earthlings
The Earth is our home.
We share this world with gators and bees,
the crawlers on land and the climbers in trees.

Break:
We are all Earthlings
We cherish this place.
We’re a family of Earthlings
On a ball out in space.

We are all Earthlings
The Earth is our home                                  by Karen Maurer, 2020

I just finished the action rhyme after reading about the ways people greet each other around the world. To be totally factual, most people accept a bow or a handshake. But whenever possible, native
people's traditions should be respected.  The story behind Tibet's odd greeting is wonderful! (See below!)

Here is my beta version of How Do People Say Hello? It may change before Sunday, who knows?

(Children pair off. In each verse, they act out how people greet each other. In flu season, you may want to skip or "air play" New Zealand and Oman. I am doing this with a teddy bear since I have a cold.)

 (Repeat this first verse between the others. Children can wave to each other during this verse or greet other people in the way they just learned about.)

What do people do to say hello?
How do people say hello?

In America, you take
your friend’s hand
and give a shake
That’s what people do to say hello.

In  far off Tibet, some monks
will stick out their tongues
That’s what people do to say hello.*

In Japan, bowing is polite
When you meet both day and night
That’s what people do to say hello

In New Zealand, touch together
foreheads and noses*
That’s what Kiwis do to say their helloes-es.
That's what people do to say hello.

In the deserts of Oman,
Men touch noses when they can*
That’s what people do to say hello.

The Masai like to jump.
Some people do fist bumps.
A hug, a wave, a fast hand jive
A smile, a slap, a quick high five.

People do so many things to say hello
So many things to do to say hello!          Karen Maurer 2020


Okay for the asterisks.
#1. In the 6th century, Tibet had a horrible king, cruel and nasty. He had a black tongue. Tibetans stick out their tongues to assure people they greet that they have no relationship to that nasty king. Reincarnation plays a part in this greeting but young children might not get it.

#2. This greeting is called hongi and is very sweet. Eyes can be open or closed.  Also, Kiwi is a slang phrase for someone who lives in New Zealand because kiwi birds are native to New Zealand.

#3. Touching noses appears to be an Arab tradition. Since men and women have very separate roles, I only found this greeting listed as involving men.

NOT AN ASTERISK: Inuits (sometimes called Eskimos) do NOT rub noses. They touch their nose and upper lip to a person's forehead and breathe in. First one person does it, then the other.

I love Earthlings. We are awesome!

Update: I found the info about greetings on these websites:
https://www.opodo.co.uk/blog/greetings-around-the-world/

https://guff.com/15-ways-people-greet-each-other-from-countries-around-the-world

https://www.insider.com/how-to-greet-people-around-the-world-2016-8#india-place-your-palms-together-and-say-namaste-12

Clouds - Science on a Sphere

I am embarrassed that I have not posted here for such a long time.  SO, just to let you know that I am alive, I will share something that I did at the beginning of the month.

First, have you ever visited a Science on a Sphere? For people in the Lehigh Valley, the Nurture Nature Center hosts one of these orbs.  The experience of watching information projected on these large room-sized white globes is wonderful.

The Nurture Nature Center invited artists of all kinds to use one of the datasets designed for their sphere as inspiration for poetry, sculpture, stories, essays, visual art of all kinds.  This is the fifth year of this collaborative effort, titled Perspectives: Art on Environment.  I chose Clouds.

Wow!  I'm sure I chose the most beautiful dataset.  I wish I could show the dataset to you.  However, if you visit Science on a Sphere,  you can learn more about Clouds in Real Time here. 

I wrote an essay, included below.  But the big challenge was writing a song.  I have not recorded the song but I have added the lyrics here as well.

On November 9th, artists presented their work.  At the Nurture Nature Center, there are several rooms dedicated to art inspired by the environment.  Seven poets and other writers presented in front of the sphere as the information that inspired us displayed on the sphere.  It was ... I am at a loss for words...it was inspiring, enthralling, emotional, AWESOME!!!!

I read my essay and then - deep breath - without accompaniment - I sang my song.  And I hit each note so it was GOOD!

What else have I been doing?  Telling, kid-sitting, mom driving, reading, cleaning, attempting to control the chaos that is my life.

If you want to read the lyrics and/or essay, here they are - lyrics first.  While I read the essay, a docent changed the projections to match what I wrote about.  I need some more short words that indicate wonderfulness.

 Cloud dreaming lyrics  by Karen Maurer

V.1
I have dreams I release in the moonlight
I have hopes I share with the sun
Like a mist, they form clouds of wishing
And around the world they run

Chorus:
All those dreams will fall with the raindrops
All those hopes will sparkle like snow
With each breath, I fill clouds with promise
Never knowing just where they will go

V.2
I breathe in the dreaming of others
I breathe in their hopes and their cares
Like the clouds, my sister’s and brother’s
secret wishes fly through the air.

Chorus:
All those dreams will fall with the raindrops
All those hopes will sparkle like snow
With each breath, they fill clouds with promise
Never knowing just where they will go

Interlude:
Deserts bloom when clouds burst upon them.
Mountains sleep in blankets of white.
Children dream of castles above them,
Watch them drift out of sight.

V.3
Share your dreams with the stars and the planets.
Share your hopes with the wind rushing by.
Make a wish for peace all around us.
Send good thoughts to the sky.

Chorus:
All those dreams will fall with the raindrops
All those hopes will sparkle like snow
With each breath, we fill clouds with promise
Never knowing just where they will go


                                                                                 
                                      
                               
                                                                              
Cloud Wish: or 6 Ways to Look at a Cloud by Karen Maurer

My friend watched as storm clouds raged high above the mesa.  Lightning flashed.  Even from that height, she heard the growl of thunder.  The cloud opened and rain fell. It disappeared in the searing heat, reabsorbed into the thunderhead.  It never touched the ground.

