Calm Is All Nature As A Resting Wheel

CALM IS ALL NATURE AS A RESTING WHEEL
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.

The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is cropping audibly his later meal:
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal
O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,
Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal
That grief for which the senses still supply
Fresh food; for only then, when memory
Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain
Those busy cares that would allay my pain;
Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel
The officious touch that makes me droop again.
All the Difference in The World
Every Sunday morning, I take a light jog around a park near my home. There’s a lake located in
one corner of the park. Each time I jog by this lake, I see the same elderly woman sitting at the
water’s edge with a small metal cage sitting beside her.
This past Sunday my curiosity got the best of me, so I stopped jogging and walked over to her. As
I got closer, I realized that the metal cage was in fact a small trap. There were three turtles,
unharmed, slowly walking around the base of the trap. She had a fourth turtle in her lap that she
was carefully scrubbing with a spongy brush.
“Hello,” I said. “I see you here every Sunday morning. If you don’t mind my nosiness, I’d love
to know what you’re doing with these turtles.”
She smiled. “I’m cleaning off their shells,” she replied. “Anything on a turtle’s shell, like algae
or scum, reduces the turtle’s ability to absorb heat and impedes its ability to swim. It can also
corrode and weaken the shell over time.”
“Wow! That’s really nice of you!” I exclaimed.
She went on: “I spend a couple of hours each Sunday morning, relaxing by this lake and helping
these little guys out. It’s my own strange way of making a difference.”
“But don’t most freshwater turtles live their whole lives with algae and scum hanging from their
shells?” I asked.
“Yep, sadly, they do,” she replied.
I scratched my head. “Well then, don’t you think your time could be better spent? I mean, I think
your efforts are kind and all, but there are fresh water turtles living in lakes all around the
world. And 99% of these turtles don’t have kind people like you to help them clean off their
shells. So, no offense… but how exactly are your localized efforts here truly making a difference?”
The woman giggled aloud. She then looked down at the turtle in her lap, scrubbed off the last
piece of algae from its shell, and said, “Sweetie, if this little guy could talk, he’d tell you I just
made all the difference in the world.”
The moral: You can change the world– maybe not all at once, but one person, one animal, and
one good deed at a time. Wake up every morning and pretend like what you do makes a
difference. It does.
PORTFOLIO
IN
ENGLISH
Submitted by:
MARIA CRISTINA PAULA T. PISAY

Grade 10 Sapphire
Submitted to:
SHYLA AGABIN
THE WEIGHT OF THE GLASS
Once upon a time a psychology professor walked around on a stage while teaching stress
management principles to an auditorium filled with students. As she raised a glass of water,
everyone expected they’d be asked the typical “glass half empty or glass half full”
question. Instead, with a smile on her face, the professor asked, “How heavy is this glass of water
I’m holding?”
Students shouted out answers ranging from eight ounces to a couple pounds.
She replied, “From my perspective, the absolute weight of this glass doesn’t matter. It all depends
on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute or two, it’s fairly light. If I hold it for an hour
straight, its weight might make my arm ache a little. If I hold it for a day straight, my arm will
likely cramp up and feel completely numb and paralyzed, forcing me to drop the glass to the
floor. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it
feels to me.”
As the class shook their heads in agreement, she continued, “Your stresses and worries in life are
very much like this glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think
about them a bit longer and you begin to ache a little. Think about them all day long, and you will
feel completely numb and paralyzed – incapable of doing anything else until you drop them.”
The moral: It’s important to remember to let go of your stresses and worries. No matter what
happens during the day, as early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down. Don’t carry
them through the night and into the next day with you. If you still feel the weight of yesterday’s
stress, it’s a strong sign that it’s time to put the glass down. (Angel and I discuss this process of
letting go in the Adversity and Self-Love chapters of 1,000 Little Things Happy, Successful People
Do Differently.)
CONTRADICTION
So full of deceit,
My life's a contradiction.
One day it's reality,
The next one it's fiction.
I'm lost without reason

Because I made it so
To increase the complexity
And force myself to grow.
I'm so full of life today,

But tomorrow it dies.
I'm so full of optimism,
But a pessimist cries.
The two extremes of who I am

Are what I hate to be.
I’m so scared to waste it,
Then scared to run free.
Can I live it day by day,

Or do I even dare?
I'm so full of wonder now,
But tomorrow I won't care.

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What is the elderly woman doing at the lake every Sunday?

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CALM IS ALL NATURE AS A RESTING WHEEL

Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.

“Wow! That’s really nice of you!” I exclaimed.

“Yep, sadly, they do,” she replied.

MARIA CRISTINA PAULA T. PISAY

I'm lost without reason

I'm so full of life today,

The two extremes of who I am

Can I live it day by day,

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