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Free eBook for #EarthDay Get your free copy of “The Caretaker of Tree Palace” eBook here. Available April 20, 2020 to April 24, 2020 to Honor our Mother on #EarthDay. Use #ReadToTrees to share the healing art you make. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lesson Plans The Caretaker of Tree Palace: #TeacherGuide introduction Chapter 1 – Fallen Chapter 2... Continue Reading →
FREE SCRIPT to use for educational projects of theatre and video production STUDENTS. If you use the script, share your pictures and videos here. I want to see what you create. The Canyon Flier by C. Dawn McCallum One-Act Play in the Style of Magical Realism Cast 1 F / 9 M* OLD ERNESTO ... Continue Reading →
I made a YouTube Playlist called "Stories with Dawn" that includes some of my short stories, video projects, and documentary shorts about The Pedestriennes by Harry Hall. Enjoy! For more stories, visit my Amazon Author page. https://www.amazon.com/C.-Dawn-McCallum/e/B001K8XLOS
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O Thou kind Lord! This gathering is turning to Thee. These hearts are radiant with Thy love. These minds and spirits are exhilarated by the message of Thy glad-tidings. O God! Let this American democracy become glorious in spiritual degrees even as it has aspired to material degrees, and render this just government victorious. Confirm... Continue Reading →
FREE SCRIPT to use for educational projects of theatre and video production STUDENTS. If you use the script, share your pictures and videos here. I want to see what you create. The Canyon Flier by C. Dawn McCallum One-Act Play in the Style of Magical Realism Cast 1 F / 9 M* OLD ERNESTO ... Continue Reading →
I used to make up songs when I was a little girl. I've caught myself singing my own songs again. They're songs for my story "The Caretaker of Tree Palace." Here are a couple of beginnings. Works in progress. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=50ZaScd_fgY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAlvU8fWFAE
“Praise be to Thee, O my God, Thou has guided me to the horizon of Thy Manifestation and made me known through Thy name. I beg of Thee, by the radiance of the light of Thy gifts, and the waves of Thy beneficence, to endow my utterance with inspiration from the traces of Thy Supreme... Continue Reading →
There’s a game I used to play when I was a kid. There’s not a name for this game, and I probably never told anyone I did it. If I did tell someone, they’d just think it was strange or they wouldn’t understand what I meant. But I played the game a lot. Every morning... Continue Reading →
I listened to the Guardian's live YouTube coverage of the impeachment hearings today. This was the shot the camera was at the recess. It's an image to ponder. I'm #thankful for those who have the courage to speak up and was moved by Lt. Col. Vindman's opening statement.
Thank God, one of the dozen stolen dogs has been found. Waxahachie is a magical place, somehow. I've had a certain fascination with it since I first heard the name as a child. My great grandparents, Clarence and Edna Mae, we're married here under a mimosa tree, I'm told. Clarence was a mysterious, big-nosed man... Continue Reading →
https://youtu.be/H1Dvg2MxQn8 ... takes my breath away. Delightful.
Someone in need of Resuscitation has been calling for this story tonight. So I'm posting it now even though it's not quite ready. It has bones; it has spirit. It's a rough draft of a story that's part of the "Woman Speaks Softly in a Small Room" series. I'll finish the story later, when I can... Continue Reading →
The Little Free Library boxes in Duncanville, Texas have copies of The Caretaker of Tree Palace nesting within them. This little birdhouse of books is in front of the elementary school I attended in the 1970s, now called Smith Academy. Miss Zula Wylie was my first grade teacher at Smith. Miss Wylie and other educators... Continue Reading →
Heading out for the Day 🌅
God and I have an inside joke about chairs. In the first year or so after I became a Bahá'í, I helped organize the Sunday devotionals program at the Dallas Baha'i Center. This was during the time when the Center was in a funky old house on Northwest Highway, not the big church that it's... Continue Reading →
In the middle of the night (in the aftermidnight, one might say) when I’m sleeping, I’m often awakened by words and phrases. The Night, in a basket full of dreams, delivers these sounds that wake me, and say, “Here, if you’ll take them, they are yours.” Some choices I have at that moment include: get... Continue Reading →
The opening weekend of "On Golden Pond" is behind us. We have more performances over the next two weekends, and I'm thankful for the friendships of everyone involved in the show at Theatre Rocks. Today was the first day my mind was free from must-dos in quite some time, so I spent it resting. My... Continue Reading →
C. Dawn McCallum 