“It felt as if I could see the grace of God,” she told us later.  “But my despair kept the rain from reaching me.”

Humans imbue nature with hidden mysteries.  Clouds are among the most mysterious natural phenomena.  They are at the mercy of wind, thermals, the contour of the land and the waves in the sea.  Generations upon generations of farmers have used clouds to plan their harvests and plantings.  The clouds don’t always deliver. The promised rain is whisked out of range.  A blue sky darkens without any warning.  Like the storm above the mesa, promises are broken.

We waited more than two years to gather, children and grandchildren, on the family plot to lay our father to rest. The kind Deacon said a few words about his friend. He called my father “Francis”. We muttered, almost in unison, “Franklin”. 

The sky was blue, dotted with white clouds. Had I paid attention to the clouds that day, I would have sent my hopes and love to my far-flung brother and the sisters who were not able to attend. 

We have viewed clouds as messengers, used by gods and demigods for centuries. A pillar of cloud preceded the Israelites into the desert.  An Indian demigod used a cloud to reassure his wife that he would return to her.  Zeus hid in a cloud when he visited his lovers.  Clouds obscure the face of Yahweh, in the Hebrew Canon. 

Walking home with a small can of muddy water, the boy looks across the parched plain.  A shadow crosses over the ground.  A cloud!  He sighs.  His heart has leapt at clouds before, just to be disappointed.  The water hole is deeper now than it has ever been. Only a few handfuls of dank water can be  scooped up each day.  He turns back to the path, not noticing that another cloud rises from the horizon.

We fear clouds, wonder at them, read visions into them, deplore their existence.  Clouds carry life, portend disaster, bring us joy.  The single cumulus cloud our Ethiopian boy saw might carry water in tiny droplets to equal the weight of 100 elephants, approximately 600 tons.  The swirling clouds in a hurricane can carry water that weighs as much as every elephant on earth.

I pretended to see the puppy, the shark, the giant, the scissors, that my older brother and younger sister claimed was in the clouds.  But to me, in my pre-spectacled days, those clouds were just a mass of white against the blue of the sky.  My favorite days to watch clouds were windy days when the clouds raced like white horses out of sight.

Spend one full minute contemplating white clouds on a fair day.  In that minute, depending on the speed of the wind and the height of the clouds, you can watch small cloudlets gather to form a larger mass.  A cloud will change shape, break apart, blow away, right before your eyes.  No wonder the ancients thought clouds were magic!

Around Antarctica, clouds twist in intricate patterns,  like a middle eastern dance.

In the North, clouds follow the wind, obstructed by land masses.  They scatter, depending on the warmth or direction of the air.

My best friend’s mother always knew when a new batch of paint brewed in the mill not far from her house.  Even when there was no wind, a cloud of red dust fell onto her freshly washed laundry. 

The rain fell red during mixing season.  No amount of scrubbing or painting took the stain off the house.

“It’s a nice color,”  I reassured my friend, “sort of a brick red.”

“You don’t have to live with it,” she snorted.

Clouds are made of water vapor.  Every raindrop has a particle of dirt, or sand, or dust inside it.  Clouds carry the grit from sandstorms, ashes from volcanoes and fires, toxins from smokestacks, dust from deforested plains.  Humans determine the make up of clouds in more ways than we want to acknowledge.


I breathe in the wood smoke.  I love this smell.  I poke a stick into the fire until the end of the stick glows.  I pull it out and write my name in the early evening air. My breath rises in a small white cloud.  I breathe out again and this time I make a wish.
Our exhaled breath contains nitrogen, carbon dioxide and oxygen as well as water vapor and a small amount of argon.  Other chemicals are inhaled and exhaled depending on the air around us.  Just like clouds, we carry poisons from second hand smoke, automotive exhaust and other gases. We can breathe those chemicals out into the air to rise with the water vapor -perhaps to join a cloud.

Imagine if your every wish or worry was translated into breath and carried across the world.  It might fall on a village in drought stricken Ethiopia.  Could your anger flavor the water?  Could your hope clear a muddy puddle? 

Now, when I look at clouds, I wonder what they carry.  Hope? Worry?  Promises?  Threats?  I wonder who might be riding on those winds.  Like the ancients, I search for messages from far away, or clues to my future, or advice for living.

I breathe out a wish for peace.  May a cloud carry it across the world!


Bibliography:

Johnson, Doug. “The Chemical Composition of Exhaled Air from Human Lungs”, April 26, 2018, https://sciencing.com/chemical-composition-exhaled-air-human-lungs-11795.html

Krulwich, Robert. “How Much Does a Hurricane Weigh?”, September 3, 2003, https://abcnews.go.com

National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration. “Clouds with Precipitation - Real Time”,
https://sos.noaa.gov/datasets/clouds-with-precipitation-real-time/ (no date given).

National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration. “Clouds - Real Time”,
https://sos.noaa.gov/datasets/clouds-real-time/ (no date given)


Pretor-Pinney, Gavin. The Cloudspotter’s Guide : The Science, History and Culture of Clouds.  illustrated by Bill Sanderson. New York. Perigree Trade, 2006.

Revkin, Andrew. Weather; an Illustrated History. with Lisa Mechaley. New York, Sterling, 2018.

Wilcox, Eric M. Clouds. London, Duncan Baird Publishers, 2008.

Wrote a Book

Mike Jung wrote a book (which I haven't read but I really really want to- you will, too), titled Geeks, Girls and Secret Identities.  And then he wrote a song about writing a book!

Thanks to Greg over at GottaBook for sharing this!