Tambourine Show

Hey everybody last night I performed at a tambourine show.

Tambourine: (tam-bor-ee-n) A small drum held in the hand used for dance and worship.

I love it and would recommended it to anyone. I was in three dances - We go up (a very fast song) -Majestic (a regular speed song) - Awesome God (a worship song and slower than usual). I was also in two community dances: Hinei ma tov (hin-ey ma toe) and Hava Nagila. (hah-va na-gee-la)

Yesterday I also read a story, that I had written, to my class at Eschel (my co-op). Everyone loved it and thought it was funny. So a good friend of mine told me to post it. Here it is:

Comfrey

Once upon a time there was a beautiful young lady named Comfrey. She had long flowing tresses that shimmered in the sunlight and glowed in the moonlight. Naturally Comfrey lived in a comfortable cottage in a beautiful garden. Safely this garden was placed in a desert where no one could get to Comfrey and her mother, Jaya.

Comfrey’s garden was setup this way: on the north side she had fruit trees, on the south side she had a vegetable garden, and on the east and west sides were flowers. Dearly she took care of the garden and it became her pride and joy. Jaya, Comfrey’s mother, only took care of one part of the garden and that was where she grew herbs which she put in her medicines (potions).

Comfrey also took care of the cottage. Fervently she tidied up and did all the chores without a complaint while her mother sat in her room creating potions and other substances. If one walked in the door they would see a large room with a fire place at one end. The room had tables and chairs, a large wood burning stove, and a cabinet filled with beautiful flowers, books, and canned goods from their garden.

Through that room one walks to get to a staircase, and up it was a hallway with a door on each side. Within one door was Jaya’s room and within the other was Comfrey’s room. Jaya’s room was dark and dreary, but Comfrey’s room was colorful and very welcoming.

Beneath her smiles Comfrey was growing tired of the wall, the cottage, and the garden. For her view was nothing but a vast expanse of desert and sky. She knew that if she asked her mother if she could go that she would be watched constantly for she had done it once when she was little. So without her mother’s permission she crept out of the cottage, through the garden, and over the wall in the early morning air.

Exactly at noon she looked behind her and realized she could not see the garden wall. She felt scared and lonely for the first time that day. Decidedly she turned around and kept walking.

Unknowingly, Jaya was sitting at home eating lunch and waiting for Comfrey to join her, so they could chat and drink some tea. Her morning had gone regularly enough, she had woken up to find Comfrey had eaten and gone out to the garden early, read a book on potion making, and made lunch for herself and Comfrey. Calmly unaware of the place at which her daughter was located, Jaya cleaned up lunch assuming that Comfrey had brought a lunch out to the garden and had eaten it on her own there.

At this point Comfrey was tired and hungry for it was late and she had been walking all day. Stubbornly she told herself she would not stop until she fell asleep in her tracks. But at twilight she discovered an oasis and happily decided to stop there. Delighted she saw fruit trees, a lagoon of cold fresh water, and shade, glorious shade.

Unknown to Comfrey, a prince, Prince Gallalot, had been riding on his horse, Lancehead, towards a garden, Comfrey’s garden, and had planned to stop at the oasis where Comfrey had stopped. When he got to the oasis he tied his horse to a tree and walked to the lagoon to get a drink. At that moment Comfrey was coming down to the lagoon to get a drink and saw Gallalot there. She cried out in surprise and fainted, falling onto the sand. Gallalot hearing the scream jumped up and drew his sword only to find a maiden lying on the ground.

When Comfrey awoke she was lying next to a warm fire and covered with a coat. Leaning against a tree stood Prince Gallalot gazing into the moonlight. Feeling safe she went back to sleep.

Abruptly she woke at the sound of Lancehead’s loud neigh. Finally feeling relaxed, she ate some fruit for breakfast and then she and Gallalot went for a walk. Later, feeling very attached, Comfrey and Gallalot spotted a tower that was very far to the east. Now the land was setup like this: in the south was the king’s castle in the midst of the bright welcoming forest, to the west were the Icy Winter Mountains, to the north was Jaya’s Garden, and to the east was the tower. Separating them all was the Scorching Doom Desert with the oasis in the center.

Happily they decided to go back to Gallalot’s father’s kingdom and get married for it was love at fourth sight. Sight #1: the lagoon, #2: last night, #3: Lancehead’s neigh, #4: on the walk. Unlike the King or Queen’s plan, Comfrey and Gallalot moved to the tower and loved the place.

While Comfrey was sleeping with the prince’s coat over her Jaya was running about the garden calling Comfrey’s name and despairing at her loss. As a last resort she went and consulted her crystal ball. Watching Comfrey with the prince was too much and she decided she would get Comfrey back.

Despite the distance she started on her journey and came to the oasis as Gallalot and Comfrey were moving into their new tower. The next day while Comfrey was gone Jaya went in to have tea with the prince while she waited for Comfrey. As they were talking Jaya decided not to get Comfrey back but curse the prince instead. Standing, Jaya cast her spell and then left and went back to the garden, happy that Comfrey would be sad forever. Unlike regular spells Jaya cursed the prince to be dumb as a rock for the rest of his life. The only way to break the spell was for him to win a game. But, being stupid he could never win.

When Comfrey returned she was baffled and could not figure out what had happened. Gallalot clambered over to her and tried to tell her. Amid all the trouble she stayed calm and remembered a spell she was taught when she was young; the Rock-Paper-Scissors anecdote. Slowly she took Gallalot’s hand and put it in the shape of a rock then she made her hand into the shape of scissors and placed his hand on top of hers. He won the game and the curse was broken. If she had lost her head in despair she would have never saved him, but now they could live happily ever after.

- THE END -

I hope you liked it.

Thanks,

Psalm 150 - 1 Praise The LORD. Praise the LORD in his holy temple. Praise him in his mighty heavens. 2 Praise him for his powerful acts. Praise him because he is greater that anything else. 3 Praise him by blowing trumpets. Praise him with harps and lyres. 4 Praise him with tambourines and dancing. Praise him with stringed instruments and flutes. 5 Praise him with clashing cymbals. Praise him with clanging cymbals. 6 Let everything that has breath praise the LORD. PRAISE THE LORD